<?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-5028887938200933641</id><updated>2012-02-01T15:44:25.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-5713164430519820805</id><published>2010-04-16T12:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T12:58:55.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vintage Pearl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check it out she has the cutiest stuff perfect for Mothers Days.  So Dads clue in, and Moms get one for your Moms it would be a wonderful gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Shopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The vintage Pearl .blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-5713164430519820805?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/5713164430519820805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=5713164430519820805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/5713164430519820805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/5713164430519820805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2010/04/vintage-pearl.html' title='The Vintage Pearl'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-4365404057775760030</id><published>2010-01-25T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:32:41.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1ead535bb3af7141" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1ead535bb3af7141%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331478388%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D176CB61EA042894D054BF7F19904C1C92E252C6B.7AB5C0DBAC1EF5F6792FC1A2E0B6D0AAF5D480AE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1ead535bb3af7141%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOBehsuQMehS0sTxIPjN-H4u5o44&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1ead535bb3af7141%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331478388%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D176CB61EA042894D054BF7F19904C1C92E252C6B.7AB5C0DBAC1EF5F6792FC1A2E0B6D0AAF5D480AE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1ead535bb3af7141%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOBehsuQMehS0sTxIPjN-H4u5o44&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;I have to blog about this because to me this is one of the funniest things I have ever seen.  I have been laughing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;out loud&lt;/span&gt; to myself all day.  The image of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Kerry's&lt;/span&gt; never ending legs flying around and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kolton&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;strapped&lt;/span&gt; in the baby seat oblivious to what is going has had me smiling all day.  No if you guys would have seen &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Kim's&lt;/span&gt; brave attempt with no practice and my malfunction you would all be rolling on the ground.  What a fun day thanks girl for the never ending laughs that are driving our husbands crazy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-4365404057775760030?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/4365404057775760030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=4365404057775760030' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/4365404057775760030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/4365404057775760030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-to-blog-about-this-because-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-7501614964273080559</id><published>2009-12-05T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:39:52.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Football</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Owen is playing Flag Football with a bunch of kids from the neighborhood and totally enjoying it.  This is the first sport that he has really enjoyed doing.  In fact he sleeps, eats, and goes to school with his Football he would take it to church but we make him leave it in the car for the 3 hour block.  I know such mean parents.  Today Owen made his first touch down he has been talking about how bad he wanted to make one all season.  I think I have turned into that crazy mom that jumps up and down yelling and cheering when there child has the ball cuz to be honest I am not sure who was more  happy he made the touch down Owen or his Mom :)  None the less I am so proud of him!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SxtBYecvIrI/AAAAAAAABy8/row73LCLMr0/s1600-h/football5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411991265962042034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SxtBYecvIrI/AAAAAAAABy8/row73LCLMr0/s320/football5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what happens when you get ten 5-6 years old together and try to take a picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CRAZINESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SxtBXXQYMbI/AAAAAAAABy0/6s0RVqpQuxU/s1600-h/football3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411991246851289522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SxtBXXQYMbI/AAAAAAAABy0/6s0RVqpQuxU/s320/football3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SxtBW3t1j8I/AAAAAAAABys/Vk-K8NplGG0/s1600-h/football2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411991238384914370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SxtBW3t1j8I/AAAAAAAABys/Vk-K8NplGG0/s320/football2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coaches: Brett, Ryan and Adam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Preston, Ryan, Rhett, Easton, Chancin, Ethan, Braden, Collin, Owen, Davis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SxtBWh9jWZI/AAAAAAAAByk/PQVN6vV4m08/s1600-h/football.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411991232545249682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SxtBWh9jWZI/AAAAAAAAByk/PQVN6vV4m08/s320/football.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Coaches, Great Players, Great Team&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Go Knights!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(For the record we are undefeated, even though they don't take score, Adam does :)&lt;br /&gt;&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/5028887938200933641-7501614964273080559?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/7501614964273080559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=7501614964273080559' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/7501614964273080559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/7501614964273080559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2009/12/football.html' title='Football'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SxtBYecvIrI/AAAAAAAABy8/row73LCLMr0/s72-c/football5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-504115095792068032</id><published>2009-12-05T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:26:41.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to Tempe Market Place last night with Stewart's brother and his family so the kids could play in the "Snow".  They had alot of fun and I don't think they realized it was really soap bubbles falling from the sky and if they did they didn't care, they ran around and acted crazy in the true "Jones" fashion.  Oh to be a kid again!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sxs_uRqdv5I/AAAAAAAAByc/aQowAmVrBj0/s1600-h/letitsnow+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411989441463828370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sxs_uRqdv5I/AAAAAAAAByc/aQowAmVrBj0/s320/letitsnow+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sxs_txwF7tI/AAAAAAAAByU/eGmoftnN1SU/s1600-h/letitsnow+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411989432897498834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sxs_txwF7tI/AAAAAAAAByU/eGmoftnN1SU/s320/letitsnow+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sxs_tqml3gI/AAAAAAAAByM/H5GgUnVeSRA/s1600-h/letitsnow+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411989430978600450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sxs_tqml3gI/AAAAAAAAByM/H5GgUnVeSRA/s320/letitsnow+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sxs_tPURdqI/AAAAAAAAByE/9o88rXqVitk/s1600-h/letitsnow+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411989423654008482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sxs_tPURdqI/AAAAAAAAByE/9o88rXqVitk/s320/letitsnow+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sxs_s1hHCiI/AAAAAAAABx8/Jc622jzygQ4/s1600-h/letitsnow+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411989416728529442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sxs_s1hHCiI/AAAAAAAABx8/Jc622jzygQ4/s320/letitsnow+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen, Brian, Katie, Susan and Ethan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time with them and are glad they moved back to AZ&lt;br /&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/5028887938200933641-504115095792068032?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/504115095792068032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=504115095792068032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/504115095792068032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/504115095792068032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-it-snow.html' title='Let it Snow'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sxs_uRqdv5I/AAAAAAAAByc/aQowAmVrBj0/s72-c/letitsnow+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-4343692083287864882</id><published>2009-11-14T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T12:33:12.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been a very long time since I have updated my blog, but this is something I know that I need and want to remember. Bare with me it could be long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As many people know Stewart's dad was diagnosed with leukemia a little over a year ago. It was an up and down battle. Everyone was very hopeful and he was determined to beat it. Unfortunately there was another plan for him. Kent passed away on the morning of November 7, 2009 in his home with his wonderful wife and family. Kent returned home and was welcomed by his son Ralph who passed away 16 yrs. ago, I can only imagine that reunion. Kent was a great man, I have always loved Kent and his example to me. More importantly I am grateful to him for raising such a wonderful son I am blessed to call my husband. While we all knew he was sick his death came upon us quickly. It was only 2 weeks ago that he sat and played with my boys, laughed and teased his kids and sat and talked with us. When he was under Hospice care we knew the end was near. We spent many days down at his home, allowing our children to be around their grandpa. My boys love their Grandpa Jones. It was a very bitter sweet time for me and my family. I hated to see him suffering and not communicating with us but I didn't want to lose him. I loved the mood that was in his home. Everyone came together and cared for this dear man and his wife. I went on Thurs with the family to dress their father and I was amazed by the love his boys have for him. The way they carefully dressed him and spent there last moments with him will be unforgettable. There was many family members who traveled far distances to come and spend his last days with him. I have truly grown to love Kent and Jayne more in one week then I have over the past 7 years, not that I didn't love them before but it is a new love. I saw the love that Jayne and Kent have for each other and their family. It really allowed me to open my eyes and find the true meaning of life. Although our lives have been tough the last year I feel very blessed to have a wonderful husband, 2 darling boys, and our health. I feel blessed to have been apart of Kent's life and a part of his funeral arrangements. Stewart, his uncle Lowell and some some help from his other brothers made Kent's casket and the interior was done by his wife and daughter with some help from me and Chantal.  What an experience that was for us, long late nights but well worth it. Kent loved construction he loved building things ,what an honor it is that he was laid to rest in a casket made by his children and wife. I am walking away from this experience a better person. I cant wait for the day I can see Kent again throw my arms around his neck and thank him for loving me and my family in spite of our differences and imperfections. I want to tell him what a great father and grandfather he was to Stewart and my boys. He is missed and will be missed everyday until we see him again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some pictures of his funeral:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sv-znEEY61I/AAAAAAAABx0/fXBAdZ543I0/s1600-h/11-15-2009+01%3B53%3B16AM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404235561556306770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sv-znEEY61I/AAAAAAAABx0/fXBAdZ543I0/s320/11-15-2009+01%3B53%3B16AM.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sv-zSad1pnI/AAAAAAAABxs/768OLZp6T5o/s1600-h/gpajonesfuneral+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404235206791374450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sv-zSad1pnI/AAAAAAAABxs/768OLZp6T5o/s320/gpajonesfuneral+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sv-zSPZ8nMI/AAAAAAAABxk/c6tqsTkVTAk/s1600-h/gpajonesfuneral+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404235203822263490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sv-zSPZ8nMI/AAAAAAAABxk/c6tqsTkVTAk/s320/gpajonesfuneral+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sv-zR4ieILI/AAAAAAAABxc/1Kl0-qw6VRM/s1600-h/gpajonesfuneral+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404235197683998898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sv-zR4ieILI/AAAAAAAABxc/1Kl0-qw6VRM/s320/gpajonesfuneral+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sv-zDG7mqsI/AAAAAAAABxU/xwC7wmYm2gY/s1600-h/gpajonesfuneral+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404234943849474754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sv-zDG7mqsI/AAAAAAAABxU/xwC7wmYm2gY/s320/gpajonesfuneral+027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sv-zC8-3ORI/AAAAAAAABxM/mj1KlJA9Jok/s1600-h/gpajonesfuneral+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404234941178788114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sv-zC8-3ORI/AAAAAAAABxM/mj1KlJA9Jok/s320/gpajonesfuneral+029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sv-zCqq8mVI/AAAAAAAABxE/dZhGY-Zkn5Q/s1600-h/gpajonesfuneral+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404234936263416146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sv-zCqq8mVI/AAAAAAAABxE/dZhGY-Zkn5Q/s320/gpajonesfuneral+037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sv-zCHFiyWI/AAAAAAAABw8/K8t7EiQoCyM/s1600-h/gpajonesfuneral+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404234926711294306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sv-zCHFiyWI/AAAAAAAABw8/K8t7EiQoCyM/s320/gpajonesfuneral+042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sv-zB5UgGyI/AAAAAAAABw0/t30XK4PHQi8/s1600-h/gpajonesfuneral+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404234923015936802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sv-zB5UgGyI/AAAAAAAABw0/t30XK4PHQi8/s320/gpajonesfuneral+054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sv-yk2IyA5I/AAAAAAAABws/WHOHxzjaBKM/s1600-h/gpajonesfuneral+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404234423945266066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sv-yk2IyA5I/AAAAAAAABws/WHOHxzjaBKM/s320/gpajonesfuneral+068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sv-ykofdbUI/AAAAAAAABwk/2cGS5o4wiy0/s1600-h/gpajonesfuneral+083+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404234420282289474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sv-ykofdbUI/AAAAAAAABwk/2cGS5o4wiy0/s320/gpajonesfuneral+083+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sv-ykRkv8QI/AAAAAAAABwc/5XM4jV_K8P8/s1600-h/gpajonesfuneral+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404234414130458882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sv-ykRkv8QI/AAAAAAAABwc/5XM4jV_K8P8/s320/gpajonesfuneral+084.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sv-ykF-4MSI/AAAAAAAABwU/qCNxb9tY4vY/s1600-h/gpajonesfuneral+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404234411018826018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sv-ykF-4MSI/AAAAAAAABwU/qCNxb9tY4vY/s320/gpajonesfuneral+089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sv-yjvZxU7I/AAAAAAAABwM/h13kOH1Qm14/s1600-h/gpajonesfuneral+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404234404957606834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sv-yjvZxU7I/AAAAAAAABwM/h13kOH1Qm14/s320/gpajonesfuneral+130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kent I love you and I feel honored to be apart of your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise to take care of the Love of your Life Jayne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-4343692083287864882?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/4343692083287864882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=4343692083287864882' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/4343692083287864882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/4343692083287864882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-back.html' title='I am Back!!!'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sv-znEEY61I/AAAAAAAABx0/fXBAdZ543I0/s72-c/11-15-2009+01%3B53%3B16AM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-8842911512236468131</id><published>2009-06-06T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T14:33:49.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Park Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We found a really great park that we went to last night. The kids had a blast, but by the looks of the pictures I am not sure you had more fun them or Tina? You be the judge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ethan, Jared, Owen, Kian, Ezra, Tyler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sirda5S-RcI/AAAAAAAABv0/bzFF4shocZY/s1600-h/parknight+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344327361955251650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sirda5S-RcI/AAAAAAAABv0/bzFF4shocZY/s320/parknight+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Ethan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344329018547374594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sire7UlUCgI/AAAAAAAABv8/_8X28oQiqHM/s320/parknight+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tina Climbed the "Biggest" wall there :) and made it look so effortless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sirdaf1z6NI/AAAAAAAABvk/eVgabgBmQVA/s1600-h/parknight+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344327355122051282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sirdaf1z6NI/AAAAAAAABvk/eVgabgBmQVA/s320/parknight+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Owen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sirdaa-DbMI/AAAAAAAABvc/uL3o1V-VXHE/s1600-h/parknight+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344327353814445250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sirdaa-DbMI/AAAAAAAABvc/uL3o1V-VXHE/s320/parknight+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SirdaIEO9KI/AAAAAAAABvU/pfvzYs4uOmM/s1600-h/parknight+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344327348740093090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SirdaIEO9KI/AAAAAAAABvU/pfvzYs4uOmM/s320/parknight+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kid at heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sirc2VE16nI/AAAAAAAABvM/bH2P-mZonJM/s1600-h/parknight+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344326733757016690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sirc2VE16nI/AAAAAAAABvM/bH2P-mZonJM/s320/parknight+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sirc2Ix3hfI/AAAAAAAABvE/u_OkjolKJ_M/s1600-h/parknight+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344326730456204786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sirc2Ix3hfI/AAAAAAAABvE/u_OkjolKJ_M/s320/parknight+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tina, Brig &amp;amp; cutie pie Eden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sirc2FQ-O9I/AAAAAAAABu8/v3d2kTU0fJ8/s1600-h/parknight+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344326729512926162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sirc2FQ-O9I/AAAAAAAABu8/v3d2kTU0fJ8/s320/parknight+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ezra and Owen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sirc14OBv9I/AAAAAAAABu0/_t8HsT9dwPs/s1600-h/parknight+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344326726010912722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sirc14OBv9I/AAAAAAAABu0/_t8HsT9dwPs/s320/parknight+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who ever said you were too big to swing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dean, Stewart, Tina and Brig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sirc1kjxHSI/AAAAAAAABus/TZeNaFWyIvs/s1600-h/parknight+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344326720733388066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sirc1kjxHSI/AAAAAAAABus/TZeNaFWyIvs/s320/parknight+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ethan &amp;amp; Ashton&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344330337623983634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SirgIGhrxhI/AAAAAAAABwE/nP50Rb_qQOo/s320/parknight+034.jpg" border="0" /&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;p align="center"&gt;We had a great time the weather was perfect and the kids had fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-8842911512236468131?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/8842911512236468131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=8842911512236468131' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/8842911512236468131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/8842911512236468131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2009/06/park-night.html' title='Park Night'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sirda5S-RcI/AAAAAAAABv0/bzFF4shocZY/s72-c/parknight+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-4819412423715767273</id><published>2009-05-20T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:16:19.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the School Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was such a fun day. It was Owen's last day of kindergarten. I cant believe my baby is going to be in 1st grade. We are so proud of Owen and what he has accomplished this year. I was a little worried sending  Owen to kindergarten this year being that he was 4 when he started school. I tested him in and we took the leap of faith that it would work out and I cant tell you how happy I am that we did. Owen was lucky to have not just one great teacher but two. He started his year out with Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Soosai&lt;/span&gt; who we both loved. She took him in a loved him and it was exactly what he needed starting out so young. Half way through the year she had to move out of town for medical/personal reasons which brought us to get Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sharr&lt;/span&gt;. She is wonderful. She saw more potential in him then what he was giving and she encouraged him and pushed in to do more. I am amazed at how far he came in such a short time span. He finished school in the top reading an dwriting groups.  He had two very special teachers this year and I am thankful for both of them. Owen has pushed him self academically more then I could have asked for. He has came out of his shell socially and has really enjoyed going to school. They had a end of the year party today and presented them their certificate for graduating from Kindergarten. We had lots of fun. Owen has made some really good friends this year, I hope we can keep in touch over the summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Owen with Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sharr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338134419420241474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/ShTc-MjUXkI/AAAAAAAABt4/bI_eYVQ1j9Y/s320/swimmingendoftheschool+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338134277467560770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/ShTc17vKW0I/AAAAAAAABtw/pXxT1q_yxHI/s320/swimmingendoftheschool+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Owen and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(the one he named his fish after :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338134266432315330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/ShTc1SoJ38I/AAAAAAAABto/dYQW3LYw9s0/s320/swimmingendoftheschool+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Owen and Christian&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338134267643197666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/ShTc1XI2eOI/AAAAAAAABtg/_gZVqtidIhc/s320/swimmingendoftheschool+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;He really was H&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;appy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; he just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hates&lt;/span&gt; getting his picture taken&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; the award for "The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sweetest&lt;/span&gt; Voice" what a good kid :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338134264996041058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/ShTc1NRuEWI/AAAAAAAABtY/jVYsTIGqAAs/s320/swimmingendoftheschool+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338134260162159442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/ShTc07RO41I/AAAAAAAABtQ/DlTXOf1BDJM/s320/swimmingendoftheschool+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Owen we are very proud of you and what you have become. Keep going in this direction and your future is bright. We love you tons!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-4819412423715767273?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/4819412423715767273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=4819412423715767273' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/4819412423715767273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/4819412423715767273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-of-school-year.html' title='End of the School Year'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/ShTc-MjUXkI/AAAAAAAABt4/bI_eYVQ1j9Y/s72-c/swimmingendoftheschool+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-404331097840257270</id><published>2009-05-11T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:41:03.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our newiest addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Owen has been working towards being able to get a fish. Tonight for Family night we headed down to Walmart to get his new friend. The boys were so excited you would have thought they were getting a dog, I take that back if they were getting a dog they would have been running for the door crying because they are scared to death of dogs. Anyways they each picked out the best goldfish they could find. We got a little fish bowl and some decorations and headed home. I asked Owen what we were going to name the fish he said "The nemo looking one will be Daniel Cameron" random I know so I asked why and he said he was naming if after his friend Daniel at school and his other friend Caden Cameron's last name, which I thought was pretty funny, then he said that he was going to name the 2nd one "Kayden Cameron", Kayden after his cousin and Cameron because "the 2 fish are now a family and live in the same house so they have to have the same last name". Welcome to the family Daniel and Kayden Cameron hopefully you last longer then the other animals we have had but don't hold your breath on it. Thankfully they are cheap little goldfish.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334777215533911890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SgjvnNe_D1I/AAAAAAAABtA/9cG0AzFiFRg/s320/fathersandsonsfish+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-404331097840257270?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/404331097840257270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=404331097840257270' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/404331097840257270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/404331097840257270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-newiest-addition.html' title='Our newiest addition'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SgjvnNe_D1I/AAAAAAAABtA/9cG0AzFiFRg/s72-c/fathersandsonsfish+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-5686745014806620946</id><published>2009-05-06T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:01:02.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning so GROSS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As some of you know Stewart works for an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;attorney&lt;/span&gt; that tests the tread on tires to see if they malfunction. Stewart has to cut the tire in a certain way and then they put the tire back on the cars and race them around the track to see if the tire malfunctions. Anyways he was out in the garage working today and came inside and said he had cut his arm. When I got to the kitchen he had blood running down his arm so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; see the cut but when he took the rag off I about BARFED &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SgIjYXR78eI/AAAAAAAABsA/bkl-bhj4OiI/s1600-h/stewarm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332863810233168354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SgIjYXR78eI/AAAAAAAABsA/bkl-bhj4OiI/s320/stewarm2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How gross is that his fatty tissues were hanging out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SgIjYEyPoJI/AAAAAAAABr4/IrROtMWs-qA/s1600-h/stewarm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332863805268402322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SgIjYEyPoJI/AAAAAAAABr4/IrROtMWs-qA/s320/stewarm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to Will he tucked all the unwanted Fat back in a stitched him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332864939435259810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SgIkaF4sd6I/AAAAAAAABsI/4jJRbmhQgAc/s320/stewarm3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now if that is not the grossed thing ever.  I swear never a dull moment around the Jones Home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Kim for you help :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-5686745014806620946?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/5686745014806620946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=5686745014806620946' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/5686745014806620946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/5686745014806620946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2009/05/warning-so-gross.html' title='Warning so GROSS!!!'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SgIjYXR78eI/AAAAAAAABsA/bkl-bhj4OiI/s72-c/stewarm2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-2095901444131720093</id><published>2009-05-02T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T13:36:01.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Home Evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Monday night we took the kids to the Temple for Family night.  The weather was perfect and the kids had such a great time.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331327654701795442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SfyuQV-3iHI/AAAAAAAABrc/1vmPMYAnnak/s320/carnivaltemple+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SfyuQiOoNCI/AAAAAAAABrk/kUwxpjOYRCQ/s1600-h/carnivaltemple+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331327657989125154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SfyuQiOoNCI/AAAAAAAABrk/kUwxpjOYRCQ/s320/carnivaltemple+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5028887938200933641-2095901444131720093?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/2095901444131720093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=2095901444131720093' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/2095901444131720093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/2095901444131720093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2009/05/family-home-evening.html' title='Family Home Evening'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SfyuQV-3iHI/AAAAAAAABrc/1vmPMYAnnak/s72-c/carnivaltemple+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-8749407302784096285</id><published>2009-05-02T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T13:32:57.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cortina Carnival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; We went to the school carnival last week and the kids had a blast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Ethan climbing this huge slide by himself I knew once he got up there he wouldn't come down alone and I wasn't about to go after him so.....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SfyqxQdqq7I/AAAAAAAABrE/G4hrxyH-2SE/s1600-h/carnivaltemple+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331323822109535154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SfyqxQdqq7I/AAAAAAAABrE/G4hrxyH-2SE/s320/carnivaltemple+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  we sent the neighbor girls up for him and he came down with the biggest smile in his face.  4 girls and him should I be worried :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331323831650472402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sfyqx0AZ0dI/AAAAAAAABrM/BWoJUkE1-Dc/s320/carnivaltemple+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Owen on his belly&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331323831214352482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SfyqxyYbKGI/AAAAAAAABrU/Kd9ImUyVzlQ/s320/carnivaltemple+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Owen and Ethan before the ride and there faces are their personalities to a "T"  Owen looks terrified and Ethan is laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331323277527201682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SfyqRjvHt5I/AAAAAAAABqs/FsWpFzX4yto/s320/carnivaltemple+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yes that is Ethan trying to stand up while the ride is going I am telling you he is CRAZY&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331323281689799474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SfyqRzPj6zI/AAAAAAAABq8/-RyKrNNTN6I/s320/carnivaltemple+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt; He stood the whole ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SfyqR6KGvTI/AAAAAAAABq0/WNuBJp3_hTU/s1600-h/carnivaltemple+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331323283545963826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SfyqR6KGvTI/AAAAAAAABq0/WNuBJp3_hTU/s320/carnivaltemple+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen climbed walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SfyqRYSFDHI/AAAAAAAABqk/oZ1j_z4MMHw/s1600-h/carnivaltemple+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331323274452601970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SfyqRYSFDHI/AAAAAAAABqk/oZ1j_z4MMHw/s320/carnivaltemple+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He rode a Bull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SfyqREOj1aI/AAAAAAAABqc/1FqPuKao66o/s1600-h/carnivaltemple+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331323269069133218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SfyqREOj1aI/AAAAAAAABqc/1FqPuKao66o/s320/carnivaltemple+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ate snow cones and kettle corn, soda and hamburgers.  We did everything you would normally do at a carnival we even lost our child.  Which one?  Do you even have to ask.  My free spirit wondered off and we couldn't find him for about 15 minutes I was so freaked out and I had just told Stewart that the carnival was every kidnappers dream place.  I freaked out, I prayed, I imagined my life with out him, I  know that sounds stupid but seriously that is all that kept going through my head and then we found him in the arms of a POLICE OFFICER.  I felt like the worst mom on the planet and how embarrassing to tell the officer Yes I am the irresponsible mother.  She said that she asked him his name and that she was just about to announce over the speaker that she had a missing child named OWEN.  What the heck looks like we need to teach Ethan his name :)  I am so glad she is who he chose to go to not some perverted kidnapper.  Stewart didn't put him down the rest of the night.   We did have a great time and we were glad we went but ever happier we all came home that night.&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/5028887938200933641-8749407302784096285?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/8749407302784096285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=8749407302784096285' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/8749407302784096285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/8749407302784096285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2009/05/cortina-carnival.html' title='Cortina Carnival'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SfyqxQdqq7I/AAAAAAAABrE/G4hrxyH-2SE/s72-c/carnivaltemple+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-8548514886812709061</id><published>2009-04-29T12:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T12:56:17.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty 6 Mud Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SfisIJAbKqI/AAAAAAAABqQ/n6hBzq1NCZw/s1600-h/droppedImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330199414849612450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SfisIJAbKqI/AAAAAAAABqQ/n6hBzq1NCZw/s320/droppedImage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend Becky called me on Friday afternoon and asked me if I wanted to ran in this race with her then next morning and that she had an extra ticket. I jumped on it, it sounded fun but about half way through I wasn't really sure what I had gotten myself into. It was 6 miles with 9 obstacles through out, some in the mud, some in water, walls to climb, rivers to cross, mountains of dirt to climb some were easy and others difficult but all were fun and were a great laugh. I felt like I was either on the show "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wipe&lt;/span&gt; Out" or in a boot camp for troubled teens. We had a really great time. We laughed a lot!! It was overcast that day and boy did I get sun burnt. My shoulders I don't think will ever be the same. They were burnt to a crisp, now they are all gross and blistery. What was I thinking when I put on that dumb tank top? My poor shoulders haven't seen the sun in years. Stewart and Bryce came to the race to take pictures but since we were so speedy or maybe they were just slow we finished before they got there.  Sorry not dirty pictures this time.  I have had so much fun doing these races I am not no speedy runner but I really enjoy doing it. Who would have thought that running could be so much fun. Thanks Becky for the invite I had a blast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-8548514886812709061?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/8548514886812709061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=8548514886812709061' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/8548514886812709061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/8548514886812709061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2009/04/dirty-6-mud-race.html' title='Dirty 6 Mud Race'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SfisIJAbKqI/AAAAAAAABqQ/n6hBzq1NCZw/s72-c/droppedImage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-5844740435585863550</id><published>2009-04-19T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:20:48.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I cant sleep I have so many thoughts, going through by brain so I decided to update my blog which is long over due. Life has been busy with lots of different things lately some of which I want to share and also to be able to remember.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326668716527225234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sewg-czKiZI/AAAAAAAABoo/Q6tZcRO8p3w/s320/easter+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week my Grandma Adams came into town for Easter. It was the first time that we have seen her since my Grandpa's death in October. It was so fun to see her and spend time with her. The highlight of her trip was that we were able to go to the Temple with her as a family. It had been 58 years since she had been there. After my Grandpa died she started preparing herself to go back and was able to do so last week. It was such a neat experience to see her there with such a sweet smile the whole time. She told my Mom that she believes that Grandpa was cheering her on up in Heaven. I thought that was the sweetest thing ever. Oh what a great reunion that will be when they will be with eachother again. I am going to be selfish and hope that it wont happen for along time. I want to keep her for my self for a little while longer. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grandpa :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was able to spend a little bit of time alone with her while she was here. She taught me a lot about life and relationships in just a short amount of time. I am grateful for that opportunity. I love her so much and am so glad she is so happy again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other thing we did that was so amazing was last night we were able to go to a Benefit Concert for &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Christian and Stephanie Nielson&lt;/span&gt; the couple who was in the plane crash last year. If you aren't familiar with their story you need to check out her blog: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;neineidialouges.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt; it is such an inspiring story of love, faith, and prayers. The concert was fantastic. Brooke White from American Idol was there and sang a couple of songs as well. My Dad asked me what my favorite part of it was and I said when Christian was speaking. At the end of the concert they announced that he was there and that he wanted to say a few words. He came through the back door of the auditorium and as he walked down the isle toward the stage everyone stood and clapped for him. It was amazing. He gave an update and expressed his gratitude for everyone that has helped his family over the past months. He expressed his love for his wife and told what strength she is. You could tell how humbled he was and much he appreciated it. I left there last night being so grateful for my life and my family. I think it is very easy to get down about what curve ball life has thrown your way, and man am I grateful for my ball. I cant even imagine what this family has gone through and what they will continue to go through and they are doing it with a smile on their face. The night was wonderful I couldn't have asked for better company or better entertainment. Thanks Mom and Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So this is the blabbering of a sleep deprived girl late at night hope you all enjoyed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a great week!&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/5028887938200933641-5844740435585863550?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/5844740435585863550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=5844740435585863550' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/5844740435585863550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/5844740435585863550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-late.html' title='It&apos;s Late'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Sewg-czKiZI/AAAAAAAABoo/Q6tZcRO8p3w/s72-c/easter+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-2525115197068417667</id><published>2009-03-23T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:38:07.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never a Dull Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever been gone from your house and gotten the dreaded phone call from your Alarm company saying that your house alarm was going off? Well I did today. Anyone that knows me knows that I am a freak about my alarm. I have it set practically 24 hours a day, even when I am home. I cant go to sleep at night without checking and double checking that it is set call me narcotic I will agree I am. This morning Ethan and I left to run some errands and I got a call saying that the alarm was set off because the family room windows had been open. They dispatched police, asked what car I drive, told me not to enter the house and that the Police will approach me. After waiting 45 mins for him to show up (glad no one had me at gun point) he went through the back gate came back whispering saying that the back door was open and was wondering if I could have possible left it open before I left. Obviously that couldn't have been the case since the alarm wouldn't have even set if it was open. He called for back up told me to drive to the end of the street and he stood in my front yard with his gun drawn waiting for his partner in crime. (this is were I wish I would have had my camera what a great picture huh) so they went in guns drawn and all, checked the place out I can only imagine them checking out the house yelling for the invisible criminal to come out with their hands up :) so they came out and said that the back door was open but the screen door was shut and locked, my guess it that Ethan opened the door while I was getting ready today, shut it just enough for the alarm to set and then the wind blew the door open which in turn caused the alarm to go off. I am not sure what it is about Ethan and alarms, Yes he was the one that pulled the fire alarm at church yesterday causing the blinking lights, evacuation and the automated voice telling us not to use the elevator, I didn't even know the church had elevators :) So if you were wondering why the Jones' family was racing out of the church parking lot on 2 wheels yesterday that is why. I swear my little Denise the menace never leaves dull moments for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I must admit that while the Police Men were searching my house I was so happy I have cleaned it over the weekend, but upset that I didn't make my bed before I left today. When they searched the closets they said they had to more stuff around to make sure no one was hiding so to not be alarmed if things look out of place. I think that was their way of nicely telling me "Look Lady you are a pack rat" so I will be cleaning them out as well. How embarrassing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a great start to a new week huh. Happy Monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-2525115197068417667?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/2525115197068417667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=2525115197068417667' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/2525115197068417667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/2525115197068417667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2009/03/never-dull-moment.html' title='Never a Dull Moment'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-5999095735166390286</id><published>2009-03-22T19:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:09:04.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Day 1</title><content type='html'>Owen and Stewart were out of school for spring break for a week. So I decided that we need to do some day activities or no one would live through a week at home with nothing to do. So since I love my family and wanted to keep them around a little longer we decided to start spring break off right. Monday we went with the Ross family and the Lamoreaux family to Pima Air and Space Museum in Tucson. We had so much fun with such fun people. We had 8 kids 7 boys and 1 Princess 7 years old and younger. It was like the zoo but it was so fun. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The the adults and Eden&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SccS6ynpTnI/AAAAAAAABoQ/nWodldLG9ko/s1600-h/DSC_6949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316238686363930226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SccS6ynpTnI/AAAAAAAABoQ/nWodldLG9ko/s320/DSC_6949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SccS6oSYFQI/AAAAAAAABoI/IQVkSRNRvn4/s1600-h/birthdayspringbreak+170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316238683590366466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SccS6oSYFQI/AAAAAAAABoI/IQVkSRNRvn4/s320/birthdayspringbreak+170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SccS6uUB9yI/AAAAAAAABoA/evBL0iiwGW8/s1600-h/birthdayspringbreak+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316238685207918370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SccS6uUB9yI/AAAAAAAABoA/evBL0iiwGW8/s320/birthdayspringbreak+159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316242107501486914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SccWB7WZo0I/AAAAAAAABog/Zx44rC_x8Fs/s320/birthdayspringbreak+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316242088719173538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SccWA1YWR6I/AAAAAAAABoY/WzdgWHHYPTk/s320/birthdayspringbreak+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SccS6Ga0bdI/AAAAAAAABn4/lDTGCiDky3s/s1600-h/birthdayspringbreak+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316238674498973138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SccS6Ga0bdI/AAAAAAAABn4/lDTGCiDky3s/s320/birthdayspringbreak+149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids entering the Kennedy's Plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SccS5XMOdqI/AAAAAAAABnw/LlppUGVpRGw/s1600-h/birthdayspringbreak+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316238661821298338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SccS5XMOdqI/AAAAAAAABnw/LlppUGVpRGw/s320/birthdayspringbreak+147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had the best tour guide "Brig"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Scb8YoYnNRI/AAAAAAAABno/SKqLa8r4hqg/s1600-h/birthdayspringbreak+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316213910245160210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Scb8YoYnNRI/AAAAAAAABno/SKqLa8r4hqg/s320/birthdayspringbreak+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a cute alien friend I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Scb8YXzLuoI/AAAAAAAABng/5g01ttJ8lDc/s1600-h/birthdayspringbreak+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316213905793202818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Scb8YXzLuoI/AAAAAAAABng/5g01ttJ8lDc/s320/birthdayspringbreak+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jared and Owen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Scb8YCLJO3I/AAAAAAAABnY/I0U4EYvvj0o/s1600-h/birthdayspringbreak+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316213899988122482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Scb8YCLJO3I/AAAAAAAABnY/I0U4EYvvj0o/s320/birthdayspringbreak+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Vana White&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Scb8XpPcgTI/AAAAAAAABnQ/g8TCqGlfYDk/s1600-h/birthdayspringbreak+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316213893295276338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Scb8XpPcgTI/AAAAAAAABnQ/g8TCqGlfYDk/s320/birthdayspringbreak+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Scb8XI7RcuI/AAAAAAAABnI/7m8bynwpx6s/s1600-h/birthdayspringbreak+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316213884620731106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Scb8XI7RcuI/AAAAAAAABnI/7m8bynwpx6s/s320/birthdayspringbreak+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ezra and Owen flying the plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Scb7d0jVB-I/AAAAAAAABnA/oYJoznW4ndM/s1600-h/birthdayspringbreak+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316212899899049954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Scb7d0jVB-I/AAAAAAAABnA/oYJoznW4ndM/s320/birthdayspringbreak+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The crazy bunch of wild boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Scb7c2swAwI/AAAAAAAABm4/s6NS7dXXzjE/s1600-h/birthdayspringbreak+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316212883295568642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Scb7c2swAwI/AAAAAAAABm4/s6NS7dXXzjE/s320/birthdayspringbreak+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen flying the plane&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Scb7cFM0wgI/AAAAAAAABmo/6Uf1TmFgoqA/s1600-h/birthdayspringbreak+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316212870008324610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Scb7cFM0wgI/AAAAAAAABmo/6Uf1TmFgoqA/s320/birthdayspringbreak+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ethan flying the plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Scb7brbQAsI/AAAAAAAABmg/hseqrdn4ZDA/s1600-h/birthdayspringbreak+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316212863089509058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/Scb7brbQAsI/AAAAAAAABmg/hseqrdn4ZDA/s320/birthdayspringbreak+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys had so much. It was well worth the drive. We had great company and would do it again in a heart beat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned for more pictures of our fun Break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5028887938200933641-5999095735166390286?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/5999095735166390286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=5999095735166390286' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/5999095735166390286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/5999095735166390286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break-day-1.html' title='Spring Break Day 1'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SccS6ynpTnI/AAAAAAAABoQ/nWodldLG9ko/s72-c/DSC_6949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-2540980044319731908</id><published>2009-02-21T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T19:29:48.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our trip to the Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last weekend we took the kids up to my parents cabin to play in the snow. Owen was so excited he talked about it all week, Ethan on the other hand not so much. He wanted to watch out the window at Owen. He liked to have the snow hat on but didn't want to be in it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305449578942948898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SaC-SFaj5iI/AAAAAAAABkY/4RaWZgIrPTI/s320/snow+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We finally convinced him to get dressed and try it out&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305449585337330706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SaC-SdPGbBI/AAAAAAAABkg/fRpmi5pKtgw/s320/snow+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It was a no go. He kept saying it was "Cold mama"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305449575476314546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SaC-R4gDQbI/AAAAAAAABkQ/vylnkxcc96w/s320/snow+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Owen couldn't get enough of it. He rolled around in it all weekend&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305449569382760066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SaC-RhzO_oI/AAAAAAAABkA/zZu-ArZarTM/s320/snow+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We put Ethan on the sled on the driveway and he seemed to like it&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305451012174760450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SaC_lgnpygI/AAAAAAAABlo/5v_HgkHtTS4/s320/snow+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305451009882520482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SaC_lYFI-6I/AAAAAAAABlg/JpiLqWwAXQo/s320/snow+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305451007088716738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SaC_lNrC68I/AAAAAAAABlY/hnAgM2X1l6A/s320/snow+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305451018754089010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SaC_l5ISYDI/AAAAAAAABlw/dIh9fAadz6E/s320/snow+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;All smiles from him were gone when we decided to go look for a bigger hill and let him ride down by himself. Not a good idea folks sleds have minds of there own and my smiley, giggling 2 year old was heading the wrong direction for a 3 foot drop into rocks. He scared the living crap out of me. Stewart was chasing him down the hill will I was trying to run to stop him and he was flying down that hill, I will say its amazing what you do when you think your child is going to get hurt, I took a super woman flight and stoped him, he rolled of the sled hit his head and that was the end of sledding for him. Do you blame him?  What a dumb idea Mom!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stewart and his 10 feet of legs with Owen&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SaDAIixU2iI/AAAAAAAABmI/YIQNQXLY388/s1600-h/snow+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305451614047623714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SaDAIixU2iI/AAAAAAAABmI/YIQNQXLY388/s320/snow+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh Nelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SaDAIc-FZ9I/AAAAAAAABmA/u1LBOM-zLL8/s1600-h/snow+085+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305451612490524626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SaDAIc-FZ9I/AAAAAAAABmA/u1LBOM-zLL8/s320/snow+085+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SaDAIarriqI/AAAAAAAABl4/PW9pszoVoDE/s1600-h/snow+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305451611876461218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SaDAIarriqI/AAAAAAAABl4/PW9pszoVoDE/s320/snow+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A long as all fours were touching the ground he was happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SaC_kiAf5SI/AAAAAAAABlQ/4oAxP0_fOJE/s1600-h/snow+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305450995367535906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SaC_kiAf5SI/AAAAAAAABlQ/4oAxP0_fOJE/s320/snow+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Snow angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SaC_AKMGjuI/AAAAAAAABlI/Su2C3pEfDbE/s1600-h/snow+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305450370498465506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SaC_AKMGjuI/AAAAAAAABlI/Su2C3pEfDbE/s320/snow+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen jumping off the balcony into the snow &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305450365862354610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SaC-_46xHrI/AAAAAAAABk4/zkbarLCN7iI/s320/snow+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Monkey see, Monkey do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little dare devil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SaC_ALKerLI/AAAAAAAABlA/dinwM2SsNUk/s1600-h/snow+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305450370760092850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SaC_ALKerLI/AAAAAAAABlA/dinwM2SsNUk/s320/snow+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305450361579781938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SaC-_o9uPzI/AAAAAAAABko/wt27H75Jy6Q/s320/snow+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Owen was not too happy about our snowman, he said he was too lumpy without smooth sides, welcome to my world son, I feel his pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SaC-_qR_zII/AAAAAAAABkw/te6IfGZFD3A/s1600-h/snow+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305450361933253762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SaC-_qR_zII/AAAAAAAABkw/te6IfGZFD3A/s320/snow+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the snow sledding Owen wanted his dad to take him on a quad ride and teach him how to drive it, so they took off and came back and told us the funniest story ever. So apparently Stewart was explaining to Owen that the throttle is was makes the quad go and before he could explain that you start out slow Owen and pushed it all the way down popped a wheelie and knocked both of them off the quad right onto their behinds. I would have paid money to have seen that. They are lucky they didn't get hurt Stewart however did have a bruised butt cheek :) Owen was scared to drive the quad the rest of the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides the 2 incidents of trying to kill our kids we had a great time. It was fun to spend time with my kids and watch them play in the snow. Thanks again Mom and Dad for having us over the weekend and for building such fun memories with us. My boys love their papa and obomba :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-2540980044319731908?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/2540980044319731908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=2540980044319731908' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/2540980044319731908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/2540980044319731908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-trip-to-snow.html' title='Our trip to the Snow'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SaC-SFaj5iI/AAAAAAAABkY/4RaWZgIrPTI/s72-c/snow+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-4303006585948637790</id><published>2009-02-16T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T13:02:58.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ran the 5k with 3 of my favorite people on sat. It was so much fun and was for such a great cause. We ran for "two sisters one heart" if you haven't heard of them you need to read about it. It is a story that will touch everyone. The morning started out very early and very cold. We were all excited but also a little nervous.&lt;br /&gt;This is pre run &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lynsey, Me, Bekki, Kathleen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303552926498290130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SZoBSYdp-dI/AAAAAAAABjQ/IR3qBzexJT0/s320/IMG_2718.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Kathleen, Me, Bekki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303552663178685634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SZoBDDhXrMI/AAAAAAAABjA/kDJhazQpIrQ/s320/IMG_2720.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Me and my Sista &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303552668470206914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SZoBDXO94cI/AAAAAAAABjI/an1uJ8Zz4SA/s320/IMG_2722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Bek&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303552927754821826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SZoBSdJPIMI/AAAAAAAABjY/JTA9tBXR_J0/s320/IMG_2721.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; My personal favorite!! Don't ask us what we are doing cuz we have no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303552929377087634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SZoBSjMA8JI/AAAAAAAABjg/eL307AdGxzs/s320/IMG_2719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Getting our tunes ready&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303552659325645938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SZoBC1Ku9HI/AAAAAAAABio/7C8dXAIHEFY/s320/DSC_6630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303552659825212626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SZoBC3B1vNI/AAAAAAAABiw/jmF_FBjOyRA/s320/DSC_6650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On your mark, get set, GO!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303643688853773170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SZpT1clfG3I/AAAAAAAABj4/ossEHuz4a0M/s320/n1077701050_30347821_750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303557665029302210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SZoFmM3fJ8I/AAAAAAAABjw/PD8yHupoS34/s320/DSC_6651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Next to Lynsey in this picture is Mrs. K&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yes I know you have a first name but you will always be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mrs. K to me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She was Owens preschool teacher, she was the first female to finish. You go girl!! I totally slowed down and let her win :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The overall race was so much fun, this is only my second race I have ever done but I enjoyed it more then my first, I did however think that it was a trick that they only posted the 1st mile marker and left you guessing with the rest. Kathleen took off like a bolt of fire and Lynsey following close behind, I knew that if I kept Lynsey in my sight I was doing OK so thank you Lyns for wearing that pink jacket, Bekki later told me that she wouldnt let me out of her sight so basically I was chasing Lynsey and Bekki was chasing me. What ever works right!! When we got there to get our shirts and bibs we thought it was weird that I was number 90 and Bekki was 91 but then when I finished only 2 seconds before her and our numbers were right next to each other on the race results made it even weirder (pretend that is a word ) but seriously what is the chance out of 218 people we would have those numbers and finish together we are true BFF :) I am glad I did it and am looking forward to doing another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we also saw miss Heather kicking some serious butt on the 10k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303556484082052290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SZoEhdfuLMI/AAAAAAAABjo/SWs-ATbOsq0/s320/IMG_2724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sorry we made you drop your keys and back track for it, we know were crazy but that's why you love us right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good job girls lets do it again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-4303006585948637790?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/4303006585948637790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=4303006585948637790' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/4303006585948637790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/4303006585948637790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-race.html' title='Valentines Race'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SZoBSYdp-dI/AAAAAAAABjQ/IR3qBzexJT0/s72-c/IMG_2718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-5221587993608730325</id><published>2009-02-10T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:34:34.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Stacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SZGVWqS_soI/AAAAAAAABig/sUN8mnu3t0s/s1600-h/100_0726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301182452935406210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SZGVWqS_soI/AAAAAAAABig/sUN8mnu3t0s/s320/100_0726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is my sister Stacy's birthday. Stacy is only 13 months older then me so we grew up practically on top of each other. Over the years we a formed a great relationship with each other, I forgave her for treating me like her doll by dragging me around by my hair as a kid, and for beating me up as a teenager :) In all honesty Stacy is probably one of the best people I know. Here are a few of my favorite things and reasons why I love her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* She is loyal, she will defend you and always did defended me (with the help of Brian) in high school when I had girls wanting to kick my butt (true story)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*She is so organized, everything has a spot and is never out of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Her house is ALWAYS clean. She does day care out of her house and it doesn't matter if she has 1 kid or 7 her house is spotless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* We tease her and say she is June Cleaver because dinner is always made by 5, house is always clean and she is doing it with a smile on her face, all she needs is the white picket fence and apron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* growing up when she would get mad at me she would say the funniest thing and she would say it every time "I am going to hit you so hard, you aren't going to know what hit you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*She is very generous, they have the open house policy, everyone is welcome and sometimes that means every room has someone in it, on the couch, or on a blow up mattress and she doesn't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*She is giving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*She is a great mom, she left a great job with good pay to stay at home with her girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stacy is a great person and I am blessed to have her in my life. I hope you have a great birthday, thanks for all you have done for me in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday, I love you !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-5221587993608730325?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/5221587993608730325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=5221587993608730325' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/5221587993608730325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/5221587993608730325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-stacy.html' title='Happy Birthday Stacy'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SZGVWqS_soI/AAAAAAAABig/sUN8mnu3t0s/s72-c/100_0726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-7097358764688647551</id><published>2009-02-06T15:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T17:38:03.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very sad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was a very bitter sweet day for us.  Owen's teacher had to move away due to some health reasons with her husband.  I completely understand and would have done the same but I am selfish and very sad she is gone.  She has been such a great teacher for Owen.   She has helped him come out of his shell this year and has pushed him academically.  I am so impressed with her and what Owen has learned from her, I was lucky enough to volunteer in his class room every Friday so I have really gotten to know her and have really enjoyed the time I spent helping her.   Owen has been so sad that she was moving to another world &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(is what he said)&lt;/span&gt; I am grateful she was his teacher for at least half of the year and am excited to get to know his new teacher Mrs. Sharr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a letter Owen wrote to Mrs. Soosai last night&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SYzCD_Nb_yI/AAAAAAAABiY/kgxJ70GbHO4/s1600-h/mrs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299824235271421730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SYzCD_Nb_yI/AAAAAAAABiY/kgxJ70GbHO4/s320/mrs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of Owen's friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SYzCDlDrveI/AAAAAAAABiQ/7kmX3EXA-v4/s1600-h/basketballcampandsoosai+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299824228251188706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SYzCDlDrveI/AAAAAAAABiQ/7kmX3EXA-v4/s320/basketballcampandsoosai+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen and Mrs. Soosai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SYzCDQWVkvI/AAAAAAAABiI/uEy8pqhBVPg/s1600-h/basketballcampandsoosai+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299824222692283122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SYzCDQWVkvI/AAAAAAAABiI/uEy8pqhBVPg/s320/basketballcampandsoosai+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks Mrs. Soosai for all you do.  You will be missed.&lt;br /&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/5028887938200933641-7097358764688647551?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/7097358764688647551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=7097358764688647551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/7097358764688647551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/7097358764688647551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2009/02/very-sad-day.html' title='A very sad Day'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SYzCD_Nb_yI/AAAAAAAABiY/kgxJ70GbHO4/s72-c/mrs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-1164433770373233409</id><published>2009-01-23T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:59:00.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The things Owen does to make me laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will be mad at myself forever for not taking a picture of Owen when he got home from school yesterday. I was trying not to laugh while punishing him but I have to admit it was hilarious. He came running up to me with pink marker all over his top lip, when I asked him what was on his face he said "Nothing its my mustache mom, do you like it" I couldn't believe it I about died laughing he was so proud of his work, I told him he was not suppose to write on his face and he said "I know mom Mrs. Soosai already told me" the best part about it is that he walked around school all day with a big pink mustache. I volunteer at Owens school on Fridays and the first thing his teacher said to me was "So did you like Owen's mustache" she was totally laughing as well and couldn't believe what a good job he did. Only a kindergarten teacher would be looking at the quality. I wished I had snapped a picture right then but I didn't want Owen to think it was funny and do it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After he went to bed last night I was looking through his papers from school and this was the next thing that made me laugh&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294598215881459666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SXoxBn4IB9I/AAAAAAAABhs/7PIckjxw1NY/s320/homework.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well at least he knows how to rhyme and spell, but maybe its time to tell him that hell is a bad word :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Owen has totally came out of his shell this year. He used to be my timid quiet little boy and man has school changed that he is now the class clown with a mustache, writing hell on his papers. Good thing he is still young and innocent it wouldn't be as funny if he was 15 yrs.old doing this but for now we will laugh about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-1164433770373233409?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/1164433770373233409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=1164433770373233409' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/1164433770373233409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/1164433770373233409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-owen-does-to-make-me-laugh.html' title='The things Owen does to make me laugh'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SXoxBn4IB9I/AAAAAAAABhs/7PIckjxw1NY/s72-c/homework.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-679990802159419166</id><published>2009-01-09T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:01:55.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stewart's Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stewart had knee surgery on Friday. It was long over due and he was excited to get it done. Back in June he hurt his knee playing church softball. I don't know what it is about church ball but I swear more people get hurt then not. I think the problem is these men get out on the field don't stretch or warm up, revert to there teenage years, get all competitive and forget they are not in their 20's anymore. Sorry babe but your getting older and your body doesn't move as fast as it once did. All I have to say is I hope that game was worth all the pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doesn't he look hot in his shower cap and knee high stocking&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SWpWrQHn84I/AAAAAAAABhg/5QYVBjrYk3A/s1600-h/stewartssurgery+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290136013361378178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SWpWrQHn84I/AAAAAAAABhg/5QYVBjrYk3A/s320/stewartssurgery+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SWpWqwRmlaI/AAAAAAAABhY/JWaX5-iXewA/s1600-h/stewartssurgery+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290136004813297058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SWpWqwRmlaI/AAAAAAAABhY/JWaX5-iXewA/s320/stewartssurgery+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The surgery went well the Doctor did a great job. The surgery usually takes about 20 mins. Stewart's took about 1 1/2 hrs. The doctor said he had such a big knee that his tools were almost too short and that he played joint mice that's what took so long. Joint mice? Its when part of the Cartlidge that he had just cut off gets loose in his leg, he says it is as hard to catch as it is to catch a mouse. The mouse was caught and we are happy its over.&lt;br /&gt;After the surgery we dropped of his prescription for his percocet at Walgreen's they told me that they were out of it and so was all the surrounding Walgreen's, so I took it took Osco, went home put Stewart to bed,feed, bathed and put the kids to bed and went back up to get the pain meds at 8:15 to my surprise they close at 8:00 I about died. The doctor told us to not go with out his pain medicine and now they were closed until 9:00 am the next morning. I stressed for about an housr and then the local pharmacy pals came to my rescue. A special thanks to Bekki for her Vicidon and Jenni's Percocet we were saved!! I love my drug dealer friends :)&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Stewart was stir crazy and wanted to get out of the house so we decided to go to Walmart. Now remember he has on knee high panty hose (compression socks), and shorts and he was driving the automated wheelchair. The kids had a blast but honesty I think Stewart had more fun cruising around, he says everyone should have the chance to ride one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SWpWq5vtbEI/AAAAAAAABhQ/hmoppxPhJsQ/s1600-h/0110091738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290136007355493442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SWpWq5vtbEI/AAAAAAAABhQ/hmoppxPhJsQ/s320/0110091738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SWpWqp11s4I/AAAAAAAABhI/6IWcHYSUPeM/s1600-h/0110091742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290136003086234498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SWpWqp11s4I/AAAAAAAABhI/6IWcHYSUPeM/s320/0110091742.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SWpWqoSgffI/AAAAAAAABhA/pwpB7HPGIg0/s1600-h/0110091739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290136002669608434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SWpWqoSgffI/AAAAAAAABhA/pwpB7HPGIg0/s320/0110091739.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He has crutches at home and the boys are enjoying them as well.&lt;br /&gt;Here's our little monkey boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SWpWSil2vnI/AAAAAAAABg4/x3y3oeCHmlg/s1600-h/stewartssurgery+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290135588823285362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SWpWSil2vnI/AAAAAAAABg4/x3y3oeCHmlg/s320/stewartssurgery+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Owen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SWpWSZ1WHkI/AAAAAAAABgw/2zfxG-CQK04/s1600-h/stewartssurgery+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290135586472336962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SWpWSZ1WHkI/AAAAAAAABgw/2zfxG-CQK04/s320/stewartssurgery+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stewart had to stop eating at midnight the night of the surgery and man oh man was he a bit grumpy without his morning Mt. Dew. He couldn't wait to get home to have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SWpWR-Sjs5I/AAAAAAAABgo/GAZfdHd3a4c/s1600-h/stewartssurgery+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290135579078669202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SWpWR-Sjs5I/AAAAAAAABgo/GAZfdHd3a4c/s320/stewartssurgery+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Overall it as been great. He has been a great patient panty hose and all and Owen has been such a big helper. I am glad it is over and I am sure he is too. Thanks to all the phone call, text messages, drugs and to my mom for watching Ethan we couldn't have done it without the help. We love you all.&lt;br /&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/5028887938200933641-679990802159419166?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/679990802159419166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=679990802159419166' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/679990802159419166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/679990802159419166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2009/01/stewarts-surgery.html' title='Stewart&apos;s Surgery'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SWpWrQHn84I/AAAAAAAABhg/5QYVBjrYk3A/s72-c/stewartssurgery+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-54672476715727117</id><published>2009-01-01T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:18:12.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We pretty much party hopped last night. We went to my sisters, neighbors, and ended back at our place where the real party started with my sister and her family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is me, Kayden, Alyssa and Ethan. Kayden usually doesn't look so silly but she had just gotten hurt on the bouncer and needed some love from her favorite Auntie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286558300523228866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SV2gw9MUbsI/AAAAAAAABew/DwFtpvyGKRg/s320/newyears+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ethan and Alyssa kept hugging each other every chance they had&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286558292494406786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SV2gwfSGVII/AAAAAAAABeo/v0mRUznFZY0/s320/newyears+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Lynsey and Jim stopped by the store on their way over and got some W.T. fireworks that the kids completely enjoyed &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286558309583823170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SV2gxe8iIUI/AAAAAAAABe4/AgdpGxaaBdc/s320/newyears+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ethan thought is was the funniest thing he had ever heard. He was belly laughing every time one went off.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286558725454755794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SV2hJsL499I/AAAAAAAABfQ/niFpAsJGKa4/s320/newyears+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I told Owen to go put on his shoes and this is what he came back with , the santa hat and no shoes. Go figure&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286558313907842642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SV2gxvDdblI/AAAAAAAABfA/BGPMwHwM3uo/s320/newyears+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the fireworks were gone the toys came out. The boys had a blast riding the bikes and quads up and down the street &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286561228920099618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SV2jbaUikyI/AAAAAAAABgI/QQQcIJUxokc/s320/quads" border="0" /&gt;Well Lynsey enjoyed it as well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286558314755824850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SV2gxyNonNI/AAAAAAAABfI/9xGSriZM6Os/s320/newyears+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286558738335642450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SV2hKcK7s1I/AAAAAAAABfo/PhrgV6r2iQs/s320/newyears+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Owen was determined to stay up until midnight, at about 10:30 we were tired so Lynsey and I started setting the clocks up and we celebrated new years at about 11:00. Its really crappy when your kid can tell time :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best and loudest Party Blower goes to?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286558894942555298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SV2hTjk7jKI/AAAAAAAABf4/SZh-qlOXV_k/s320/newyears+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Not these 3...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286558732475735010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SV2hKGV0m-I/AAAAAAAABfY/0mS2P0Fs2Pw/s320/newyears+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;You guessed it. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LYNSEY!!&lt;/span&gt;She was really on her game last night it must have been the quad ride from earlier :) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I will save her some embarressment and not let you enlarge the picture to see the full facial expression)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286558735367016114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SV2hKRHKDrI/AAAAAAAABfg/b-n4T2Co-LE/s320/newyears+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Drunk of the night goes to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ethan&lt;/span&gt;, what a great Mom I am letting my 2 year old get wasted on apple cider, should I be worried?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286561225450805170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SV2jbNZZV7I/AAAAAAAABgA/2oHY4EYgKuA/s320/ethandrink" border="0" /&gt;Owen was sad to see the night end. He didn't want his Uncle Jim to leave, it must be because "He just understands him" (ha ha Lyns)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286558741650806002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SV2hKohVFPI/AAAAAAAABfw/E1P9iz5ZzoI/s320/newyears+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We rang in the New Year with great company. Thanks for the laughs and good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall the year hs been crazy, stressful, hard, etc.. just kidding it has been a good year. I am grateful for a good husband, my sweet &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(most of the time)&lt;/span&gt; boys, a great family and our health. I am however praying for a better year in 2009 lets be honest aren't we all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-54672476715727117?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/54672476715727117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=54672476715727117' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/54672476715727117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/54672476715727117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-years.html' title='Happy New Year&apos;s'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SV2gw9MUbsI/AAAAAAAABew/DwFtpvyGKRg/s72-c/newyears+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-4390297334476360515</id><published>2008-12-31T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:17:25.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been bugged by enough people to post my Christmas pics. Since my sister called me today telling me she had issues with my blog because Christmas wasn't posted and it was New Years I thought I should probable take care of it. So here we go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We spend Christmas Eve at my parents house every year. This year we were lucky enough to have Grandma D and Grandpa Owen here from Utah. It was loud and crazy as usual but also very fun. The kids have so much fun playing together. With 10 kids 9 yrs and under there is NEVER a dull moment&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVxk7O213uI/AAAAAAAABeQ/CzjvkjWfgb0/s1600-h/IMG_5240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286211031389298402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVxk7O213uI/AAAAAAAABeQ/CzjvkjWfgb0/s320/IMG_5240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anticipation was of opening up the gifts was killing the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVxkMHP5C4I/AAAAAAAABeA/PcALFgrwWLs/s1600-h/lights+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286210221893028738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVxkMHP5C4I/AAAAAAAABeA/PcALFgrwWLs/s320/lights+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They waited patiently for dinner to be done and then is was on. Wrapping paper, toys, clothes, etc was being thrown around and yells and giggles of excited was all we could hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVxkL1WoO9I/AAAAAAAABd4/vsOJbJCeTCw/s1600-h/lights+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286210217089448914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVxkL1WoO9I/AAAAAAAABd4/vsOJbJCeTCw/s320/lights+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVxkLiTraqI/AAAAAAAABdw/0e9ivCxBVnM/s1600-h/lights+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286210211976800930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVxkLiTraqI/AAAAAAAABdw/0e9ivCxBVnM/s320/lights+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you blame them Grandma and Grandpa spoiled them like CRAZY!! Owen and Ethan got a lot of fun stuff. Owens favorite was these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVxkLUnPrAI/AAAAAAAABdo/S1Uk0-XXgu0/s1600-h/lights+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286210227879138530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVxkMdjF1OI/AAAAAAAABeI/8QshU0-lG_E/s320/lights+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dino Lego, that was until Christmas day when dad and Owen spent all day putting the Dino together was on the last leg to find out the they were missing 2 leg hinges. Not a happy boy and I am NOT talking about Owen!! They went back and were replaced with other Lego sets. Owen said that if one of the boxes were wrong they were all wrong so no Dino Lego's at our house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Mom and Dad for a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; Eve. Thanks for the gifts, you love and your example. Your love for your family never ceases to amaze me. You are the BEST. We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5028887938200933641-4390297334476360515?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/4390297334476360515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=4390297334476360515' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/4390297334476360515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/4390297334476360515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVxk7O213uI/AAAAAAAABeQ/CzjvkjWfgb0/s72-c/IMG_5240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-1387100009407130676</id><published>2008-12-31T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:19:07.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are Skinny Shoes???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only thing Owen wanted for Christmas this year was Skinny Shoes. What are skinny shoes you ask, well after chasing kids around school trying to look at there shoes without looking suspicious, starring at the boys shoes at the bus stop, I finally figured out what they were. A lot of people have been wondering the same and if he got them. Seriously do I look like an idiot, its the ONLY thing he wanted and you question if I delivered, I mean Santa delivered. So YES he got them and this is what they are. Old school Converse All Star Low tops. If I would have know there were going to be back in style I would have kept mine from like 15 years ago. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVxoo6iYv3I/AAAAAAAABeY/AwmDG_OSdMw/s1600-h/base_media.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286218546556520354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVxrwrCVR6I/AAAAAAAABeg/2pI1kJUtsIQ/s320/newyears+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286215114743660402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVxoo6iYv3I/AAAAAAAABeY/AwmDG_OSdMw/s320/base_media.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was counting the days until "Skinny Shoe Day" I couldn't believe how bad he wanted them. When he woke up he went racing in the front room looking for them. Hes a hard one to please last year it was a Giant Candy Cane, this year Skinny Shoes, I can only imagine what next year will bring, all know is I have one happy boy with his Skinny shoes and NO he will not be wearing Skinny Pants with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-1387100009407130676?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/1387100009407130676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=1387100009407130676' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/1387100009407130676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/1387100009407130676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-are-skinny-shoes.html' title='What are Skinny Shoes???'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVxrwrCVR6I/AAAAAAAABeg/2pI1kJUtsIQ/s72-c/newyears+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-1668154196128876396</id><published>2008-12-31T16:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:12:57.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owens a Ladies Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right on our street there are a ton of kids Owens age, the only problem is they are all girls.  Well that is not a problem to Owen.  He plays around the clock with these cute girls.  He is quite the ladies man and thoroughly enjoys himself until they want to play house and he has to be the Dad and call his wife Ellie "Sweetie"  he doesn't go for that.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVwJazONA1I/AAAAAAAABdA/Y4XGFztBJrY/s1600-h/owens+ladies+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286110418657149778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVwJazONA1I/AAAAAAAABdA/Y4XGFztBJrY/s320/owens+ladies+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They love to race down the street from our house to the Inmans and for some reason it never gets boring to them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVwJa9qoWkI/AAAAAAAABc4/ssVU_jh9rPk/s1600-h/owens+ladies+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286110421460736578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVwJa9qoWkI/AAAAAAAABc4/ssVU_jh9rPk/s320/owens+ladies+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVwJajInvLI/AAAAAAAABcw/UDKIp5KVE6E/s1600-h/owens+ladies+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286110414338768050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVwJajInvLI/AAAAAAAABcw/UDKIp5KVE6E/s320/owens+ladies+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh to be a kid again.  I enjoy watching them so happy without a care in the world.  What a cute bunch of kids.  We are very lucky to have such great neighbors.  Girls, Boys, we don't care and either do they&lt;br /&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/5028887938200933641-1668154196128876396?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/1668154196128876396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=1668154196128876396' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/1668154196128876396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/1668154196128876396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/12/owens-ladies-man.html' title='Owens a Ladies Man'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVwJazONA1I/AAAAAAAABdA/Y4XGFztBJrY/s72-c/owens+ladies+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-6298364353435825734</id><published>2008-12-24T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T09:25:26.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owens Letter to Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVPBblnJBJI/AAAAAAAABcY/iXvu5VhL9kA/s1600-h/lights+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283779467532633234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVPBblnJBJI/AAAAAAAABcY/iXvu5VhL9kA/s320/lights+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVMq1wYl_4I/AAAAAAAABcQ/HGlh0yFlUvA/s1600-h/12-25-2008+12%3B36%3B45AM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283613890845212546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVMq1wYl_4I/AAAAAAAABcQ/HGlh0yFlUvA/s320/12-25-2008+12%3B36%3B45AM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(a.k.e Converse shoes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such are hard one to please!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-6298364353435825734?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/6298364353435825734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=6298364353435825734' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/6298364353435825734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/6298364353435825734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/12/owens-letter-to-santa.html' title='Owens Letter to Santa'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVPBblnJBJI/AAAAAAAABcY/iXvu5VhL9kA/s72-c/lights+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-8596584066916829511</id><published>2008-12-23T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:31:59.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We took the kids to see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Temple&lt;/span&gt; Lights.  The weather was perfect,  the company was the best and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;atmosphere&lt;/span&gt; was beautiful.  I love to see the temple this time of year.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVxidC3a0UI/AAAAAAAABdg/_mBZ6_B6Tjc/s1600-h/lights+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286208313751163202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVxidC3a0UI/AAAAAAAABdg/_mBZ6_B6Tjc/s320/lights+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen had the best seat in the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVxicg6s8RI/AAAAAAAABdY/HtK4-X9s5vA/s1600-h/lights+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286208304638128402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVxicg6s8RI/AAAAAAAABdY/HtK4-X9s5vA/s320/lights+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was trying to take a picture of the boys but I kept getting this silly clown instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVxicWVv8mI/AAAAAAAABdQ/oFD4ydc4eQU/s1600-h/lights+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286208301798781538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVxicWVv8mI/AAAAAAAABdQ/oFD4ydc4eQU/s320/lights+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The night was perfect until Owen decided to barf up Burger King chicken fries all over the car.  Oh the joys of being a parent!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-8596584066916829511?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/8596584066916829511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=8596584066916829511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/8596584066916829511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/8596584066916829511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/12/temple-lights.html' title='Temple Lights'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVxidC3a0UI/AAAAAAAABdg/_mBZ6_B6Tjc/s72-c/lights+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-3332321483173575321</id><published>2008-12-23T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T15:27:11.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Monday night Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;About a month ago my sister invited me to go see The Forgotten Carols by Micheal McLean with her and her friends from work, I quickly jumped at the chance and was really excited to see it.  Since then things came up with her schedule and she wasn't able to come so Stewart said he would come with me, then he got called into work so he wasn't able to go either.  I was starting to think it was me that no one wanted to go with.  Well I ended up with the best date on Monday.  Not only did we see an awesome play but we sat behind the cutest parents and grandparent ever.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVFxno1w5jI/AAAAAAAABcI/2UVTmllAtGA/s1600-h/9c3cc060ada0deaa789ea110_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283128763674060338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVFxno1w5jI/AAAAAAAABcI/2UVTmllAtGA/s320/9c3cc060ada0deaa789ea110_L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Bekki outside the Orpheum Theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVFwinWyz9I/AAAAAAAABcA/6yBS8g4n3XM/s1600-h/cpartyandconcert+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283127577864753106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVFwinWyz9I/AAAAAAAABcA/6yBS8g4n3XM/s320/cpartyandconcert+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom, and Grandparents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVFwiTjkZ9I/AAAAAAAABb4/fPXNBvj0MeQ/s1600-h/cpartyandconcert+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283127572549625810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVFwiTjkZ9I/AAAAAAAABb4/fPXNBvj0MeQ/s320/cpartyandconcert+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us with the star himself Micheal McLean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVFwiSkJ3GI/AAAAAAAABbw/Ge89CbvZ380/s1600-h/cpartyandconcert+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283127572283645026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVFwiSkJ3GI/AAAAAAAABbw/Ge89CbvZ380/s320/cpartyandconcert+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you haven't seen this show it is a must,  It really reminds you of what Christmas is all about.  Thanks Bekki for coming with me.  I had a great time as usual, but next time we really need to get seats like the old people :)&lt;br /&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/5028887938200933641-3332321483173575321?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/3332321483173575321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=3332321483173575321' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/3332321483173575321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/3332321483173575321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-monday-night-date.html' title='My Monday night Date'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SVFxno1w5jI/AAAAAAAABcI/2UVTmllAtGA/s72-c/9c3cc060ada0deaa789ea110_L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-8589951483555880296</id><published>2008-12-17T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T19:21:04.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a very fun visitor tonight at our house, all the way from the North Pole. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ethan wasn't very fond of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUm8RxhWZyI/AAAAAAAABbY/i8sSpi-btdU/s1600-h/santa+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280959051605632802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUm8RxhWZyI/AAAAAAAABbY/i8sSpi-btdU/s320/santa+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Owen couldn't believe "It was really him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUm8Rk2p6FI/AAAAAAAABbQ/bFopTp9zaI4/s1600-h/santa+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280959048205330514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUm8Rk2p6FI/AAAAAAAABbQ/bFopTp9zaI4/s320/santa+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the cousins except for Ethan and Alyssa who were screaming and crying and Austin who couldn't make it , oddly enough Santa even brought a gift for him, he must be really good this year&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280959057693766690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUm8SIM39CI/AAAAAAAABbg/j-fQXPiYxIs/s320/santa+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now does Santa have the coolest ride or what, he took them each for a ride in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280964456814519394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUnBMZfkpGI/AAAAAAAABbo/z5X_RMtYff0/s320/santa+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Owen was in heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUm8Rc6D8zI/AAAAAAAABbI/9jQ6alDAL-w/s1600-h/santa+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280959046072136498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUm8Rc6D8zI/AAAAAAAABbI/9jQ6alDAL-w/s320/santa+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see Ethan still wasn't too fond of him, but it makes for a funny picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUm8ELwlQiI/AAAAAAAABbA/zJ94CffZ_8o/s1600-h/santa+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280958818130674210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUm8ELwlQiI/AAAAAAAABbA/zJ94CffZ_8o/s320/santa+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its great to know friends from the North Pole it sure made for a fun night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-8589951483555880296?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/8589951483555880296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=8589951483555880296' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/8589951483555880296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/8589951483555880296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa.html' title='Santa'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUm8RxhWZyI/AAAAAAAABbY/i8sSpi-btdU/s72-c/santa+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-4082141071574256171</id><published>2008-12-16T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:50:38.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Christmas Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Christmas decorations, there is something about bright lights and colorful ornaments that just makes me smile. I keep telling Stewart that I am going to keep up the Christmas Decorations year around :). We have been reading the kids a story out of our Christmas book every night and after the story they play with the train under the tree. They were playing so good and loving on each other I couldn't resist a photo opportunity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that is not the sweetest thing EVER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUhdYxzPVfI/AAAAAAAABaI/lhLtzdk-Qug/s1600-h/tree+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280573243358402034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUhdYxzPVfI/AAAAAAAABaI/lhLtzdk-Qug/s320/tree+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What cute boys I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUhdYkfoVgI/AAAAAAAABaA/18iv5Ju4vME/s1600-h/tree+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280573239786493442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUhdYkfoVgI/AAAAAAAABaA/18iv5Ju4vME/s320/tree+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It looks like Owen has Ethan in a headlock but really he was just loving on him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUhdYkvDFJI/AAAAAAAABZ4/qJ-7UjGielk/s1600-h/tree+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280573239851160722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUhdYkvDFJI/AAAAAAAABZ4/qJ-7UjGielk/s320/tree+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night I went to check and make sure the lights got turned off and this is how I found Santa. He looked as if he had gotten shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280573250188512850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUhdZLPqjlI/AAAAAAAABaY/n-kRh9gIGrw/s320/tree+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Long night huh!! I feel your pain Santa, only 9 days to go and the Over rated day we call Christmas is OVER!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280573247800832690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUhdZCWZcrI/AAAAAAAABaQ/yq2SSUL9A2U/s320/tree+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I do live Christmas I just feel like it is a little over rated with all the gifts and money people spend to keep up with the "JONES", well folks theres not much to keep up with, let me save you some money &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stop&lt;/span&gt; now the competition with the Jones' is really easy this year :)&lt;br /&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/5028887938200933641-4082141071574256171?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/4082141071574256171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=4082141071574256171' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/4082141071574256171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/4082141071574256171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-christmas-time.html' title='I love Christmas Time'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUhdYxzPVfI/AAAAAAAABaI/lhLtzdk-Qug/s72-c/tree+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-3522927737039335564</id><published>2008-12-05T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T10:31:41.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers Needed!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/STmULrwEOSI/AAAAAAAABHg/ZG9Ux34d98A/s1600-h/DSC_2839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276411366885046562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/STmULrwEOSI/AAAAAAAABHg/ZG9Ux34d98A/s320/DSC_2839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have know Justin since elementary school. He is one of the kindest, funniest people I know. I haven't spoke to him in years but have kept in contact through the blogging world. He got married last year to Susan, she was diagnosed with Colon Cancer in June of this year. She has fought the fight with all her heart and strength. She has given her all but is losing, she knows her time here are earth is short but is not giving up. My heart aches for her and her pain but also for Justin and his loss. You can read about her journey on their blog click on it on my side bar &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Justin and Susan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and please pray for them and their families. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(At the ASU vs. U of A game this weekend durning the 3rd and 4th quarter they will be doing a tribute for Susan of the big screen.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UPDATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Susan's battle with Cancer ended last night. She returned home to be with her Heavenly Father last night 10/5/2008. My heart aches for Justin and those family members who are mourning her loss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-3522927737039335564?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/3522927737039335564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=3522927737039335564' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/3522927737039335564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/3522927737039335564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/12/prayers-needed.html' title='Prayers Needed!!!'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/STmULrwEOSI/AAAAAAAABHg/ZG9Ux34d98A/s72-c/DSC_2839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-6250329746429356113</id><published>2008-12-04T09:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:18:33.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving weekend at the cabin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to my parents cabin Thanksgiving weekend with my Mom, Dad, Jason, Grandma Lois, Lynsey, Jim and Austin. It was a full house but we had a really good time. It was colder then crap but we had fun. Grandma Lois came and spent Thanksgiving with us so she wasn't alone. It was great to have her here with us as well.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/STgOToEX-SI/AAAAAAAABHY/TumoxYhsGWk/s1600-h/thanksgiving+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275982693800605986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/STgOToEX-SI/AAAAAAAABHY/TumoxYhsGWk/s320/thanksgiving+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a camp fire and made smores. Ethan and Austin only cared about the chocolate and Owen only cared about catching the marshmellows on fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/STgOTUenwWI/AAAAAAAABHQ/GFgJxjghQFo/s1600-h/thanksgiving+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275982688541983074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/STgOTUenwWI/AAAAAAAABHQ/GFgJxjghQFo/s320/thanksgiving+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Grandma &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275982687230491378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/STgOTPl7-vI/AAAAAAAABHI/i2sMSBwiwiU/s320/thanksgiving+063+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275982680533205170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/STgOS2pLgLI/AAAAAAAABHA/DxsUMQw0dU8/s320/thanksgiving+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275982231547824738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/STgN4uCuSmI/AAAAAAAABG4/Pdf0cwM7HyA/s320/thanksgiving+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275982228001464258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/STgN4g1NH8I/AAAAAAAABGw/elACKVvq2dk/s320/thanksgiving+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jim and his little ducklings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275982225338647074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/STgN4W6VwiI/AAAAAAAABGo/WeW4vHpl7ss/s320/thanksgiving+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ethan was obsessed with riding the vroom vrooms even though it was 30 degrees outside&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275982220762610098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/STgN4F3U-bI/AAAAAAAABGg/RUdTcq_ATpA/s320/thanksgiving+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275982217939707778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/STgN37WS54I/AAAAAAAABGY/LD5yGqM03_s/s320/thanksgiving+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We let Owen and Austin stay up late one night and watch a movie. Austin had his first experience with Popcorn. What a deprived little kid :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275981690099478482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/STgNZM_YL9I/AAAAAAAABGQ/wN9LPbJZr2o/s320/thanksgiving+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Stewart, Jim and Jason went "spotting" one night what ever that means, but they were acting like a bunch of little boys with their guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275981683970185810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/STgNY2KCmlI/AAAAAAAABGI/OCBTdv8idgQ/s320/thanksgiving+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Owen and his Uncle Jason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275981681918131874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/STgNYugyvqI/AAAAAAAABGA/km2Fj4XMpbo/s320/thanksgiving+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275981675676915234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/STgNYXQxViI/AAAAAAAABF4/ldBjtPNvvTY/s320/thanksgiving+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Thanks Mom and Dad for a great weekend. We had a blast as always. &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/5028887938200933641-6250329746429356113?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/6250329746429356113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=6250329746429356113' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/6250329746429356113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/6250329746429356113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-weekend-at-cabin.html' title='Thanksgiving weekend at the cabin'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/STgOToEX-SI/AAAAAAAABHY/TumoxYhsGWk/s72-c/thanksgiving+091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-5026843735088693658</id><published>2008-11-27T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T20:18:33.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What an Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273539599039140018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SS9gUy2vELI/AAAAAAAABFw/pwtA8IVHPVA/s320/turkeytrot01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Back in July a girl I use to work with lost her sweet little girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kamber&lt;/span&gt; to a tragic accident. She got a group of people together to run the Turkey Trot in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kamber's&lt;/span&gt; memory. She had the cutest shirts made as well. I have never done any type of run before but I couldn't turn down what turned out to be such a great experience for such a great family. So I took one for the team and signed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was really excited to be doing this with my sister as well but also very nervous because I am not a runner and my sister is. I have been running in the mornings with Ethan to prepare but nothing major. I had the best experience, it is amazing the thoughts and emotions you go through when you are running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a few of mine:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mile 1: Got run over by some stupid women &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stroller &lt;/span&gt;driver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mile 2: Saw the most inspiring man running with a prosthetic leg &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mile 3: Got tripped by yet another stupid women &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;dog&lt;/span&gt; driver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mile 4: I was running past my car and was contemplating jumping in it and not looking back until I saw the cutest little family it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kamber's&lt;/span&gt; Dad and sisters hurrying to meet Jen at the finish line. It brought tears to my eyes and gave me a much need reminder of why I was there and who I was doing this for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mile 5: Contemplated playing in oncoming traffic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mile 6: The longest mile of my life, It felt like it went on forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finish: Such a rewarding feeling of accomplishment, with the thought of "Am I going to be able to walk tomorrow"? going through my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The over all experience was amazing, I would do it again in a heart beat. I am so glad I was able to do it and do it in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kambers&lt;/span&gt; memory, what a special day it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is my proof that I actually did is since some knuckle head stole my Turkey Trot shirt, I mean seriously who does that especially on Thanksgiving. Oh well I have the memories and those will last a whole lot longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SS9gUuLUBoI/AAAAAAAABFo/kihQ902ZM4I/s1600-h/11-27-2008+08%3B54%3B14PM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273539597783271042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SS9gUuLUBoI/AAAAAAAABFo/kihQ902ZM4I/s320/11-27-2008+08%3B54%3B14PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks again Jen for putting this together and for being such a great example of strength to all of us. I am sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kamber&lt;/span&gt; was jumping with joy seeing you run for her today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you Lynsey for convincing me to go even though you kicked my butt :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I am sure you are all wondering what my time was, well its none of your business :) j/k&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My goal was to finish in 1hour and 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. and I finished in 1 hour 24 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. so I met my goal :) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For all of you crazy runners laughing at my time, I never claimed to be a great runner&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So any one up for the London Run? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanksgiving was great this year.  I have so much to be thankful for but most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;importantly&lt;/span&gt; my husband, boys and our health :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-5026843735088693658?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/5026843735088693658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=5026843735088693658' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/5026843735088693658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/5026843735088693658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-experience.html' title='What an Experience'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SS9gUy2vELI/AAAAAAAABFw/pwtA8IVHPVA/s72-c/turkeytrot01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-2049831406132817342</id><published>2008-11-25T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:54:15.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We should have taken the plane!!!</title><content type='html'>Today was Owen's field trip to the Tempe Art Center to see The Velveteen Rabbit. I was lucky enough to go as a chaperon. This morning Owen asked me how we were going to get there, I told him we were all going on the bus his response was "We should take a plane we would get there faster". If I would have known what was about to take place I would have agreed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Owens class all piled on the bus excited as ever&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SSxvD3H7bII/AAAAAAAABFQ/COJHcHwIGc4/s1600-h/pics+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272711375871503490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SSxvD3H7bII/AAAAAAAABFQ/COJHcHwIGc4/s320/pics+156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mrs. Soosai outside the bus about 5 miles from the school after the bus &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BROKE DOWN&lt;/span&gt;. Yes that is right, we had about 100 5 year olds piled on the bus and it all of a sudden it stopped. One little boy Yelled out call 9-9-1 :) they will fix it, and Owen said "See we should have taken the plane"  when neither of those were really options we waited for another bus. In the meantime we decided to find humor in it. We pulled out the cameras and decided to have a photo shoot.  Mrs. Soosai is such a great sport!!   Once the bus got there we had to transport all the kids onto the next bus.  Needless to say we were late for the play.  I am glad it broke down right before entering the freeway not on it, that would have been a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SSxvDrFBWgI/AAAAAAAABFI/386j-TpJDjY/s1600-h/pics+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272711372638083586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SSxvDrFBWgI/AAAAAAAABFI/386j-TpJDjY/s320/pics+160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272711368415633826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SSxvDbWT4aI/AAAAAAAABFA/haD__wj1nWk/s320/pics+159.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;This is Autum and Owen I think they have a crush on each other. They sit at the same table and they are always together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272711357288804882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SSxvCx5d8hI/AAAAAAAABE4/6hKlUz0pIV0/s320/pics+169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272710923497785762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SSxuph5oSaI/AAAAAAAABEw/cYzPFgk53Ug/s320/pics+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Not really sure what was going on in this picture if I didn't know better it looks like Owen is looking for some lovin&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272713413712285026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SSxw6erCDWI/AAAAAAAABFg/sEV9vbM9wF0/s320/pics+168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;They were pretending to be sleeping.  It was so believable with those big smiles on their faces&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272713405781484098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SSxw6BILokI/AAAAAAAABFY/Q08s7KCodOU/s320/pics+162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The play was really cute, as least what we saw of it.  I had a great time and I am so glad I was able to go.  I really enjoy my time with Owen and his friends and Mrs. Soosai is awesome.  I couldn't be happier with her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Owen for letting your Mom come and be apart of your school experiences and for thinking your mom is cool even when you are with your friends.  I hope it will always stay that way even though I know deep down it wont.  Oh well I will enjoy it while it lasts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Owen you were right we should have taken the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;PLANE!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5028887938200933641-2049831406132817342?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/2049831406132817342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=2049831406132817342' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/2049831406132817342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/2049831406132817342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-should-have-taken-plane.html' title='We should have taken the plane!!!'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SSxvD3H7bII/AAAAAAAABFQ/COJHcHwIGc4/s72-c/pics+156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-2815728825343699737</id><published>2008-11-11T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:35:11.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dear friend Bekki tagged me so here it is.  I will say I had to laugh when I saw what the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; folder, 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; picture was here it is,  my toes after I got attacked by a Chinese lady at the nail shop up by Safeway she was cutting my toes up and asking me if it hurts when she couldn't get them to stop bleeding,  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;YES &lt;/span&gt;it hurts you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;psycho&lt;/span&gt;!!   I thought a Pedicure was suppose to be relaxing.  Seriously I couldn't walk for weeks afterwards.  This happened the sat. before Mother's Day 2007 and I have not had a pedicure since.  I am too scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click on the picture so you can see it closer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SRpZx3QEDfI/AAAAAAAABEI/EejypSRUlp0/s1600-h/flowers+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267621427343003122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SRpZx3QEDfI/AAAAAAAABEI/EejypSRUlp0/s320/flowers+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I went back the next day to complain and can you believe the stupid lady tried convincing her boss that I came in with my toes already like that.  Oh please lady nice try.  I did get my money back after I told him I was going to turn her into State Board and since I am licenced myself I know how easy it is.  They started speaking in their language gave  me my money and I swear my big toe has never been the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay I tag:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lynsey, Jenni, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lawana&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Amber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get busy girls, just go to your picture files, go to the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; folder and 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; picture and post it.  Its that easy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/5028887938200933641-2815728825343699737?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/2815728825343699737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=2815728825343699737' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/2815728825343699737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/2815728825343699737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-tagged.html' title='I was tagged'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SRpZx3QEDfI/AAAAAAAABEI/EejypSRUlp0/s72-c/flowers+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-460868659558166842</id><published>2008-11-08T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T10:52:04.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary Honey!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is our 6th anniversary to some that might not be long but I cant believe we have been married for 6 years already.  I am not going to say that our life is perfect because that would be a lie but I will say that everything we have been through has been worth it.  Stewart is a great husband and father.  I am blessed that he has put up with me for 6 years I better shape up or I wont get another 6 years out of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some fun facts about us since we have been married:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have had 6 cars in 6 years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have bought 3 houses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We remodeled house 2 when we couldn't get into house 3 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(which is now a blessing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have tried to be put owners 4 times, 2 dogs, fish, and a bunny.  May you all rest in peace:) We are not animal people!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have two handsome boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have been on the Disney Cruise &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(which I highly recommend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have been through 5 jobs because of the Economy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am now married to a Student&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Overall our marriage has been what I expected tears, fun, kids, and lots of Laughs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Wedding Announcement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SRXcCC0LqXI/AAAAAAAABD0/inrSMissVh0/s1600-h/11-08-~1+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266357266953251186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SRXcCC0LqXI/AAAAAAAABD0/inrSMissVh0/s320/11-08-~1+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Engagement pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SRXcB0DvG-I/AAAAAAAABDs/FRJ7VJCrQf8/s1600-h/11-08-2008+12%3B30%3B05PM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266357262991956962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SRXcB0DvG-I/AAAAAAAABDs/FRJ7VJCrQf8/s320/11-08-2008+12%3B30%3B05PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SRXcBGREQvI/AAAAAAAABDk/MDYeKHkJJQY/s1600-h/11-08-2008+12%3B31%3B34PM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266357250699838194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SRXcBGREQvI/AAAAAAAABDk/MDYeKHkJJQY/s320/11-08-2008+12%3B31%3B34PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stewart and the Brides Maids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SRXcA048pMI/AAAAAAAABDc/EATCnHTmqsE/s1600-h/11-08-2008+12%3B27%3B46PM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266357246035272898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SRXcA048pMI/AAAAAAAABDc/EATCnHTmqsE/s320/11-08-2008+12%3B27%3B46PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Wedding Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SRXcAsf7fdI/AAAAAAAABDU/3aBNlwrZdGM/s1600-h/11-08-2008+12%3B26%3B40PM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266357243782856146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SRXcAsf7fdI/AAAAAAAABDU/3aBNlwrZdGM/s320/11-08-2008+12%3B26%3B40PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stewart thanks for still loving me in spite of my love handles and extra rolls.  You are a great husband and I am excited to see what the future holds for us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love you Babe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-460868659558166842?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/460868659558166842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=460868659558166842' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/460868659558166842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/460868659558166842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-anniversary-honey.html' title='Happy Anniversary Honey!!'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SRXcCC0LqXI/AAAAAAAABD0/inrSMissVh0/s72-c/11-08-~1+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-3493835007077470232</id><published>2008-11-05T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:41:29.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new President</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to post this for journal purposes because I thought it was so cleaver of Owen to come up with this.  When he found out that Obama had won and that he was the new President his response was:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"No he cant be the President he is so &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;bad &lt;/span&gt;he even has a BOMB in his name", So there you have it folks President OBOMBA is running our country we are in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Aren't kids so dang funny, but so true at the same time, they say what us adults are thinking&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/5028887938200933641-3493835007077470232?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/3493835007077470232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=3493835007077470232' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/3493835007077470232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/3493835007077470232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-new-president.html' title='Our new President'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-5576071725425790527</id><published>2008-11-02T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:10:02.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; This Year for Halloween Owen wanted/insisted on being a "Knight in Shinning Armor" and Ethan was a Skunk there is a little heart on him bum that said "Little Stinker" we thought it fit him perfectly. I was able to go help in Owens class on Friday for their Halloween party it was fun to see him and his friends all dressed up.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264183611787102002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SQ4jGqUAxzI/AAAAAAAABCc/hI1fIyKjwLQ/s320/halpartties+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264180606284198706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SQ4gXt8R8zI/AAAAAAAABBk/T7HPyvS5Mh0/s320/halpartties+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SQ4gp70_0XI/AAAAAAAABCU/aCPhVXgRtas/s1600-h/hal+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264180919249391986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SQ4gp70_0XI/AAAAAAAABCU/aCPhVXgRtas/s320/hal+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Knight found his Princesses, this is Autumn she sits next to him in class and come to find out she even lives in the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264180616990877122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SQ4gYV085cI/AAAAAAAABB0/Y-T7PTXCGTA/s320/halpartties+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264180613211193394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SQ4gYHvzgDI/AAAAAAAABBs/JG3tU3jaOM8/s320/halpartties+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A couple weeks ago Deb and I decided to put together a Halloween Block party. it turned out to be so fun. We had a great turn out. We estimated about 200+ people showed up. It was so fun to get to know our neighbors better and let the kids run wild. We had the city block of the street in front of my house and we put 2 bouncers up in the park, we had a cotton candy machine, Hot dogs and Chili, tons and tons of yummy deserts. I didn't get many pictures but here's a couple. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SQ4gZMXiFlI/AAAAAAAABCE/WvX8K2FZmYs/s1600-h/halpartties+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264180631631435346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SQ4gZMXiFlI/AAAAAAAABCE/WvX8K2FZmYs/s320/halpartties+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the block party we took the kids Trick or Treating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; My little stinker is getting so BIG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SQ4gYgb6FpI/AAAAAAAABB8/i3faFPbIwXY/s1600-h/halpartties+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264180619838625426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SQ4gYgb6FpI/AAAAAAAABB8/i3faFPbIwXY/s320/halpartties+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264183611484756002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SQ4jGpL7WCI/AAAAAAAABCk/ikwpVJKdvys/s320/halpartties+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We had a great time.  We have really great neighbors and have made some lasting friendships.  Thank you to everyone who donated for this party we couldn't have done it with out you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-5576071725425790527?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/5576071725425790527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=5576071725425790527' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/5576071725425790527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/5576071725425790527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SQ4jGqUAxzI/AAAAAAAABCc/hI1fIyKjwLQ/s72-c/halpartties+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-5676082226463101150</id><published>2008-10-29T13:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T15:17:28.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Search for....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SQjNp8oCzwI/AAAAAAAABBI/JtIffWC24fw/s1600-h/03-27-~4+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262682285114838786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SQjNp8oCzwI/AAAAAAAABBI/JtIffWC24fw/s320/03-27-~4+(5).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have lost my sweet, innocent 4 year old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know what happened to him don't get me wrong what is in his place I love just as much in fact I think a little more. About 6 months ago Owen kept asking us for a bigger bike, one without training wheels, if you remember I did a post on it awhile back. What I didn't tell you in that post is what happened while in the store, it went something like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Owen running around the bike section starring down each one to find the perfect bike when Stewart announced that he found what he thought was the perfect bike. I on the other hand that it was a little big for him. Stewart kept saying that it would be perfect he would be able to ride it for a long time and that it has plenty of room to grow into. It was a 22 inch folks. I think he thought we were there to by a bike for him to ride when he was 10yrs. not one for him to ride now!! To put it into perspective the one that he was riding before was a 12 inch. I finally talked him down to a 20 inch which I still thought was a little big but decided to give in cause it wasn't worth the fight. Well we brought that bike home, Stewart took off the train wheels and Owen rode it maybe twice. He couldn't even touch the ground when he was on his seat, he was scared to get on it because every time he did he would fall off so that stupid bike has had a permanent spot in the garage for about 6 months. Owen has been riding the 12 inch with training wheels ever since. I think he started feeling the pressure from his friends and the other night asked Stewart to take the training wheels off. He took off like a pro. Sunday night we went on a bike ride as a family and Owens poor little legs were goes as fast as possible but it was like he wasn't moving. By the end of the ride he was saying " I need a bigger Bike" which he did he looked like a clown on that tiny bike. So Monday after noon we took him back to the store and got him a 16 inch which is perfect for him. Stewart wouldn't even let it leave the store with the training wheels on it. He went and got a wrench in the tool section and took them off right then can we say W.T. Anyways Owen is enjoying having riding around on a bike that actually fits him, and Honey I wont say I told you so!! At least not today :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262702738063559154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SQjgQdzBCfI/AAAAAAAABBc/7cJAurvG_Ao/s320/1020080830.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So you ask why I am in search for my sweet, innocent, fearful 4 year old? Well that's because he some how got replaced by a 5 year old Kindergarten who cruises around the neighborhood on 2 wheels &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(as Owen would say) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262693064871720450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SQjXdaWXNgI/AAAAAAAABBQ/jO_ahiRrvPg/s320/bike+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; jumping curbs, rocks, shoes and what every else gets in his way yelling &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Yeah Baby"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sweeeeettt&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;   He is worried about what he wears and sometimes even wants &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pokie&lt;/span&gt; hair &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;translation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;spiky&lt;/span&gt; gel hair)&lt;/span&gt; I love that he is getting more confident and brave. Its amazing what a little peer pressure can do , and at least its good pressure right. We can thank Rhett for that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Owen I love the little personality that you have you keep us laughing everyday. I love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-5676082226463101150?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/5676082226463101150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=5676082226463101150' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/5676082226463101150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/5676082226463101150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-search-for.html' title='In Search for....'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SQjNp8oCzwI/AAAAAAAABBI/JtIffWC24fw/s72-c/03-27-~4+(5).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-1787638881052945586</id><published>2008-10-26T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T14:56:54.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to the Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stewart's Biology teacher offered them extra credit if they went to the Zoo so we took her up on the offer and took the kids this weekend.  We brought Owen's other half Rhett with us because now days these two don't think they can do anything without each other.  They had a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Owen and Rhett were our tour guides here they are mapping out the day&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SQTl1ogf_yI/AAAAAAAABBA/mOXfrFt7bI8/s1600-h/hal+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261582974245142306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SQTl1ogf_yI/AAAAAAAABBA/mOXfrFt7bI8/s320/hal+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ethan wanted to climb on anything he could find the higher the better for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SQTl1LfHnhI/AAAAAAAABA4/Zkf0r7dAJnQ/s1600-h/hal+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261582966454722066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SQTl1LfHnhI/AAAAAAAABA4/Zkf0r7dAJnQ/s320/hal+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These Crazy little MONKEYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SQTlgH316dI/AAAAAAAABAw/126DJNLcQ0g/s1600-h/hal+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261582604707424722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SQTlgH316dI/AAAAAAAABAw/126DJNLcQ0g/s320/hal+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here they are in front of the Turtles if you look close they were eating a pumpkin for lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SQTlf6wMZ0I/AAAAAAAABAo/FomI_95JJTo/s1600-h/hal+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261582601185683266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SQTlf6wMZ0I/AAAAAAAABAo/FomI_95JJTo/s320/hal+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the true Monkey Boy how I love this kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SQTlfathenI/AAAAAAAABAg/0D3P-J401Zg/s1600-h/hal+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261582592584546930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SQTlfathenI/AAAAAAAABAg/0D3P-J401Zg/s320/hal+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See boys can be sweet some of the time.  This is how there were basically the whole time Owen and Rhett holding hands and Ethan running to keep up with the big boys &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; if we tried to put him in his stroller he would throw a fit he wanted to be like them.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SQTleYnw6pI/AAAAAAAABAQ/mZDaXi5oxm4/s1600-h/hal+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261582574843652754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SQTleYnw6pI/AAAAAAAABAQ/mZDaXi5oxm4/s320/hal+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weather was perfect the company was great and extra credit was earned.  What more could you ask for. &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/5028887938200933641-1787638881052945586?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/1787638881052945586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=1787638881052945586' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/1787638881052945586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/1787638881052945586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/10/trip-to-zoo.html' title='A trip to the Zoo'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SQTl1ogf_yI/AAAAAAAABBA/mOXfrFt7bI8/s72-c/hal+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-4981756823170181049</id><published>2008-10-18T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:50:51.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Primary Activity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a Primary Activity today it was a "Talent Show" I am Owens teacher over the  CTR 5 &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BOYS&lt;/span&gt;.  I say boys because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have a single girl in my class just crazy, hyper, fun boys,  today the other CTR 5 teacher was out of town so I took her kids as well. We had 12 crazy kids running around in Animal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hoodie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; towels and shower caps singing and dancing to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Splish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Splash I was taken a Bath" &lt;/span&gt;they looked so cute, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; like that people were laughing "At them" I tried to explain that they weren't laughing at them the were Laughing with them because they thought it was cute. Those little 5 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; didn't really understand that. Anyways, I have to admit I was a little worried that the kids were going to freeze and not do anything when it was their turn and it was going to turn into a "What teacher can make a fool out of themselves first " show but I told my class that I wasn't going to stand up there and sing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Splish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Splash by myself. They all did a great job. I was really proud of them.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPq1CU1rQnI/AAAAAAAAA_w/zFs5IrfeEfA/s1600-h/primary+activity+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258714566466683506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPq1CU1rQnI/AAAAAAAAA_w/zFs5IrfeEfA/s320/primary+activity+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here they are all geared and ready to take a "bath"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPq1CspN3ZI/AAAAAAAAA_4/r2ZNvopuGcM/s1600-h/primary+activity+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258714572856876434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPq1CspN3ZI/AAAAAAAAA_4/r2ZNvopuGcM/s320/primary+activity+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPq1DTl2cnI/AAAAAAAABAA/qrOAcXp7BBM/s1600-h/primary+activity+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258714583311741554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPq1DTl2cnI/AAAAAAAABAA/qrOAcXp7BBM/s320/primary+activity+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They were so proud of their Gold Medals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPq1DaT3ptI/AAAAAAAABAI/jSIePnDyqaA/s1600-h/primary+activity+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258714585115371218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPq1DaT3ptI/AAAAAAAABAI/jSIePnDyqaA/s320/primary+activity+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What it would be like to be a kid again to act silly, dance crazy, and not care what anyone thinks.&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/5028887938200933641-4981756823170181049?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/4981756823170181049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=4981756823170181049' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/4981756823170181049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/4981756823170181049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/10/primary-activity.html' title='Primary Activity'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPq1CU1rQnI/AAAAAAAAA_w/zFs5IrfeEfA/s72-c/primary+activity+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-3767846046394397899</id><published>2008-10-17T13:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T13:36:40.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch with Owen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ethan and I didn't have much going on this morning so I decided to surprise Owen with Burger King for lunch. Ethan was so excited to see Owen and when Owen spotted Ethan running towards him his whole face was smiling he gave him a big huge and cleared a spot for him at the lunch table right next to him, they both enjoyed there lunch and Ethan thought he was one of the big kids, he would laugh when they did even if he had no idea what they were laughing about. It was so cute. When lunch was over I was afraid Ethan would freak out when I told him we were leaving and Owen wasn't, but he didn't he jumped down gave Owen a hug and headed for the door. It was so fun. I love seeing my boys enjoying each other and getting along. Owen loved showing off his brother to all of his friends and Ethan liked the attention he was getting from all the little girls, they kept saying "Oh he is so Cute" Owen was probably jealous his little brother was getting the ladies :) I volunteer every Fridays in Owen's class as well which I really enjoy doing it is so fun to see him interact with his friends and he loves having his Mom there or at least he pretends like he does either way I don't care I love to do it.  Heres a picure of the boys at the lunch table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPj0pf8eBWI/AAAAAAAAA_o/ZCgknqMQTjk/s1600-h/1017081045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258221558741992802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPj0pf8eBWI/AAAAAAAAA_o/ZCgknqMQTjk/s320/1017081045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5028887938200933641-3767846046394397899?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/3767846046394397899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=3767846046394397899' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/3767846046394397899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/3767846046394397899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/10/lunch-with-owen.html' title='Lunch with Owen'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPj0pf8eBWI/AAAAAAAAA_o/ZCgknqMQTjk/s72-c/1017081045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-2349759334791500392</id><published>2008-10-13T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:44:08.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our much need get away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went for the weekend to my parents cabin in Heber. The weather was wonderful. It was in the 50's-60's the whole time. We spent lots of time outside bundled up in pants and sweat shirts. When we first got to the cabin Owen had to run around looking for this bear. For some reason he has to have that thing with him at all times he even has to sleep with the bear. I am not sure what it is about it but man he loves that thing.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPPNby-L0qI/AAAAAAAAA_g/IO-5QMwo8zM/s1600-h/cabinoct+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256771067494257314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPPNby-L0qI/AAAAAAAAA_g/IO-5QMwo8zM/s320/cabinoct+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went on the quads the first night we were there and that was pretty much it since is was so cold and windy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256768558437428274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPPLJwAa7DI/AAAAAAAAA9I/1Le8UL2RySI/s320/cabinoct+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256768566658068146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPPLKOoX7rI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/TKa7ukwc5AA/s320/cabinoct+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The boys found their (girl) cousins sunglasses and thought they were so funny wearing them&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256770274949853346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPPMtqg38KI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/ac0Hx5qVa-E/s320/cabinoct+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256770272676005730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPPMtiCvx2I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fiFJ9Yngsow/s320/cabinoct+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Owen did a little craft for his Grandma and Grandpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPPMKDhqh7I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/jh6CRutIchQ/s1600-h/cabinoct+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256769663188764594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPPMKDhqh7I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/jh6CRutIchQ/s320/cabinoct+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was so excited to hang one on the kitchen and one in the office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPPMKYnI2PI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/lDFU46b6TF8/s1600-h/cabinoct+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256769668848867570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPPMKYnI2PI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/lDFU46b6TF8/s320/cabinoct+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday night we met up with Shawn, Charie and the kids up in Snowflake. They were there visiting her dad so we went to the Temple and to get Ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPPMKiaKTbI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Twk4SwBwodE/s1600-h/cabinoct+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256769671478791602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPPMKiaKTbI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Twk4SwBwodE/s320/cabinoct+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256769672248228594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPPMKlRm-vI/AAAAAAAAA-g/mPSeBprwztk/s320/cabinoct+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It was so dang cold the wind was blowing really hard the kids were having a hard time sitting still long enough for a picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPPMK-sxsRI/AAAAAAAAA-w/tY2ynbQ4SnM/s1600-h/cabinoct+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256769679073063186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPPMK-sxsRI/AAAAAAAAA-w/tY2ynbQ4SnM/s320/cabinoct+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen, Preston, Sydney, Ethan&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256770255853088610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPPMsjX2b2I/AAAAAAAAA-4/UTor_1gtb7o/s320/cabinoct+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256770266249896354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPPMtKGpIaI/AAAAAAAAA_A/klrhTR0jf5U/s320/cabinoct+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Owen and Preston&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256770264756320786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPPMtEii-hI/AAAAAAAAA_I/uifYNqrDcI0/s320/cabinoct+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our Hike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPPL0SIgmOI/AAAAAAAAA9o/7L_Ee7PIYgA/s1600-h/cabinoct+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256769289152665826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPPL0SIgmOI/AAAAAAAAA9o/7L_Ee7PIYgA/s320/cabinoct+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ethan was mad at the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPPL0UoH_SI/AAAAAAAAA9w/jWhIBz5rR3E/s1600-h/cabinoct+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256769289822141730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPPL0UoH_SI/AAAAAAAAA9w/jWhIBz5rR3E/s320/cabinoct+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We found a pond the kids could have stayed there all day throwing rocks in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPPL0gQ80zI/AAAAAAAAA94/y-x2-wjvXm8/s1600-h/cabinoct+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256769292946166578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPPL0gQ80zI/AAAAAAAAA94/y-x2-wjvXm8/s320/cabinoct+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The perfect rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPPL04NjmxI/AAAAAAAAA-A/-CHBV4h6Pc0/s1600-h/cabinoct+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256769299374381842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPPL04NjmxI/AAAAAAAAA-A/-CHBV4h6Pc0/s320/cabinoct+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPPL028hJtI/AAAAAAAAA-I/5twtqVKv0iA/s1600-h/cabinoct+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256769299034482386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPPL028hJtI/AAAAAAAAA-I/5twtqVKv0iA/s320/cabinoct+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPPLKUhioGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/cFOSD-E2WjI/s1600-h/cabinoct+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256768568240021602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPPLKUhioGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/cFOSD-E2WjI/s320/cabinoct+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPPLKW-2wBI/AAAAAAAAA9g/bxpkLwjEPlY/s1600-h/cabinoct+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256768568899846162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPPLKW-2wBI/AAAAAAAAA9g/bxpkLwjEPlY/s320/cabinoct+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a really great time. Lots of fun memories with the boys. Thanks Mom and Dad for letting us use the Cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-2349759334791500392?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/2349759334791500392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=2349759334791500392' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/2349759334791500392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/2349759334791500392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-much-need-get-away.html' title='Our much need get away'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SPPNby-L0qI/AAAAAAAAA_g/IO-5QMwo8zM/s72-c/cabinoct+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-7927763975746513725</id><published>2008-10-07T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:05:28.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I hoped would NEVER come</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma Adams&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SOw1BohF2DI/AAAAAAAAA9A/FKLKe4Qrq7g/s1600-h/10-07-2008+11%3B18%3B43PM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254633167406880818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SOw1BohF2DI/AAAAAAAAA9A/FKLKe4Qrq7g/s320/10-07-2008+11%3B18%3B43PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been so blessed to be able to have all 4 of my grandparents be such a big part of my life for so many years, well that all changed in a matter of minutes. Last Friday night I found out that my Grandpa Adams had a massive heart attach. They weren't sure what the outcome was going to be. The hospital promised they wouldn't take him off life support until his family got there. So last Saturday me and my sisters, brother, and Mom drove to Ogden Utah and my Dad took a flight to get to there as soon as possible. We drove until about 4am and was too tired to go on so we stayed in a hotel in Beaver and took a 4 hour nap and continued on the next morning. We some how turned a 12 hour drive into 24 hours I am not sure what took us so long but we were glad to finally be there. We didn't know what we would see and what condition my grandpa would be in. I am going to keep a lot of details private out of respect to my Family. I will tell you that the time I spent with my Grandpa was priceless. It was the quite moments holding his hand, kissing his cheeks, and praying he would make it out of this will be forever imprinted in my mind. Grandpa was unable to speak but he responded in so many other ways, he would squeeze our hands, he would look into our eyes, he would try to reach for us and he even cussed a little, what joy it brought us all. Grandpa was with us. The doctors told us he was breathing on his own, his heart was beating on his own but that his brain and body weren't functioning together. The doctors were unsure of his condition and said it could take weeks. On Tuesday we decided to drive home. Friday &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Oct. 3) &lt;/span&gt;morning Grandpa passed away. I believe Grandpa waited to pass on until his family could see him and say our goodbyes.  I am grateful for the time I spent with him just days previous ,  I had closure with grandpa and knew that he was going to in a better place, but still the news was so devastating. The thought of not being able to see him, or talk to him in this life is so sad. I loved my grandpa, he was such a great man. He was a great Grandpa. I have many fond memories of him that I will cherish for always. I am grateful that I have the gospel in my life and that I know I will be able to see him and hug him again. What a great reunion that will be. I flew back up to Utah on Sunday night for the funeral. It was beautiful. My Grandma did a wonderful job of planning it. Lucky for her my Grandpa had it all done for her, the program, the Obituary, and the speakers which made it easy for grandma. Here are some pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandpa's Program, if you look close the Pallbearers are his Grand kids 7 girls and 1 boy. Oh my poor brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SOwn0W4B16I/AAAAAAAAA8o/YQKJq8_2S6A/s1600-h/10-07-2008+09%3B58%3B58pm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254618645681788834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SOwn0W4B16I/AAAAAAAAA8o/YQKJq8_2S6A/s320/10-07-2008+09%3B58%3B58pm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His Obituary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SOwn0xrKAKI/AAAAAAAAA8w/K69EAX4LwFc/s1600-h/10-07-2008+10%3B03%3B03PM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254618652875554978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SOwn0xrKAKI/AAAAAAAAA8w/K69EAX4LwFc/s320/10-07-2008+10%3B03%3B03PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SOwn1f41UDI/AAAAAAAAA84/PC-dEMukFXM/s1600-h/IMG_4001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254618665280950322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SOwn1f41UDI/AAAAAAAAA84/PC-dEMukFXM/s320/IMG_4001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my family, Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (minus 4 son in laws and 9 grand kids our great husbands were at home taking care of them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SOwnJjN_3_I/AAAAAAAAA8A/EIvuvy0Nzzk/s1600-h/IMG_4020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254617910260785138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SOwnJjN_3_I/AAAAAAAAA8A/EIvuvy0Nzzk/s320/IMG_4020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gaylynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and her family with Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SOwnJ3_dkwI/AAAAAAAAA8I/gYBVZjLcztM/s1600-h/IMG_4026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254617915836961538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SOwnJ3_dkwI/AAAAAAAAA8I/gYBVZjLcztM/s320/IMG_4026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yeap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we did it, we kicked off our shoes, slipped down the wet grass and placed him in his resting place. I am sure he was looking down watching us he probable laughed a little but most of all I think we made him proud!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SOwnKBFCAFI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/EGi3QFjDRs8/s1600-h/IMG_3979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254617918276239442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SOwnKBFCAFI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/EGi3QFjDRs8/s320/IMG_3979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I first hear that we were the Pallbearer's I was so nervous, but what an honor it turned out to be. The Bishop conducting said that over the past 4o years he has never seen woman Pallbearers but how special it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SOwnKKgsAlI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/cUOQJWHAXJg/s1600-h/IMG_3973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254617920808157778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SOwnKKgsAlI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/cUOQJWHAXJg/s320/IMG_3973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;L to R, Front to Back&lt;/span&gt; Lucy, Lynsey, Angie, Me, Stacy, Sophie, Grace, Jason and the funeral directors on the front and back to make sure we didn't drop Grandpa&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SOwnKb2fAcI/AAAAAAAAA8g/Ioz3MQl3G-I/s1600-h/IMG_3977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254617925462983106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SOwnKb2fAcI/AAAAAAAAA8g/Ioz3MQl3G-I/s320/IMG_3977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jason, Me, Lynsey, Stacy, Angie&lt;br /&gt;My Sisters and Brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SOwlqfhIFjI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/dJBWzp9Mknk/s1600-h/IMG_4058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254616277179700786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SOwlqfhIFjI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/dJBWzp9Mknk/s320/IMG_4058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole clan. Grandma with her kids, &amp;amp; grand kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SOwlq9fcpdI/AAAAAAAAA7g/UZjpDiuPS4c/s1600-h/IMG_4051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254616285225723346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SOwlq9fcpdI/AAAAAAAAA7g/UZjpDiuPS4c/s320/IMG_4051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Dad and Aunt kissing Grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has to be my favorite picture&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SOwlrNSbtcI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zxRGNXLcCMY/s1600-h/IMG_4036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254616289466103234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SOwlrNSbtcI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zxRGNXLcCMY/s320/IMG_4036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gaylynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Grandma, Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SOwlreD2VVI/AAAAAAAAA7w/NoZNVTpVOKU/s1600-h/IMG_4033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254616293968336210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SOwlreD2VVI/AAAAAAAAA7w/NoZNVTpVOKU/s320/IMG_4033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The family with Grandpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SOwlrrijUBI/AAAAAAAAA74/_nPRc___A4E/s1600-h/IMG_4022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254616297586774034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SOwlrrijUBI/AAAAAAAAA74/_nPRc___A4E/s320/IMG_4022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a beautiful funeral it turned out to be. My Dad and Aunt did such a great job speaking, I know grandpa was looking down with a smile proud of each and everyone of us. It was so great to see my Aunt and her family they live in Texas so it had been 8 years since we had seen them it was at my grandparents 5o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary party. It was so fun to spend time with them. My Grandma is an amazing woman what an example she was to all of us. She is the rock in this family. Experiencing death has made me evaluate my own life and relationships. Life is so precious and can be taken from us with out a single warning. I am so grateful for all the people who helped Stewart with my kids, for the phone calls and text messages, they might have seemed small to you but meant the world to me. Stewart has received the Husband of the month award he has been amazing. He has helped me through this and has put up with and taken care of his crazy wife . I love you Honey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Grandpa, and miss you deeply. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for all the memories I have of you not only has a child but as an adult. You are a wonderful grandpa and great grandpa to my boys. I look forward to the day I will see you again with your arms stretched open ready for a hug. Until then I hope I see you in my dreams!! &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/5028887938200933641-7927763975746513725?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/7927763975746513725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=7927763975746513725' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/7927763975746513725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/7927763975746513725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-i-hoped-would-never-come.html' title='The day I hoped would NEVER come'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SOw1BohF2DI/AAAAAAAAA9A/FKLKe4Qrq7g/s72-c/10-07-2008+11%3B18%3B43PM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-8903920680175495112</id><published>2008-09-26T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:01:08.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My boys with many faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight I went Halloween Costume shopping with My 3 boys, Yes you heard me right I had 3 kids tonight and the worst one of all was the Biggest. Next year I will be going alone. Here are some pictures of my oh so exciting night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SN2ctR7D43I/AAAAAAAAA7A/ogOj5oDR8rc/s1600-h/0926081726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250525042303034226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SN2ctR7D43I/AAAAAAAAA7A/ogOj5oDR8rc/s320/0926081726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250525042116894146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SN2ctROrncI/AAAAAAAAA7I/m6MAz6EMH54/s320/0926081854.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250526154278579730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SN2duAWsLhI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/343jc3vO0Tw/s320/0926081721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SN2bQ_saVkI/AAAAAAAAA6w/GmrFZHWZWe8/s1600-h/0926081729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250523456861787714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SN2bQ_saVkI/AAAAAAAAA6w/GmrFZHWZWe8/s320/0926081729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SN2bRAELEZI/AAAAAAAAA64/2uvsckU9cUI/s1600-h/0926081718a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250523456961450386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SN2bRAELEZI/AAAAAAAAA64/2uvsckU9cUI/s320/0926081718a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SN2a524BYvI/AAAAAAAAA6g/p7HrbKTjfjs/s1600-h/0926081850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250523059357573874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SN2a524BYvI/AAAAAAAAA6g/p7HrbKTjfjs/s320/0926081850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SN2av0Kb6SI/AAAAAAAAA6I/XE7XjNvm4Mg/s1600-h/0926081852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250522886830811426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SN2av0Kb6SI/AAAAAAAAA6I/XE7XjNvm4Mg/s320/0926081852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SN2awOlqPxI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/iglP8Wxt79g/s1600-h/0926081847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250522893924318994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SN2awOlqPxI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/iglP8Wxt79g/s320/0926081847.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SN2awOmZZNI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/SJz_MJ_CLK8/s1600-h/0926081852.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SN2aig7ju0I/AAAAAAAAA6A/_k7l1gx0Xzc/s1600-h/0926081721.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As you can see we had such it was an adventure. You should have seen the looks we were getting from people. One lady couldn't help it and she busted up laughing when Stewart had on the Bee suit. She said "That is the biggest Bee I have ever seen" Stewart thought it was so funny. Every time he put something new on he would tell me to take his picture. Its something about Halloween that brings the kid out in everyone.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SN2aig7ju0I/AAAAAAAAA6A/_k7l1gx0Xzc/s1600-h/0926081721.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-8903920680175495112?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/8903920680175495112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=8903920680175495112' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/8903920680175495112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/8903920680175495112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-boys-with-many-faces.html' title='My boys with many faces'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SN2ctR7D43I/AAAAAAAAA7A/ogOj5oDR8rc/s72-c/0926081726.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-6031882143400269033</id><published>2008-09-25T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:58:59.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's nothing quite like Old Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So this is what happens when 5 Provo buddies move on with life and get married:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNxR4WAoNyI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/f12sawZd6ow/s1600-h/friends+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250161294029895458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNxR4WAoNyI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/f12sawZd6ow/s320/friends+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yes all these Kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Top to Bottom left to right: Alex, Abby, Chelsea, Owen, Luke, J.J, Raygen, Brooklyn, Ashley, &amp;amp; Ethan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Savannah Brians daughter left before the picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some friends from college came into town this weekend for a wedding so we had a little Provo reunion. These guys were such great friends of mine in Provo. We have all since gotten married and had kids. We have all had fun times, sad times, and struggles throughout the years but some how when you get us all together it is just like the old ol days listening to Matts same stupid jokes and still laughing, no worries in the world and we thought life was hard back then. All of our spouses mesh so well together and the kids play good and it really is a great time. We missed Brian he was the only one not there tonight he had to work but we got to see is wife and daughter which was just as good. Here are some pictures from the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ethan, J.J&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Joel&amp;amp; Bryns),&lt;/span&gt; Ashley&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Matt &amp;amp; Melissa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNxR4nU3g0I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/iAdCPbomUxY/s1600-h/friends+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250161298678186818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNxR4nU3g0I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/iAdCPbomUxY/s320/friends+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing Frisbee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNxR4oV8_6I/AAAAAAAAA5g/lDTgTT2ah4M/s1600-h/friends+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250161298951176098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNxR4oV8_6I/AAAAAAAAA5g/lDTgTT2ah4M/s320/friends+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brooklyn &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Matt &amp;amp; Melissa I used to babysit her when she was a new born where did the  time go) &lt;/span&gt;swinging Ethan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNxR46E5zmI/AAAAAAAAA5o/XOApTllW27k/s1600-h/friends+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250161303711501922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNxR46E5zmI/AAAAAAAAA5o/XOApTllW27k/s320/friends+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Raygen&lt;/span&gt;(Tyler's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNxR46h5rdI/AAAAAAAAA5w/O3kng8CcY2o/s1600-h/friends+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250161303833128402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNxR46h5rdI/AAAAAAAAA5w/O3kng8CcY2o/s320/friends+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alex &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Matt &amp;amp; Melissa)&lt;/span&gt; pushing Owen&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250169095809143202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNxY-d5wEaI/AAAAAAAAA54/phXxJic-pYA/s320/friends+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks Joel and Bryn for coming into town and planning the get together we had a great time it was so fun seeing everyone and for everyone else who lives within minutes of each other we need to do this more often.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-6031882143400269033?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/6031882143400269033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=6031882143400269033' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/6031882143400269033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/6031882143400269033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/09/theres-nothing-quite-like-old-friends.html' title='There&apos;s nothing quite like Old Friends'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNxR4WAoNyI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/f12sawZd6ow/s72-c/friends+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-3670842652635311784</id><published>2008-09-21T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:31:40.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sista Sista</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is my sisters and my best friends birthday crazy how they both have the same special day, well that is because they are the same people. Lynsey is truly one of my very best friends. I am so grateful for her in my life. There are so many thing I love about her but I will narrow it down to just a few&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* She once thought that a cars muffler was gun shots and dove for safety&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* She would throw up every morning before school in hopes my mom would think she was sick and let her stay home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* She is a great Mom she loves her little man so much &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* She is such a good example to me, she gets so excited to read "The Book of Mormon Made Easier" every night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* My day isn't complete with out talking to her, I talk to her about dozen times a day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* She is also a hair dresser and works very hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* She may have brown roots but she is a blondie at heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*She always makes me laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* I still remember the day my mom cut her bangs really short they looked like a little sausage roll on her for head, she didn't want to hurt my moms feelings so she pretended to like them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* She is the next "Mother Theresa" she cares about everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* She once fell into a mans shopping bag and her jelly shoes went airborne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*She used to strip down the mannequins at the mall until they were naked, my mom couldn't take her anywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*She wont take a bath unless the tub is a brand new and never been used once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* When my little brother started kindergarten she was in the 5th grade and she didn't want him to stand in line by himself so she would skip lunch to stand in line with him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* She would push the fire alarm in the elevators&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*She is a germ freak she carries hand sanitizer at all times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* The only meat she will eat is chicken but she once hate a hot dog from Costco when she was pregnant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* She is a good Auntie to my boys they love her and her family so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*She is a loyal friend and sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lynsey you are a great person. I love spending time with you. I hope you have a great birthday. I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNbiOAjX7dI/AAAAAAAAA5E/mYZJQf_3aQk/s1600-h/IMG_2045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248631146041306578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNbiOAjX7dI/AAAAAAAAA5E/mYZJQf_3aQk/s320/IMG_2045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNbiCL5bB0I/AAAAAAAAA4k/9H8AGbovYsI/s1600-h/09-21-2008+07%3B04%3B15PM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248630942928144194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNbiCL5bB0I/AAAAAAAAA4k/9H8AGbovYsI/s320/09-21-2008+07%3B04%3B15PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNbiCZ-neAI/AAAAAAAAA4s/t7cKDCJd20k/s1600-h/09-21-2008+07%3B03%3B09PM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248630946708027394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNbiCZ-neAI/AAAAAAAAA4s/t7cKDCJd20k/s320/09-21-2008+07%3B03%3B09PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watch out folks she might seem nice and sweet on the outside but she can also be your worst nightmare so don't mess with her and her family and she wont cause bodily harm :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNbiCVKIxqI/AAAAAAAAA40/0BlVdsNTjEs/s1600-h/IMG_1524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248630945414170274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNbiCVKIxqI/AAAAAAAAA40/0BlVdsNTjEs/s320/IMG_1524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-3670842652635311784?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/3670842652635311784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=3670842652635311784' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/3670842652635311784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/3670842652635311784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-sista-sista.html' title='Happy Birthday Sista Sista'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNbiOAjX7dI/AAAAAAAAA5E/mYZJQf_3aQk/s72-c/IMG_2045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-6369167198426812433</id><published>2008-09-20T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T21:20:15.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan's Birthday Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNXKrXeETNI/AAAAAAAAA4M/odhSwJz43Ek/s1600-h/esbirthday2+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248323787153493202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNXKrXeETNI/AAAAAAAAA4M/odhSwJz43Ek/s320/esbirthday2+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took Ethan to Fuddruckers for Dinner tonight for his Birthday. The Martin Family joined us in celebrating Ethan's birthday. They played lots of games and then came back to our house for cake and Ice Cream. Here is Ethan on his new scooter&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNXHgq3airI/AAAAAAAAA3c/yNpd__jjvi0/s1600-h/esbirthday+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248320304846637746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNXHgq3airI/AAAAAAAAA3c/yNpd__jjvi0/s320/esbirthday+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought a Monkey cake would be most appropriate for my "Monkey Boy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNXHg2vp0UI/AAAAAAAAA3k/o8KWGbIS5DY/s1600-h/esbirthday+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248320308035309890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNXHg2vp0UI/AAAAAAAAA3k/o8KWGbIS5DY/s320/esbirthday+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248323785262637202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNXKrQbQIJI/AAAAAAAAA4E/fmCL-j4-xBs/s320/esbirthday2+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248324361088988434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNXLMxi89RI/AAAAAAAAA4U/oewD0RhZrns/s320/esbirthday2+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Owen, Ethan, Sydney and Preston all geared up and ready for the party!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNXHjostXZI/AAAAAAAAA30/t0BgTRdmdxI/s1600-h/esbirthday2+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248320364177726642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNXHkH5DHLI/AAAAAAAAA38/3mpbSfg8JU4/s320/esbirthday2+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Happy Birthday Ethan we love you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-6369167198426812433?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/6369167198426812433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=6369167198426812433' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/6369167198426812433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/6369167198426812433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/09/ethans-birthday-part-2.html' title='Ethan&apos;s Birthday Part 2'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNXKrXeETNI/AAAAAAAAA4M/odhSwJz43Ek/s72-c/esbirthday2+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-1299962135372499364</id><published>2008-09-20T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:44:16.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SWOmdXR5O1I/AAAAAAAABgQ/Kpnl_byQjN8/s1600-h/01-06-~1+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288253410858580818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SWOmdXR5O1I/AAAAAAAABgQ/Kpnl_byQjN8/s320/01-06-~1+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My Baby is 2!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I found out we were pregnant with Ethan I couldn't have been more excited. We had been trying for almost a year, 2 of my sisters were pregnant, one of my best friends was pregnant and it seemed like every women within child birth age was pregnant, why not ME!! What I didn't know at the time was the Lord was preparing me for my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; child. Ethan brought on a whole new meaning to LOUD when he was born. He never really cried he would just yell, grunt and grumble all day long. As he has gotten older it as also gotten louder. Ethan is a very independent child a free spirit if you will. He knows what he wants and he wont stop until he gets it and he wants NO help. Although Ethan has left me in tears plenty of nights I cant wait for him to wake up in the morning to see his bright smile and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eagerness&lt;/span&gt; to start another day. I cant imagine my life with out him. All the things that make me pull my hair out are all the reasons I love him so much. He makes me laugh everyday. It is funny to see him be in control with almost every situation with Owen. He man handles him like you wouldn't believe and has his whole life. I don't know if its because Owen is so sweet or if he is really afraid of him, which ever one it is Ethan usually wins. Although Ethan is crazy active he can also be my little snuggle bug. I am grateful everyday for Ethan and feel very blessed to be his mom. He is such a sweetie and I love him so much. Here are some pictures of him throughout the last 2 years:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNSCagl7NUI/AAAAAAAAA18/AS3JKfo3dv8/s1600-h/owenethan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247962857730684226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNSCagl7NUI/AAAAAAAAA18/AS3JKfo3dv8/s320/owenethan1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He has loved to swing since he was a baby and still does thankfully we live across from the park&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247967173226791826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNSGVtEYA5I/AAAAAAAAA28/JMYAFxfN7aI/s320/park+032+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247964097265362306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNSDiqOBZYI/AAAAAAAAA2s/90ygq5YyZwo/s320/shooping+cart+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247976416061654946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNSOvtT7h6I/AAAAAAAAA3M/rovUuuZNAhU/s320/fieldtrip+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can we say CHEESE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247976415509264962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNSOvrQOukI/AAAAAAAAA3U/j5s1JVnHqsQ/s320/smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247962864913950322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNSCa7WjJnI/AAAAAAAAA2M/IKXp_x2DNng/s320/ethan" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is what happens when he has to feed himself spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNSCbRtXaBI/AAAAAAAAA2U/9O_22Xt9sG8/s1600-h/duckpark+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247962870915229714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNSCbRtXaBI/AAAAAAAAA2U/9O_22Xt9sG8/s320/duckpark+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This always made us laugh. He would do leg lifts in his high chair it was seriously the funniest thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNSApVJe21I/AAAAAAAAA1M/35oddIlegGk/s1600-h/desk+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247960913333377874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNSApVJe21I/AAAAAAAAA1M/35oddIlegGk/s320/desk+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We got Ethan this walker when he was about 6 months and Holy crap that kid was a maniac. He didn't care what was in his way he would plow right over it, baseboards, toys, shoes, TOES!! We were all so afraid of him when he was in it. We call it the "Toe Torturer" Owen wouldn't dare get off the couch it he was in it. He loved it and would run around the house all day fully content &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNSAqYcIgVI/AAAAAAAAA1k/EfPhK-Hz7cc/s1600-h/mel+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247960931396780370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNSAqYcIgVI/AAAAAAAAA1k/EfPhK-Hz7cc/s320/mel+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He loves to wrestle and ruff house as long as he is on top and in control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNSAqOrp5XI/AAAAAAAAA1c/wtvW3LPIFCc/s1600-h/1+118+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247960928777528690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNSAqOrp5XI/AAAAAAAAA1c/wtvW3LPIFCc/s320/1+118+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247962862818291634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNSCazi577I/AAAAAAAAA2E/1IOGG2tjYQk/s320/dinomuseum+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This picture says it all. Ethan is such a fun, happy little boy. He is active as all get out but I wouldn't trade him in for the world. He has made me a stronger better person. I am grateful for the time we get to spend together just the two of us it is priceless time. I cant imagine my days with out him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNSAptUqyII/AAAAAAAAA1U/PBEkTt6yykI/s1600-h/kids+035+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247964098783603554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SNSDiv3_62I/AAAAAAAAA20/cWozK22Tr1E/s320/makutasisland+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so glad that I have a front row seat in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; of life and learning. He makes us proud and we all love him very much.&lt;br /&gt;So I have to ask, if the terrible 2's started when he was born when do they end?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Happy Birthday Ethan I love you more then you know&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/5028887938200933641-1299962135372499364?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/1299962135372499364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=1299962135372499364' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/1299962135372499364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/1299962135372499364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-baby-is-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SWOmdXR5O1I/AAAAAAAABgQ/Kpnl_byQjN8/s72-c/01-06-~1+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-9066832523326098496</id><published>2008-09-11T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T20:43:35.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan's Eye Surgery's</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;As Many of you know Ethan was born with some small simple eye problems. Being that I am using my blog as a journal I felt it to be appropriate to post on his eye surgery's. It was 1 year ago today that he had the Surgery. For those of you who don't know what happened I will give a quick recap. Ethan was born with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dermoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(over growth of tissue) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;on his right cornea and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dermoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on his left brow bone. I noticed this on his eye about 1 minute after he was born. It took me probably the next 6 months trying to find a doctor that would see what I saw. I finally found one that saw it and diagnosed it as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dermoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He was a pediatric eye specialist not a cornea specialist. Since the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dermoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was on his cornea I had to go to a cornea specialist. He referred me to a couple, one of which scared the heck out of me. He told me he wouldn't remove it because he would then have a whole in the place of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dermoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and said that he didn't feel comfortable working with babies. So why he even agreed to see him I'll never know. I clearly never went back there again. I really wanted to get it removed and felt that is was important that is was removed as well. Thankfully the next specialist I saw said that it needed to be removed or it would case a lazy eye, vision problems, eye development issues and more. I was so glad he was willing to do the surgery ,thankfully at this point Ethan  was almost 1 years old, due to the fact that he was going to have to do anesthesia they wouldn't have done it until then. Since there was 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dermoids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and 2 doctors, there was 2 surgery's and 2 different hospitals with 2 copays. Oh lucky me the joys of being a parent right. The cornea surgery was done on September 4, 2007 at St Joseph Hospital. The doctor was amazing he did however have to tell us the cons of the surgery, one being that he may not be able to remove it all depending on how deep it was,  and the other that he may not have a full circled cornea. Both were scary possibilities but the risk was better then all the other alternatives. To remove it he went in and basically sanded and shaved it off his cornea, it took about 45 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I was a nervous wreck. When I saw the Doctor come into the waiting area he had a smile on his face so I instantly knew that the out come was good. He said that he thinks he not only satisfied Mom but Grandma too. They took us back to were Ethan was and when he looked at me I couldn't believe it, it was totally gone, like it was never there before. His eye was a little red that was it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The second surgery was on September 11, 2007 one week later at Primary Children's hospital. The doctor did incision on his brow bone to remove the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dermoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He said the the growth of tissue was a bout an inch long which is big on a little kid. That surgery took about 20 minutes but man when he was done he looked like he had been in a toddler boxing match and lost miserably. He had stitches, and big black, swollen eye. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Both Surgery's successful!!! No holes in his cornea, no lazy eyes and they said his vision is perfect. Below are some before and After pictures. I can't believe what a difference it made.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's Ethan before the Surgery in his cute little gown  playing in the hospital bed happy as ever little did he know he was just about to be tortured.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMx6SbZ-A_I/AAAAAAAAA1A/RBAecSK30tI/s1600-h/ethan+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245702122992698354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMx6SbZ-A_I/AAAAAAAAA1A/RBAecSK30tI/s320/ethan+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMx5yzT9E-I/AAAAAAAAA0w/3KPs1SG9XkU/s1600-h/2+047+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245701579654108130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMx5yzT9E-I/AAAAAAAAA0w/3KPs1SG9XkU/s320/2+047+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Before:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if you enlarge the picture you can see it better, its the white spot on his right eye and the puffy spot on the side of his left brow bone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMx4hA2QyFI/AAAAAAAAA0A/flvaWPQbVLo/s1600-h/kids2+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245700174538393682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMx4hA2QyFI/AAAAAAAAA0A/flvaWPQbVLo/s320/kids2+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMx4hVC260I/AAAAAAAAA0I/s2imPUPj0DM/s1600-h/ethan+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245700179959933762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMx4hVC260I/AAAAAAAAA0I/s2imPUPj0DM/s320/ethan+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMx3YV0WByI/AAAAAAAAAzo/iKgiiUsuUlU/s1600-h/IMG_1712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245698926037042978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMx3YV0WByI/AAAAAAAAAzo/iKgiiUsuUlU/s320/IMG_1712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMx3YZcRGWI/AAAAAAAAAzw/-fQQfAvhI6o/s1600-h/ethan3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245698927009798498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMx3YZcRGWI/AAAAAAAAAzw/-fQQfAvhI6o/s320/ethan3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMx3Yk2WdGI/AAAAAAAAAz4/sKrXnP8q1iU/s1600-h/ethan4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245698930071991394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMx3Yk2WdGI/AAAAAAAAAz4/sKrXnP8q1iU/s320/ethan4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is after the second surgery. His poor little eye was black &amp;amp; blue for about a month. I wouldn't take him anywhere and if I did I would get the worst looks from people. My poor little boy had stitched, and a black eye NO I didn't beat him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMx4hgZoa5I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/goZezsLdWhY/s1600-h/ethan+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245700183008242578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMx4hgZoa5I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/goZezsLdWhY/s320/ethan+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Is that not the saddest thing ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMx4hfY4hbI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ymthu0QQTwE/s1600-h/ethan+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245700182736668082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMx4hfY4hbI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ymthu0QQTwE/s320/ethan+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;After:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMx5zYmQJfI/AAAAAAAAA04/kuJJwzRfAqE/s1600-h/kiddos+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245701589662967282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMx5zYmQJfI/AAAAAAAAA04/kuJJwzRfAqE/s320/kiddos+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMx4hfY4hbI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ymthu0QQTwE/s1600-h/ethan+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can you believe it its like it was never there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMx5yr6tXgI/AAAAAAAAA0o/DF4Fx0KTgZM/s1600-h/oe+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245701577669172738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMx5yr6tXgI/AAAAAAAAA0o/DF4Fx0KTgZM/s320/oe+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am so glad that we took the chance and did the surgery's his eyes look so good and we haven't had any problems. When I look at him now and look back at pictures I cant believe I had to do that much convincing to get someone to remove them, they were so &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;obvious&lt;/span&gt;!! Moms do know &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;. Oh well its over with and he is more Handsome than ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If anyone every need a pediatric eye or cornea specialist please let me know, Both the Doctors did a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt; job!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-9066832523326098496?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/9066832523326098496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=9066832523326098496' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/9066832523326098496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/9066832523326098496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/09/ethans-eye-surgery.html' title='Ethan&apos;s Eye Surgery&apos;s'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMx6SbZ-A_I/AAAAAAAAA1A/RBAecSK30tI/s72-c/ethan+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-1967924311201568005</id><published>2008-09-09T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T13:04:14.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Owen's Birthday Continues</title><content type='html'>On Monday Owen's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;actual&lt;/span&gt; birthday I took him Burger King for lunch at school and Dinosaur cupcakes to share with his class. We picked him up from school and took the kids to Makuta's Island. My sister was taking her daughter Ashlee for her birthday too so we decided to make it a family affair. No one was there but us, maybe everyone saw all us &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; people and decided to come another night, do you blame them. The kids had more then enough room to run and play and to be honest the adults did too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's the birthday kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Owen &amp;amp; Ashlee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMbOXw_RahI/AAAAAAAAAzA/xE7jEN9lHGQ/s1600-h/makutasisland+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244105723802118674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMbOXw_RahI/AAAAAAAAAzA/xE7jEN9lHGQ/s320/makutasisland+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are large and we are in charge the Whole Fam Damily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(minus Jason who is Utah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Owen, me, Jim, Austin, Stewart, Ethan, Kayden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Brian, Ashlee, Stacy, Lynsey, Kylee, Angie, Adam, Gma, Katie, Alyssa, &amp;amp; Gpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMbOYBBiv1I/AAAAAAAAAzI/BIJLvCEkie4/s1600-h/makutasisland+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244105728106610514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMbOYBBiv1I/AAAAAAAAAzI/BIJLvCEkie4/s320/makutasisland+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you say "Cheese"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMbN__UTUrI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/LxZrAvHbspY/s1600-h/makutasisland+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244105315331560114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMbN__UTUrI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/LxZrAvHbspY/s320/makutasisland+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan loved coming down the slides until we put him down the one that goes faster then light by himself he was scared to death when he got to the bottom and kept crying "No slide" the rest of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMbOAGsOnuI/AAAAAAAAAyY/xdU80bHBaMc/s1600-h/makutasisland+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244105317310963426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMbOAGsOnuI/AAAAAAAAAyY/xdU80bHBaMc/s320/makutasisland+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Owen was so on the move the whole night I couldn't get him to stand still long enough to take a picture so here he is on the move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244105322436674514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMbOAZySw9I/AAAAAAAAAyg/5_E3_dxbAJc/s320/makutasisland+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen, Ashlee, and Alyssa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMbOAueQ0VI/AAAAAAAAAyo/aVz9oPwsGMI/s1600-h/makutasisland+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244105327989805394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMbOAueQ0VI/AAAAAAAAAyo/aVz9oPwsGMI/s320/makutasisland+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Owen swinging across the bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMbOA40TMlI/AAAAAAAAAyw/mOMhoK530uA/s1600-h/makutasisland+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244105330766590546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMbOA40TMlI/AAAAAAAAAyw/mOMhoK530uA/s320/makutasisland+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Even Grandma got in on the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;action.&lt;/span&gt; She climbed through the big tube up to the high slide that goes faster then light. I will save her some serious &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt; and I wont post the picture of her flying out of the tube slide and landing flat on her back, I will however save it for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blackmail&lt;/span&gt; :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMbOXr3ew1I/AAAAAAAAAy4/lbzrefk0iBI/s1600-h/makutasisland+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244105722427261778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMbOXr3ew1I/AAAAAAAAAy4/lbzrefk0iBI/s320/makutasisland+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Daddy is such a good sport!! Anything to make his boys &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; we went to dinner with Stacy and her family afterwards and Stewart some how ended up with all the kids at his table.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMbTCSiORXI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/w4OVhtFMRu8/s1600-h/makutasisland+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244110852408100210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMbTCSiORXI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/w4OVhtFMRu8/s320/makutasisland+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMbTjAp4RVI/AAAAAAAAAzY/p-rkVZjzxbI/s1600-h/0908081841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244111414544057682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMbTjAp4RVI/AAAAAAAAAzY/p-rkVZjzxbI/s320/0908081841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMbVXDKGXeI/AAAAAAAAAzg/ayfLjlJPWmM/s1600-h/makutasisland+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244113408080895458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMbVXDKGXeI/AAAAAAAAAzg/ayfLjlJPWmM/s320/makutasisland+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jim Braving the big purple tube with Austin what a good Dad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We had a great time, my back hurts from being in the crouched over position climbing through tiny openings going down crazy spinning slides, climbing rope ladders barefoot, but the kids had a great time and slept great. As you can see Owen had a really good birthday now we have to explain to him that his Birthday doesn't last 3 days every year. Thanks everyone for some great memories!!&lt;/p&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/5028887938200933641-1967924311201568005?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/1967924311201568005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=1967924311201568005' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/1967924311201568005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/1967924311201568005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/09/owen-birthday-continues.html' title='Owen&apos;s Birthday Continues'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMbOXw_RahI/AAAAAAAAAzA/xE7jEN9lHGQ/s72-c/makutasisland+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-2295098146593200908</id><published>2008-09-08T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T08:23:44.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Owen's 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can remember September 8, 2003 like it was yesterday. On that day I was&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt; blessed&lt;/span&gt; to be able to join the best club out there the club I had prayed to be apart of since I was a child, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"The Moms&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Club".,&lt;/span&gt; because of Owen I was officially a Mom. I had &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dreamed&lt;/span&gt; of that day my whole life. I still remember the day I found out I was pregnant. We had only been married 1 month, I was standing in the kitchen waiting for Stewart to come home trying to figure out how I was going to tell my &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; husband of 1 month that I was 1 month &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah we clearly didn't waste anytime. When I told Stewart he beamed with &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt;. The next 9 months was pure torture I was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;newly&lt;/span&gt; married, trying to figure out how to be a wife&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (which I am still working on)&lt;/span&gt;working at a salon, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sicker&lt;/span&gt; then a dog pregnant, But I was so excited. I remember the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; and wondering when he was going to come,what he was going to look like, the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fear&lt;/span&gt; of not knowing how to raise him in this crazy world. Wondering if I was even &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;adequate&lt;/span&gt; to care for such a special little being. Well he gave me some extra time to think about it, maybe he was wondering all the same things, almost 2 weeks late I was finally induced. While driving to the hospital my Mom said to Me "Are you sure you want to do this?" Thanks Mom, like I really had a choice at that point and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt; the anticipation, excitement and fear was killing me I wanted to finally meet this sweet little boy. Owen was born 10 months to the day of our Wedding day. When the doctor handed him to me I was a little &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;confused &lt;/span&gt;has to why I didn't get a "users manual" I mean &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt; you get one when you buy a car, a TV, a washing machine why not get one for the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; important purchase you will ever make, Your &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;1st child&lt;/span&gt; or your guinea pig I should say. Owen was an angel from the 1st day he was born. I remember thinking "Is it even possible to love something so small so much?" But I did. I couldn't believe this little guy was &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;to keep&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;no return policey available&lt;/span&gt;. He&lt;/span&gt; slept so good at times probably to good. He let his momma get plenty of rest. He was never a curious child you know like my 2nd child. He never made messes, he never got into things he was just all around a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;easy kid&lt;/span&gt;. He tricked me into think all babies were &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;easy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and I am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;glad he did and so is Ethan).&lt;/span&gt; For the past 5 years Owen has been my little sidekick he is truly been such a blessing in our lives. He has brought such a &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;sweet &lt;/span&gt;spirit into our home. He is a good kid and he makes his Mom and Dad &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;proud&lt;/span&gt;. He lights up the room with his sweet smile. Owen has such a tender heart he cares about everyone. Sometime Owen amazes us with his comprehension and knowledge of things, I truly &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;believe &lt;/span&gt;this is the year he is going to out smart his Mom. He loves school and never gets bored with reading and learning. He loves Dinosaurs and his stuffed animals he sleeps with probably 20 a night. No joke we have told him if he gets much more we are going to have to get him a bigger bed. He is a good brother, he puts up with all of Ethan's crazy stunts. He is so patient with him. Here are a few pictures of Owen throughout the last 5 years:&lt;br /&gt;Meeting my sweet baby for the 1 st time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMSRPj35nZI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Mh3KTKEXvUg/s1600-h/09-07-2008+09%3B36%3B59PM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243475562679868818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMSRPj35nZI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Mh3KTKEXvUg/s320/09-07-2008+09%3B36%3B59PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;What a proud Dad &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(does he even look old enough to have a child?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243492910338337186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMShBU7-6aI/AAAAAAAAAxc/TfunEcmup00/s320/09-07-2008+09%3B38%3B09PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Blessing Day &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243497181885786626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMSk59sQagI/AAAAAAAAAx0/SnKla3xUqJ8/s320/09-07-2008+09%3B39%3B49PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243497177503313106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMSk5tXZLNI/AAAAAAAAAxs/LULGeNssdg8/s320/09-07-2008+09%3B40%3B22PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243491330984035890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMSflZYkxjI/AAAAAAAAAxE/C11pbCTZuAg/s320/09-07-2008+10%3B38%3B36PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Owen with Mickey Mouse on the Disney Cruise 2005&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243478227355202658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMSTqqkAdGI/AAAAAAAAAvs/ukSATPkmN_s/s320/disney+064+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt; Owen holding Baby Ethan 2006&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243493326754596722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMShZkNWx3I/AAAAAAAAAxk/tx6RdtrSeng/s320/owenethan2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Polar Express 2006&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243486692308436962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMSbXY-IR-I/AAAAAAAAAwE/U43jQdbsorQ/s320/disney2+661.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 2006&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243488709064005762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMSdMx-IGII/AAAAAAAAAws/SWVYvWoM35A/s320/IMG_2306_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Owen's 4th Birthday 2007&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243486700437248658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMSbX3QMGpI/AAAAAAAAAwM/7HeJbwuFnps/s320/owens+birthday+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Owen's 5 2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243670531020319282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMVCkNimajI/AAAAAAAAAyE/2UoHAq5uqrM/s320/beanbags+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243492232261489346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMSgZ253UsI/AAAAAAAAAxU/E-GN0Md1Hps/s320/owen5+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243670522703486690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMVCjujtnuI/AAAAAAAAAx8/yEBY8xMXwfU/s320/beanbags+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I cant imagine my life with out Owen. I pray everyday and night that I will have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Many Many&lt;/span&gt; more memories of him in my life. I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; him so much and I hope he knows how loved he is by so many friends and family. Owen thank you for loving me the way you do, I hope you have a Happy Birthday Son, I love you to the Moon and back!! Love, Mom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-2295098146593200908?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/2295098146593200908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=2295098146593200908' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/2295098146593200908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/2295098146593200908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/09/owens-5.html' title='Owen&apos;s 5'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMSRPj35nZI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Mh3KTKEXvUg/s72-c/09-07-2008+09%3B36%3B59PM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-2840590419422794972</id><published>2008-09-06T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T13:40:30.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today we had Owen's Birthday Party. He had such a good time. We borrowed my sister's water slide, invited some friends from church, ordered pizza and had cake. The kids had a blast. Everyone got along so good, no fighting, no crying just lots of laughs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Skylar, Davis, Owen, Rhett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243139740193321138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMNf0Hn08LI/AAAAAAAAAtU/NUECkzqFJ4k/s320/owen5+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Owen wanted a Dinosaur Cake so I made one for him &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(no Dad its not a frog RUDE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMNgN_4UFHI/AAAAAAAAAt8/xKnUzwekkqw/s1600-h/owen5+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243140184791585906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMNgN_4UFHI/AAAAAAAAAt8/xKnUzwekkqw/s320/owen5+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys eating their pizza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Owen, Skylar, Austin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kollin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Preston (was missing for the pic), Rhett, Davis, and Ethan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMNgOOHnVNI/AAAAAAAAAuE/0B_8U6WFjps/s1600-h/owen5+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243140188613858514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMNgOOHnVNI/AAAAAAAAAuE/0B_8U6WFjps/s320/owen5+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243139751048563986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMNf0wD6zRI/AAAAAAAAAtk/s6aG7v3E5Kg/s320/owen5+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Just before the Dino lost his leg and his mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kollin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Lexie, Skylar, Austin, Preston, Rhett, Davis &amp;amp; Owen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243139758121082594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMNf1KaI3uI/AAAAAAAAAt0/hU7UZkseoLI/s320/owen5+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMNf0aEkmrI/AAAAAAAAAtc/iXqb08WFt0s/s1600-h/owen5+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243139745145723570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMNf0aEkmrI/AAAAAAAAAtc/iXqb08WFt0s/s320/owen5+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lexie, Preston, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kollin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Owen, Rhett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMNf03YfANI/AAAAAAAAAts/2CiojFNoCUA/s1600-h/owen5+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243139753013870802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMNf03YfANI/AAAAAAAAAts/2CiojFNoCUA/s320/owen5+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen had so much fun playing and acting crazy with his buddies. I am here to tell you everyone of them is pure &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BOY&lt;/span&gt;, they were bouncing, rolling, jumping, flying&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (every way but the normal way)&lt;/span&gt; down that slide. Stewart and I were laughing so hard at all the funny ways they came up with. Thanks to all of his friends for coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After Owens party here at the house we went to my Mom and Dads to celebrate the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Birthdays, Ashlee 4yrs, Owen 5 yrs, Ethan 2 yrs and Lynsey the big &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMNepObPOmI/AAAAAAAAAtE/jhDz6N3XjFQ/s1600-h/owen5+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243138453529377378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMNepObPOmI/AAAAAAAAAtE/jhDz6N3XjFQ/s320/owen5+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gosh you would have thought it was Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMNepF11CEI/AAAAAAAAAtM/3HTAIk8Wk3A/s1600-h/owen5+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243138451224987714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMNepF11CEI/AAAAAAAAAtM/3HTAIk8Wk3A/s320/owen5+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have you say Stacy you took the cake on this one. Owen is &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;OBSESSED&lt;/span&gt; with this Dinosaur. He is currently sleeping on Owen's dresser for the night.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243138445652979890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMNeoxFW8LI/AAAAAAAAAs8/obJzKyt5xUk/s320/owen5+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Do you think Ethan enjoyed his Green cupcake?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243381660225672850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMQ71t-MlpI/AAAAAAAAAuk/_-zysBpwnHI/s320/ethan2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Alyssa and Ethan arent they cute&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243138439191656050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMNeoZA29nI/AAAAAAAAAss/olYlfLCX3LQ/s320/owen5+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Owen and Ethan got new Bean Bags from the Pottery Barn, they are so dang cute. Here's Ethan on his. Owens is the same one only Green.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243138444107067890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMNeorUyMfI/AAAAAAAAAs0/9uWFZru_jA0/s320/owen5+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Happy Birthday Ashlee, your cute little &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;smile &lt;/span&gt;just lights up the room. I hope you had a good Birthday party too. I love you LOTS!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243144279507770754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMNj8V4unYI/AAAAAAAAAuM/C6OsiFJ3NiU/s320/owen5+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ethan on Ashlee's Princess bike doesn't he look cute&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243144283416169010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMNj8kckCjI/AAAAAAAAAuU/rc3oiFiqcVs/s320/owen5+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lynsey on the other had I was going to write all this nice stuff about her but she so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;conveniently&lt;/span&gt; had to erase all the pictures I had taken of her and Jim on my camera so I guess this one will just had to do: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243148750802037890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMNoAmwWrII/AAAAAAAAAuc/FHrjRZRxiew/s320/lyns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Isn't&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;. So I am guessing she wont pull that stunt again. No, that is not Jim but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that is Lynsey kissing our now dead dog Rusty. Happy birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sista&lt;/span&gt; I love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see it was a crazy but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;very fun&lt;/span&gt; day. We all had a great time. Thanks Mom, Dad, Aunts, Uncles and Cousins, you all &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;over did it&lt;/span&gt;. My kids love there new gifts we appreciate all you do for our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Birthday Ashlee, Owen, Ethan and Lynsey we love you&lt;/span&gt; &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/5028887938200933641-2840590419422794972?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/2840590419422794972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=2840590419422794972' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/2840590419422794972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/2840590419422794972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/09/busy-day.html' title='Busy Day!!'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SMNf0Hn08LI/AAAAAAAAAtU/NUECkzqFJ4k/s72-c/owen5+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-7992958199828446344</id><published>2008-09-01T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T15:54:45.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Bekki</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SLw_mkJObNI/AAAAAAAAAsk/VzOHwwduEn8/s1600-h/Vacation_08_062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241133998122364114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SLw_mkJObNI/AAAAAAAAAsk/VzOHwwduEn8/s320/Vacation_08_062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Today is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bekkis&lt;/span&gt; Big Day. There are so many thing I love about this girl but I will narrow it down to a few:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* She is&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; Loyal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* She is&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; honest&lt;/span&gt;, she will tell it how it is wither you like it or not&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* She is a great Friday night &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* She is my Phone friend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* She is a great Mom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* She is &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt;, whenever we are together we are always laughing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*She is my SONIC run&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* She is the&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; funnest&lt;/span&gt; person to go to the movies with, her laugh is &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;louder &lt;/span&gt;then mine so she is the one that gets the dirty looks not me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* She is anything &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; boring, she has a wild streak in her which never allows a dull or boring moment to occur.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* Her day doesn't start until she has had her Diet Coke&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* She is a great &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;AVON &lt;/span&gt;sells rep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* She is the only person I know that can stand back and watch her house on fire and not shed a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt; tear or even act upset. "It is what it is" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Bekki is one of those people you can &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;laugh &lt;/span&gt;with, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;cry&lt;/span&gt; with, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;depend&lt;/span&gt; on, and know that she is always there no matter day or night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am so glad I know Bekki as well as I do . She has been a great friend to me. On her birthday  I hope she knows how great she is. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thanks &lt;/span&gt;for all you have done for me. Your awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Birthday!!! I love ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-7992958199828446344?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/7992958199828446344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=7992958199828446344' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/7992958199828446344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/7992958199828446344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-bekki.html' title='Happy Birthday Bekki'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SLw_mkJObNI/AAAAAAAAAsk/VzOHwwduEn8/s72-c/Vacation_08_062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-8523428868263390166</id><published>2008-08-29T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T21:18:02.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Webb's are on FIRE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, The Webb's home got struck by &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;lightening&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night I went over to Bekki's to give her a gift that obviously couldn't wait until Monday and boy howdy am I glad I did. We were sitting out in my car talking trying to find the right time for her to get out and run when all off a sudden there was a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;loud&lt;/span&gt; noise &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(apparently the same loud noise that made Debbie scream, Stewart jump, and many other people scared) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a big bolt of light and roof tiles falling on my car. We looked out the window and there was sparks of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fire&lt;/span&gt; falling from the roof it was then that we screamed "Holy @#!* the house it on &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FIRE&lt;/span&gt;" we took off running for the house and about got ran over by Russ coming outside to make sure the neighbors house wasn't on fire we quickly told him it was his and Bekki and Russ took off for the kids while I sat on hold with &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;911&lt;/span&gt;, what the heck&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lady I will not hold the house is on fire!! The poor kids were confused as ever but were so good. Russ came running down the stairs with Race in one arm and holding Sailor by her hand carrying her down the stairs. She had the cutest little look on her face "Like what is my CRAZY Dad doing ripping me out of bed and carrying me sideways by one hand down the stairs" she did however have her "Baby" tucked carefully under her other arm. I was carrying her through the rain over to Brig and Kathleen's and in her oh so cute Sailor voice she informed me that I needed to run a little &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;faster&lt;/span&gt; because it was raining and her Baby was getting wet. It was so funny she wasn't even effected by all the commotion she just wanted her baby to be safe. Lucky for Bekki her Brother lives across the street so we took the kids there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It totally didn't seem real. I mean I know it happens but not to someone &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;know and not right in front of me. I am so glad we were outside and saw it all happen. The fire was stopped quickly so it didn't spread through the house. However there was a leak in the fire hose so there is a lot of water damage throughout the house. I was helping Bekki clean up what we could so the kids could go to sleep and Riggs was asking why the firemen cut such big holes in the ceiling, poor kid just couldn't figure it out. The kids were so good and calm as well. I am so glad no one got hurt and it couldn't have happened to 2 &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; people. I was really impressed by how &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;calm &lt;/span&gt;they were. Russ acted like he had &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; with burning houses :) they both acted so quick and calm. Every time I see lightening or hear thunder I will think of this night. Never a dull moment at the Webb's!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some pictures that Brig took:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SLi6O0Gt0RI/AAAAAAAAAsU/rJv0aE_wHaI/s1600-h/Fire__1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240142930113319186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SLi6O0Gt0RI/AAAAAAAAAsU/rJv0aE_wHaI/s320/Fire__1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are Bekki's New Friends her &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FIRE BOYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SLi6OwEkGVI/AAAAAAAAAsc/2Jn_1RdsSOI/s1600-h/Fire__5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240142929030551890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SLi6OwEkGVI/AAAAAAAAAsc/2Jn_1RdsSOI/s320/Fire__5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been playing the "What ifs" over and over in my head and they are truly blessed this is all that happened. It could have been so much worse, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;no one got hurt&lt;/span&gt;, there house is &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;still standing&lt;/span&gt; and they got to practice their &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Family Fire Drill"&lt;/span&gt; in action. So many ward members and neighbors were there for support or just to be &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;nosey&lt;/span&gt; whatever the reason there are a lot of people that love the Webb's and that was proven last night. I am glad you are all ok. I love ya!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-8523428868263390166?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/8523428868263390166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=8523428868263390166' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/8523428868263390166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/8523428868263390166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/08/webbs-are-on-fire.html' title='The Webb&apos;s are on FIRE!!!!'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SLi6O0Gt0RI/AAAAAAAAAsU/rJv0aE_wHaI/s72-c/Fire__1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-496012306223774207</id><published>2008-08-27T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T12:55:58.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Heidi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is one of my long time friend Heidi's Birthday. Heidi was one of my roommates up in Provo. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lived&lt;/span&gt; together for about 3 years &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I think) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when I think of memories from college she is always in them. Provo was the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; time of my life. I made great friends there, some I still talk to and some I don't. Heidi is one of those friends who you could go months not talking too and then when you do its like you talk everyday. I have some pretty funny stories and memories of Heidi some of which I will share and some I am sure she would kill me it I did. Heidi now lives in California she is married to a great guy who I also knew from school, she has 1 daughter and a baby on the way. I haven't seen Heidi for about 8 years but speak to her periodically throughout the years. These pictures of her is how I remember her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239399641164602754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SLYWNs_s3YI/AAAAAAAAAr0/-1oLKBjuNko/s320/08f75b~1+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;We had the best group of friends we were always on the go and doing the funnest stuff&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239399637738755426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SLYWNgO6lWI/AAAAAAAAArs/oIORTjSmFLk/s320/0835b4~1+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;These were my roommates for the majority of the time I was in school &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Aaren, Rachel, Britney, Tracy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sharmin&lt;/span&gt;, Me, Heidi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239399210591051122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SLYV0o-93XI/AAAAAAAAArM/g_DwWYRYJZU/s320/08-27-~1+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rachel, me, Megan, Heidi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SLYV0q0FsaI/AAAAAAAAArc/6RMaxRKSwGA/s1600-h/08f365~1+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239399211082297762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SLYV0q0FsaI/AAAAAAAAArc/6RMaxRKSwGA/s320/08f365~1+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cade&lt;/span&gt;, me, Julie, Heidi, Megan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239402105926079570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SLYYdK8oVFI/AAAAAAAAAsM/szRjhaJZQJw/s320/08-27-~3+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;This Picture is me, Heidi, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sharmin&lt;/span&gt; at Lake Powell. My parents had a boat and would meet us half way at lake Powell for the weekend. It was always a blast&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239402106078916962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SLYYdLhEcWI/AAAAAAAAAsE/4gzx5a25PMk/s320/08-27-2008+10%3B15%3B13PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I know Heidi is probably dieing that I posted this picture but it totally cracks me up. This was conference weekend all of the roommates decided to bring our mattresses out in the family room and sleep out there and then watch conference together, well you get 6 girls together late at night and this is what happens dancing and singing in your bikinis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SLYV0wSRcQI/AAAAAAAAArk/9DQNDXOksb8/s1600-h/08f1eb~1+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239399212551074050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SLYV0wSRcQI/AAAAAAAAArk/9DQNDXOksb8/s320/08f1eb~1+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heidi and I became really great friends. She was always the person I knew that I could count on when I needed something. She was the one person who was always there for me. I do have one memory of her I have to share because it still makes me laugh to this day. Heidi would always get bad dreams so most night she would end up with me in my room in a twin bed &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(thank heavens she is so skinny.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; This one morning she came running in my room at about 5:00 am freaking out yelling I sat up in my bed and reached for my glasses since cant I see anything with out them and when I looked at her she was covered in white stuff all over her face, through her yelling I finally figured out what had happened. This guy she had gone out with broke into our apartment went into her room and smashed a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;pie&lt;/span&gt; in her face while she was sleeping. I about died laughing. I mean a pie in the face now that is romantic :). This guy is actually really nice and is still one of her and her husbands best friends but it really was the funniest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239399638822939922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SLYWNkRZ7RI/AAAAAAAAAr8/XQvelaIR3u4/s320/IMG_2413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is Heidi now. She has a &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;beautiful &lt;/span&gt;family. Shes married to a great guy and has a darling little girl. I am so glad I was able to get to know her and stay in touch with her over the years. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Birthday. I love ya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-496012306223774207?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/496012306223774207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=496012306223774207' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/496012306223774207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/496012306223774207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-heidi.html' title='Happy Birthday Heidi'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SLYWNs_s3YI/AAAAAAAAAr0/-1oLKBjuNko/s72-c/08f75b~1+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-6830524296886141472</id><published>2008-08-18T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T15:01:28.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinosaur Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We took the kids to the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dinosaur Museum&lt;/span&gt; this weekend down in Mesa. The kids were in heaven. Ethan had plenty of room to run and be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Crazy&lt;/span&gt; which he is really good at and Owen is &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;fascinated&lt;/span&gt; with Dinosaurs so they enjoyed every second we were there. Owen has always had such an interest in them.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235972911980226162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SKnpn0AmJnI/AAAAAAAAApA/bJ5YteN7eyI/s320/dinomuseum+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SKnqoLEfqmI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/GIDR3B8A-Sk/s1600-h/dinomuseum+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen says that when he grows up he want s to be a Knight in Shining Armor so he had to get a pic next to his future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SKnqoryrTUI/AAAAAAAAAqY/gLp3w8zHndI/s1600-h/dinomuseum+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235974026465856834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SKnqoryrTUI/AAAAAAAAAqY/gLp3w8zHndI/s320/dinomuseum+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;T Rex is his favorite Dinosaur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SKnqo5jlHHI/AAAAAAAAAqg/GSJZTe8xiCo/s1600-h/dinomuseum+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235974030160632946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SKnqo5jlHHI/AAAAAAAAAqg/GSJZTe8xiCo/s320/dinomuseum+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235979752818671570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SKnv2AHk_9I/AAAAAAAAAqw/ArpkmoHPwtU/s320/dinomuseum+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SKnqP-_uUAI/AAAAAAAAApo/vQpUikM9el0/s1600-h/dinomuseum+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235973602124124162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SKnqP-_uUAI/AAAAAAAAApo/vQpUikM9el0/s320/dinomuseum+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here he is next to "Elvis" the alligator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SKnqQAkIQgI/AAAAAAAAApw/dHZp8MucbCg/s1600-h/dinomuseum+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235973602545254914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SKnqQAkIQgI/AAAAAAAAApw/dHZp8MucbCg/s320/dinomuseum+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SKnqQaFUPNI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Bqp7Ut49Au8/s1600-h/dinomuseum+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235973609395338450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SKnqQaFUPNI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Bqp7Ut49Au8/s320/dinomuseum+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235973631723102914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SKnqRtQq4sI/AAAAAAAAAqI/rv9-uhGQgBI/s320/dinomuseum+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235973620092404098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SKnqRB7sgYI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MCmb_WXsChk/s320/dinomuseum+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt; When we first got there Stewart was for some reason &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;tapping&lt;/span&gt; on the tusks of this dinosaur and got yelled at by a worker it was pretty funny but seriously honey you are at a museum full of really &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt; things it probably a good idea not to touch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SKnpoZQ-6pI/AAAAAAAAApI/LbGLIXK7DPo/s1600-h/dinomuseum+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235972921981069970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SKnpoZQ-6pI/AAAAAAAAApI/LbGLIXK7DPo/s320/dinomuseum+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen comparing his foot size to a Dinosaur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SKnposaT9aI/AAAAAAAAApQ/JGcwgFTIFBk/s1600-h/dinomuseum+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235972927120471458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SKnposaT9aI/AAAAAAAAApQ/JGcwgFTIFBk/s320/dinomuseum+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SKnpo0WAEBI/AAAAAAAAApY/ClJ0SaiLFWk/s1600-h/dinomuseum+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235972929249873938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SKnpo0WAEBI/AAAAAAAAApY/ClJ0SaiLFWk/s320/dinomuseum+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SKnppdCj7oI/AAAAAAAAApg/m_t5IB769xY/s1600-h/dinomuseum+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235972940174192258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SKnppdCj7oI/AAAAAAAAApg/m_t5IB769xY/s320/dinomuseum+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture has nothing to do with the museum but this is an example of who is in &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;control&lt;/span&gt; at the house. Poor Owen gets used and abused by his brother and he is too &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; to stop him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235974034849344434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SKnqpLBdK7I/AAAAAAAAAqo/A9Rkctfz1Rg/s320/dinomuseum+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We had a great time as a family especially doing something that the kids really enjoyed. In fact Owen asked us if "On the 6th day of every week we could go to see the Dino's?" the 6th day being Saturday and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;I am not going to spend every Saturday at the museum what a mean mom I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-6830524296886141472?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/6830524296886141472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=6830524296886141472' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/6830524296886141472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/6830524296886141472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/08/dinosaur-museum.html' title='Dinosaur Museum'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SKnpn0AmJnI/AAAAAAAAApA/bJ5YteN7eyI/s72-c/dinomuseum+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-1487320198217379370</id><published>2008-08-09T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T11:04:14.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D-Backs Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night we went to the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Diamond Backs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; game&lt;/span&gt; for the 1st time with the kids, courtesy of some friends who gave us some tickets to 4 great seats 10 rows up from the field. We had a really good time. I am not sure what the boys liked more the game or all the snacks or should I say "CRAP" that they were selling that they thought they &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HAD TO HAVE&lt;/span&gt;. Owen spotted the Popcorn stand and quickly informed me that he &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;HAD TO HAVE&lt;/span&gt; some. Treat # 1 &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Popcorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SJ53UfVaiUI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/T0u4E14urqw/s1600-h/1+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232751010943502658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SJ53UfVaiUI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/T0u4E14urqw/s320/1+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Owen spotted the &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Cotton Candy&lt;/span&gt; that he &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;HAD TO HAVE&lt;/span&gt; but wouldn't even try it after I spent $5.75 on it. Ethan enjoyed it way to much we had to cut him off so I gave the rest to some random guy who was commenting to his wife the he thought our boys were cute. Pay it forward right!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SJ53UkXYueI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Me5V4Wq_WSw/s1600-h/1+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232751012293949922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SJ53UkXYueI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Me5V4Wq_WSw/s320/1+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then here came the guy with all the dumb gadgets. Owen &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAD TO HAVE&lt;/span&gt; a giant hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SJ53U-4c37I/AAAAAAAAAng/nMnFadt81Qg/s1600-h/1+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232751019411955634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SJ53U-4c37I/AAAAAAAAAng/nMnFadt81Qg/s320/1+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232758269699137042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SJ597ATnnhI/AAAAAAAAAoI/GK0Kudd4tew/s320/1+162.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The best part of the night was when their cousin Austin joined us at our seats for the rest of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SJ53VBiem0I/AAAAAAAAAno/bLSJrQBzr2c/s1600-h/1+172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232751020125100866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SJ53VBiem0I/AAAAAAAAAno/bLSJrQBzr2c/s320/1+172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These three have so much fun together. There is a 2 1/2 year difference between Owen and Austin but Owen just loves him. He was so excited that he was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SJ53VTi0LHI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Mfw9zBPL6ys/s1600-h/1+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232751024958352498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SJ53VTi0LHI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Mfw9zBPL6ys/s320/1+177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We didn't make it through the whole game. We left at the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; inning. I was actually surprised we made it that long. Lucky for us there was a lot of empty seats around us so the kids had plenty of room to run and play. Owen was tired from a long day at school, so when he asked to go home we decided not to press our luck and leave before a break down happened. We had a good time and Owen even tried his first hot dog, crazy I know what kids doesn't eat hot dogs? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MINE!!!&lt;/span&gt; I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; blame him, very rarely do I eat a hot dog. He was watching Austin eat his and decided he wanted a try. After much thought and examination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232754321797435330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SJ56VNOgT8I/AAAAAAAAAn4/o7o-MlD_KLA/s320/1+168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He took a bite and actually liked it. We will see if that lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232754324192437442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SJ56VWJhJMI/AAAAAAAAAoA/c_u6zQzQmuE/s320/1+169.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We spoiled the kids with way to much crap but they had a great time so it was money worth spent.&lt;br /&gt;Our Family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Friday night&lt;/span&gt; activity was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of fun. We will we have to do it again sometime soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-1487320198217379370?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/1487320198217379370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=1487320198217379370' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/1487320198217379370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/1487320198217379370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/08/d-backs-game.html' title='D-Backs Game'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SJ53UfVaiUI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/T0u4E14urqw/s72-c/1+128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-4244014655154422579</id><published>2008-08-04T08:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T09:43:13.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day of Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230693127818879298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SJcnr7S4oUI/AAAAAAAAAnI/HGI9TJu2eFc/s320/firstdayofschool+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dear Owen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today is a very exciting but bitter sweet day. Today you joined the world of Kindergarten. Many years ago your Dad would joke and say that on your first day of school he would have to stay home to make sure I actually took you, well guess what he did. He knew how hard it would be for me to let you go. You have been my little sidekick for almost 5 years. Today your Mom cried like it was the end of the world. I couldn't sleep last night worrying I didn't teach you enough, play with you enough, or love you enough. When you woke up this morning you were so excited, school was all you could talk about. I teased you and told you I was going to go to school in your back pack, you quickly corrected me and told me I was too big. When we got to school you told me I could walk you in, but then I had to leave, so that is what I did. I left you there sitting at your desk with the biggest smile on your face. As I turned the corner I couldn't help but cry. I cant believe my baby is not a baby anymore. I am so proud of you and am excited for you to be in school. Don't get me wrong I will miss you crazy bad, I will miss you asking me 100 times for a snack, or to put on a new movie, is it possible for me to miss that? You asked me if I thought Ethan would cry when you left for school? Ethan will probably walk around the house yelling your name all day, when its time for you to come home we will be sooo happy to see you. Thank you for being such a sweet, smart, loving little boy. Good luck at school son and remember who you are. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you very much,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230693116613662338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SJcnrRjWloI/AAAAAAAAAnA/sxPp7uD3FHQ/s320/firstdayofschool+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-4244014655154422579?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/4244014655154422579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=4244014655154422579' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/4244014655154422579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/4244014655154422579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/08/1st-day-of-kindergarten.html' title='1st Day of Kindergarten'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SJcnr7S4oUI/AAAAAAAAAnI/HGI9TJu2eFc/s72-c/firstdayofschool+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-815484627786124977</id><published>2008-07-27T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:23:53.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Family Campout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Warning long post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last weekend Stewart and I decided to take the kids camping. I am not sure what &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;drug&lt;/span&gt; I was on, why would I recommended such a vacation? I am here to tell you Melanie &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Adams &lt;/span&gt;went camping. I am using my maiden name in this because if you know us Adams girls we do &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; camp, unless it is at the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hilton Resort&lt;/span&gt;, so you all better be really proud of me for this one. We went to this fun little place outside of Payson that Lawana had told us about. We found this good campsite that backed up to a creek. There was no water in it but lots of rocks, sticks ,trees and dirt for the kids to get dirty in. We set up our tent and was in the process of putting up the canopy when it started raining or should I say &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;POURING&lt;/span&gt; for an hour straight. As you can see in the picture below me and the kids ran for the tent and left Stewart standing there holding the canopy up. I knew eventually his arms would get tired and he would join us, mean to leave him maybe but it made for a &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;funny &lt;/span&gt;picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227912634258414786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SI1G15m_3MI/AAAAAAAAAms/6WriZ8m_ntI/s320/camping+trip+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227908879665713282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SI1DbWqV0II/AAAAAAAAAlE/pyOoHNlJOx8/s320/camping+trip+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I agree Ethan this sticks. sitting in a tent starring at each other is barrels of &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;. At this point I was trying to think of how I could convince Stewart that the Hilton has openings :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227908883152900978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SI1DbjpwE3I/AAAAAAAAAlM/Mo7FE3AJSPQ/s320/camping+trip+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;It finally stopped raining and Stewart set out to get the fire started with wet wood. Everything was wet, our camping chairs, food, clothes, bedding you name it, it was soaked. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227910087678546450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SI1Ehq3C0hI/AAAAAAAAAlc/oCRDJmVgrPg/s320/camping+trip+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So while Stewart was being a boy scout I decided to take the kids to the creek behind us you know the one with no water. Well that sure changed. The kids were in heaven. They could have stayed in that clean water all night. They &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;splashed&lt;/span&gt; and jumped and threw rocks for what felt like forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227915019881022898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SI1JAwvwBbI/AAAAAAAAAm0/8HzVU9rhn4I/s320/camping+trip+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SI1DaymNk-I/AAAAAAAAAk0/Jq5su01dFsc/s1600-h/camping+trip+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227908869984719842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SI1DaymNk-I/AAAAAAAAAk0/Jq5su01dFsc/s320/camping+trip+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't think Ethan left that spot it, he threw one rock after another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SI1DbMrOYLI/AAAAAAAAAk8/SOrrBH-gbiQ/s1600-h/camping+trip+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227908876985065650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SI1DbMrOYLI/AAAAAAAAAk8/SOrrBH-gbiQ/s320/camping+trip+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know his outfit is a bit questionable but hey we are camping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SI1CxhVp2II/AAAAAAAAAkU/OsOcFGXFiEA/s1600-h/camping+trip+054+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227908160977229954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SI1CxhVp2II/AAAAAAAAAkU/OsOcFGXFiEA/s320/camping+trip+054+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen jumping and playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SI1CyEVvrZI/AAAAAAAAAkc/b9VeodYeUwc/s1600-h/camping+trip+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227908170372853138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SI1CyEVvrZI/AAAAAAAAAkc/b9VeodYeUwc/s320/camping+trip+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SI1CyjEsZnI/AAAAAAAAAkk/gcl4tDYiksw/s1600-h/camping+trip+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227908178622834290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SI1CyjEsZnI/AAAAAAAAAkk/gcl4tDYiksw/s320/camping+trip+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227908202594139410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SI1Cz8X5fRI/AAAAAAAAAks/bIkMBm0gVRM/s320/camping+trip+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After they about froze to death we got them in clean clothes and set down for dinner. Yes Stewart was a true Boy Scout and made a fire start with wet wood. We cooked foil dinners yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227910101376607794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SI1Eid46pjI/AAAAAAAAAls/o88qaOdkG3E/s320/camping+trip+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227910607151248018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SI1E_6C_MpI/AAAAAAAAAmc/JAawKdek6YU/s320/camping+trip+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We took the kids on hike or "Adventuring" as Owen would call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227910108600772962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SI1Ei4zSqWI/AAAAAAAAAl0/nzmDZ507rd8/s320/camping+trip+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227910118864118290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SI1EjfCQ4hI/AAAAAAAAAl8/caQh_B5fhWo/s320/camping+trip+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt; When it got dark we set on wet camping chairs and roasted marshmellows for smores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SI1CDbJu2eI/AAAAAAAAAjk/DEK9tKsD30w/s1600-h/camping+trip+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227907369042631138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SI1CDbJu2eI/AAAAAAAAAjk/DEK9tKsD30w/s320/camping+trip+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ethan throwing rocks in the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SI1CDyDd8eI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3HA-Tv5INWc/s1600-h/camping+trip+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227907375190372834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SI1CDyDd8eI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3HA-Tv5INWc/s320/camping+trip+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen was the designated marshmellow roaster. He would cook them for so long they would expand and then fall in the fire he had to have done it a 100 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SI1CEEDtniI/AAAAAAAAAj0/-oeXARxdK30/s1600-h/camping+trip+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227907380023238178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SI1CEEDtniI/AAAAAAAAAj0/-oeXARxdK30/s320/camping+trip+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227907383726482962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SI1CER2ophI/AAAAAAAAAj8/k5LHymKacs8/s320/camping+trip+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227910615150765426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SI1FAX2OJXI/AAAAAAAAAmk/hJpKq6ettoE/s320/camping+trip+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt; all Ethan wanted was the chocolate and as you can see he fully enjoyed it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227907388680870114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SI1CEkT2mOI/AAAAAAAAAkE/9TSAd5yOPKY/s320/camping+trip+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;About 9:00 we decided we should start putting the kids to sleep. Ethan has never slept anyone but in a crib so we had no idea how he was going to do. To our &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; he laid right down on the air mattress and went right to sleep. He fell asleep before Owen did. We couldn't believe it. I laid there in my wet sleeping bag covered up with my wet blanket thinking how glad I was we weren't at the Hilton. My boys had so much fun playing in the rain and getting dirty and they were both sound asleep what more could a mother ask for. Well all those &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;cozy &lt;/span&gt;feelings left at 12:30 am when some&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; idiot&lt;/span&gt; decided to set up camp right in front of our tent with his loud diesel truck running and the headlights shinning right into out tent making it light as day and then yelling back and forth to each other like it was 12:30 in the after noon. I couldn't believe it. Have you never heard of &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Camping Etiquette&lt;/span&gt;? Ok I haven't either but seriously there needs to be such a thing. Well of course it woke up my sweet little angel from above and this is what we had on our hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227910586694172914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SI1E-t1pAPI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Sm3-spAtdAs/s320/camping+trip+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Ethan wide awake hitting the door on the tent screaming &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Get me outta here",&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Owea"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (aka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Owen). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Getting him to go back to sleep was out of the question. Every time we tried he would totally freak out yelling and crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227910595029495506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SI1E_M477tI/AAAAAAAAAmM/SCnW1RuzjMM/s320/camping+trip+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227910601039404962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SI1E_jRz36I/AAAAAAAAAmU/e976cdTo6Ps/s320/camping+trip+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Yes, Owen slept through the whole thing. I don't know how he did, it must be because his brothers voice is so &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;soft&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;quiet&lt;/span&gt;!! yeah right I am sure everyone else at the camp site was cussing us out. So after about an hour of trying to get him to sleep we realized it wasn't going to happen, so we packed up camp in the middle of the night with flashlight lights and went home. It was a race with the sun. We knew we had to get home before the sun came out or the kids wouldn't go back to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I am sure you are all wondering if I would do it again? Of course I am a&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; Jones&lt;/span&gt; and the Jones' camp. I really did have a good time. It was fun to be as a family with no cell phones no computers becoming one with nature :) Plus what great memories we made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do I deserve the Mother of the Year Award or what!!!&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/5028887938200933641-815484627786124977?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/815484627786124977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=815484627786124977' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/815484627786124977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/815484627786124977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-family-campout.html' title='Our Family Campout'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SI1G15m_3MI/AAAAAAAAAms/6WriZ8m_ntI/s72-c/camping+trip+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-2080402420971426662</id><published>2008-07-20T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:40:49.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little Dare DEVIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Owen has been begging his Dad to fix his quad. Stewart finally found the part and fixed it for him this weekend. He was so&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; excited&lt;/span&gt; to be able to ride it again. Owen is timid and anything but brave he will only drive in low gear and just sitting on the quad not moving is exciting enough for him, Ethan on the other hand has different idea of &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;. He jumped on that thing and was driving in high gear like a crazy person, hopping curbs, jumping rocks, driving backwards anything he could do to make his &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;OLDER&lt;/span&gt; brother scream in fear. You can tell in this picture Ethan his having a great time and Owen is trying to figure out away to bail off without getting hurt. There is something seriously wrong with this when the not yet 2 year old is driving around the almost 5 year old.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SIQrofjR8AI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Me1epH7fj20/s1600-h/o+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225349442320855042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SIQrofjR8AI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Me1epH7fj20/s320/o+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He has such a smug look on his face in this picture. Its almost like "Watch out Mom I will run you over too" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225351359232502194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SIQtYEmoabI/AAAAAAAAAjU/gtQb6Yn6sUA/s320/o+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Owen just happy and content to be sitting on his quad somewhere other than in the garage collecting dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SIQrT3ACIHI/AAAAAAAAAjE/bvUc3Eb-2fg/s1600-h/o+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225349087838216306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SIQrT3ACIHI/AAAAAAAAAjE/bvUc3Eb-2fg/s320/o+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is crazy how different my boys are.  They are complete opposite.  They make me laugh and  smile everyday.  I love Owen for his sweet sensitive side always looking out for him Mom and taking such good of his bother in spite of Ethan beating on him, and Ethan for his fun adventurous, curious, crazy, always getting into something keeping me on my toes side.  I am &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;lucky&lt;/span&gt; to have them both and wouldn't trade them in for the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-2080402420971426662?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/2080402420971426662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=2080402420971426662' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/2080402420971426662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/2080402420971426662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-little-dare-devil.html' title='Our little Dare DEVIL'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SIQrofjR8AI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Me1epH7fj20/s72-c/o+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-8087829839625239659</id><published>2008-07-16T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T10:42:42.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids say the funniest things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SH4xppn5EXI/AAAAAAAAAis/BlRHUpbPg3c/s1600-h/owens+birthday+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223667209413923186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SH4xppn5EXI/AAAAAAAAAis/BlRHUpbPg3c/s320/owens+birthday+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In preparation for Kindergarten Owen has informed me of the list of things he needs to get before school starts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. back Pack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Pencil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Lap top Computer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok back up the truck, what 4 year old thinks that a lab top computer is a requirement for kindergarten? He has also informed me that "Mom there will be times when I come home from school after you go to bed just like Daddy, don't wait up and that will be ok" Oh my he is 4 going on 20. We are trying to explain to him the difference between Daddy school and little boy school. There is no Wi-Fi connection or PDF files in Kindergarten and that there will NEVER be a time that he will come home from school and I would already be asleep. He says that he wants to go to school for as long as possible because its more time to learn. He is CLEARLY ready for kindergarten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom on the other hand is have a hard time with it as I know so many other Mom's are too. I am sending my baby to kindergarten all day. Is he ready? Have I taught him all he needs to know to face this crazy world? Have I taught him right from wrong? Does he know how to defend himself if he needs too? Will he eat is lunch or go hungry? I know this is all crazy stuff but seriously he is only 4 yrs. old. I am sure he will do fine, it is me to be worried about. He is a good little boy with the greatest desire to learn. I will miss him around all day long and the times when Ethan is asleep and its just us reading books, watching movies or just hanging out together, but I am sure he will be having more fun there then hanging out with his boring old Mom. I love you son remember who you are!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-8087829839625239659?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/8087829839625239659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=8087829839625239659' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/8087829839625239659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/8087829839625239659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/07/kids-say-funniest-things.html' title='Kids say the funniest things'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SH4xppn5EXI/AAAAAAAAAis/BlRHUpbPg3c/s72-c/owens+birthday+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-4968423723029252096</id><published>2008-07-06T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:15:57.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(warning really long post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We spent the weekend up in Heber at my parents cabin. We had such a great time. The weather was great. All the boys wanted to do was play outside something they cant do down in the valley. We spent a lot of time on quad rides.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220735348693211522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SHPHI5UvGYI/AAAAAAAAAf4/NPrPerDSSxQ/s320/cabin+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220734229948930914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SHPGHxrUG2I/AAAAAAAAAfg/b4YlKvbSNYw/s320/cabin+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220734226499052594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SHPGHk0zJDI/AAAAAAAAAfY/m1vDLue4sPw/s320/cabin+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Uncle Jim took Owen and Austin for a ride in the Ranger&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220737637682182290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SHPJOIeO-JI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Y8Za2BbhrOs/s320/cabin+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Austin insisted on driving so we thought what the heck &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SHPHJGtEaKI/AAAAAAAAAgA/mF8xk-AJU8E/s1600-h/cabin+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220735352284932258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SHPHJGtEaKI/AAAAAAAAAgA/mF8xk-AJU8E/s320/cabin+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys all buckled up for the ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SHPHJYFMBKI/AAAAAAAAAgI/63wVckZ14LQ/s1600-h/IMG_3072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220735356949496994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SHPHJYFMBKI/AAAAAAAAAgI/63wVckZ14LQ/s320/IMG_3072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know this picture is random but I have to show you all that my OCD behavior has already been passed down to Ethan. He had to have all of his dinner in separate bowls with separate forks. Man I am trouble &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220737640866909394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SHPJOUViDNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/XCkhBrjNYKw/s320/cabin+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SHPHKEYdJJI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/uk9cfOmYWZc/s1600-h/cabin+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220735368841471122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SHPHKEYdJJI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/uk9cfOmYWZc/s320/cabin+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took the kids to a parade on Sat. Every walk of life was in it. It was pretty amusing. Owen loves horses and was really excited to pet one&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220736364547117202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SHPIEBrLkJI/AAAAAAAAAhA/d4lFBCLH2Bo/s320/cabin+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Best seat in the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SHPHKlw4AGI/AAAAAAAAAgY/KLHeNXAKqew/s1600-h/cabin+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220735377802264674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SHPHKlw4AGI/AAAAAAAAAgY/KLHeNXAKqew/s320/cabin+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220740259380073810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SHPLmvDuFVI/AAAAAAAAAhw/8_-ScgFlROw/s320/cabin+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We got Owen a sling shot before we left he kept telling me he wanted to kill an animal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SHPGIq8Yy8I/AAAAAAAAAfw/fHd72QEn54s/s1600-h/cabin+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220734245321362370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SHPGIq8Yy8I/AAAAAAAAAfw/fHd72QEn54s/s320/cabin+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was a carnival on sat that we took the boys to. They had a petting zoo there. There was goats, chickens, duck, pigs, dog and the biggest bunny I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220736333630444834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SHPICOgElSI/AAAAAAAAAgg/i6GjjQa0ewg/s320/cabin+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I wasn't sure if Ethan would like it, boy howdy I was wrong. He was chasing those animals around pulling there tails, at one point the lady was telling him to be soft. Clearly she did not know who she was letting in with her animals. Soft and Ethan don't even belong in the same sentence. They had a blast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220736344822499314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SHPIC4Mdx_I/AAAAAAAAAgo/zJwsBvhCl8k/s320/cabin+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt; They had some ponies for the kids to ride on, since Owen keeps telling me he has "waited his whole life to ride a horse" we thought we should prob let him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SHGlzz2UkNI/AAAAAAAAAeE/muN3KZ8EZfc/s1600-h/cabin+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen picked this horse because it was the biggest &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(that's is the competitive side in him, always has to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;have the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;biggest and the fastest)&lt;/span&gt; her name was "Misty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SHGl6ChPLhI/AAAAAAAAAeM/It-IdOxHo8U/s1600-h/cabin+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220135859626389010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SHGl6ChPLhI/AAAAAAAAAeM/It-IdOxHo8U/s320/cabin+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ethan looked so cute in his helmet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SHGl6YtYrcI/AAAAAAAAAeU/2d_8atDJHjQ/s1600-h/cabin+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220135865582923202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SHGl6YtYrcI/AAAAAAAAAeU/2d_8atDJHjQ/s320/cabin+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SHGl6iKmhCI/AAAAAAAAAec/htWpubGDSx8/s1600-h/cabin+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220135868121383970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SHGl6iKmhCI/AAAAAAAAAec/htWpubGDSx8/s320/cabin+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The fun really started that night. We busted out the Wii and man did it competitive up stairs. I am surprised my parents and the kids slept that night. We boxed are hearts out. No one could move the next day. Here's every ones "Tough Man" pictures&lt;br /&gt;Stewart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220733222626810114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SHPFNJHAWQI/AAAAAAAAAe4/2DHrCvldEsA/s320/cabin+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lynsey&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220733243167940146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SHPFOVoZHjI/AAAAAAAAAfA/S9j0kqsfyVw/s320/cabin+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Jim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220733247772328178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SHPFOmyKgPI/AAAAAAAAAfI/qIOLoC4LxzI/s320/cabin+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I had to save this picture for last. I look like a cross between a ballerina, Chinese, W.T. freak! I did kick some serious bottie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220733253013650594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SHPFO6TyvKI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/pJ83BOKQN5A/s320/IMG_3010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We took the kids to a firework show that night. They had shaped fire works Owen loved them and Ethan didn't move a muscle .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220749925416597330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SHPUZX2ad1I/AAAAAAAAAig/yRORLqmTr74/s320/cabin+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220749921655601874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SHPUZJ1uOtI/AAAAAAAAAiY/UH-mTyJ6ACM/s320/cabin+151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanks Mom and Dad for a great weekend and Lynsey and Jim for some great laughs. We love you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-4968423723029252096?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/4968423723029252096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=4968423723029252096' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/4968423723029252096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/4968423723029252096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july-weekend.html' title='4th of July Weekend'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SHPHI5UvGYI/AAAAAAAAAf4/NPrPerDSSxQ/s72-c/cabin+096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-7184142537465310492</id><published>2008-07-02T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T13:23:47.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SGvWebuJ3WI/AAAAAAAAAd8/LpjxcuszIFQ/s1600-h/t-ballxmas+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218500411564612962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SGvWebuJ3WI/AAAAAAAAAd8/LpjxcuszIFQ/s320/t-ballxmas+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today my Mom turned the big 21, so in true Melanie fashion I thought I would tell you 21 things that I love about my mom for her 21st birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;21. Her house is ALWAYS clean, bedrooms, bathrooms, kitchen everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20. She is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;compassionate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19.  She is the only person I can call at midnight and its OK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18.  She makes her bed everyday, but if I get lucky enough to be there when it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;made all I want to do is jump inside.  There is something about my parents bed that I love ,it is so soft and squishy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17.  She is my Best Friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16. My day does not start or end until I have talked to my Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17. She can sew like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nobodies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt;, she can make anything, she clearly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; pass that trait onto me I cant sew a straight line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16. She is a peacemaker, she hates contention and will avoid it at all cost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15. She is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;laundry&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think I have ever seen dirty clothes in her house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14.  If there was a shortage on Diet Coke the world would be in trouble, she would have a nervous break down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13. She has a strong Testimony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12.  She loves the Scriptures and gets excited to read them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11.  She is a great example of what I want to be when I grow up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. She looks so young people often think she is my Sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. She is organized everything has a place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8.  She hates clutter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7.  She can't sleep at night unless she knows all of her kids, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;, son in laws, parents and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;in laws&lt;/span&gt; are home and safe.  So she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; sleep much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6.  There &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; ANYTHING she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; do for her family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5.  She is "Equal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; Grandma/Mom" she wont do something for one person and not another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4.  she supports her family no matter what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. She is beautiful inside and out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.  She loves my Dad so much.  She is a great example of what a wife should be like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The number one reason why I love my Mom so much is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.  Because she is the BEST mom anyone could ask for.  I am lucky to have her in my life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Birthday Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-7184142537465310492?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/7184142537465310492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=7184142537465310492' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/7184142537465310492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/7184142537465310492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SGvWebuJ3WI/AAAAAAAAAd8/LpjxcuszIFQ/s72-c/t-ballxmas+089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-722001572908340386</id><published>2008-06-29T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:48:05.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad the day is OVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I am here to tell you all I have conquered a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Stewart and I last week were asked to speak in church today. I have been &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;stressing out&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;losing sleep over it&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;breaking out in zits&lt;/span&gt;, , and on Friday all &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;relational &lt;/span&gt;thoughts went flying out the window when I set down to type up my talk. I did not want to do it and I was almost mad that I had too, no lets be honest I was mad. It has been at least 6 years since I spoke in church. Somehow we have slipped under the radar and have gotten out of it, probable because we are &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;short&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;small&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;quite people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :). I was so nervous I even contemplated running out of sacrament meeting but Stewart said that it would leave a lasting impression on everyone and not a good one. So I decided to suck it up and do it. My children were sitting with my Mom and Dad and from our view they were acting like &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;perfect angels&lt;/span&gt;, however my Dad did say that Ethan was driving him nuts towards the end because he wouldn't stop saying "Ma ma, Da da" welcome to my world Dad. I don't know how you and Mom did it with 5 kids you must have been &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;highly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; medicated :) Anyways back to the talk, I did it and I think it went well, I didn't lose my place, my knees to buckle and fall, I didn't swear or say pissed &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(my mom was so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;worried about that one)&lt;/span&gt; in the microphone, and most importantly I didn't sound like a blubbering mess. I am just glad that it is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OVER&lt;/span&gt;, I hope I said something meaningful and the best part now is that I have another 6 years before I have to do it again :) Stewart did a good job and he wrote his talk this morning before church whats up with that. Thanks Mom and Dad for coming and supporting us and taking care of our kids. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-722001572908340386?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/722001572908340386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=722001572908340386' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/722001572908340386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/722001572908340386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/06/glad-day-is-over.html' title='Glad the day is OVER'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-5257137175782645672</id><published>2008-06-27T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T23:43:24.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am ???</title><content type='html'>You Are Mulan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v465/newbandi/Mulan.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a&gt;Which&lt;/a&gt; Disney Princess Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Strong and spirited. You're no one's girly girl; actually you are very determined person with a strong sense of self. Never let go of that! The only thing that equals your sense of self is your family, but the traditions of society can always be bent to protect something or someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-5257137175782645672?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/5257137175782645672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=5257137175782645672' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/5257137175782645672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/5257137175782645672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/06/href-font-you-are-mulan-which-disney.html' title='I am ???'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-1196823762415267917</id><published>2008-06-24T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:45:35.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aimee tagged me, so after much thought I decided to cave in a tell All&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rules: 3 joys, 3 fears, 3 goals, 3 obsessions, and 3 random facts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tag 5 people at the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Joys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Nothing brings me more joy than my Family. Watching my kids grow and learn each day is such a wonderful thing to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Being at home with my Kids each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Seeing Stewart come through the door at night after a very long hard day and hearing my kids squealing with excitement at the sound of the door, running full speed to get to him first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. As many of you know I am a freak when it comes to water. I am so afraid that one of my kids are going to drown. We have had some pretty close calls with Ethan, just the thought of it gives me an anxiety attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Speaking in church on Suday, there is something about standing in front of a lot people all waiting for you to say something meaningful. What if you dont? I hate it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. The economy right now totally freaks me out. Its so sad to me all the business that are closing, all the houses that been foreclosed on, and all the people who are out of jobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. I know it is only suppose to be 3 fears but sorry I have more. Owen going to all day Kindergarten is a serious fear of mine. What if he cant get his lunch by himself?, what if someone is mean to him?, What if he gets scared? or most fearful what if he doesn't even miss me when he is gone :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. To eat better, lose weight and become more fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FHE&lt;/span&gt; every week. We really do try but when the kids are jumping off the couch or wrestling on the floor it gets really irritating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. To be a more forgiving person and to not hold grudges. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Current Obsessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chapstick&lt;/span&gt;. I am truly OBSESSED I always have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chapstick&lt;/span&gt; with me. I don't just have 1, I usually have 1 in my pocket, 2 in my purse, 1 in my car, 1 in the kitchen and at night I always have 2 on my nightstand just in case I lose one in the middle on the night. Yes I do apply it throughout the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. My boys church clothes. I am obsessed with white shirts and ties. I just think Mom's of girls always have their little girls in fluffy dresses, bows in their hair, and jewelry on, so why cant little boys be dressed just as cute. Nothing is cuter to me then my boys ready for church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Dirty dishes in the sink GAG!! I cant sleep at night if my kitchen isn't clean. I hate starting the day out with dirty dishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Random Facts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. I am sick of the Arizona heat. Something about being hot makes me think and act completely irrational just ask Stewart. I want to move somewhere cold for a change. We hope to go somewhere different for school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Being a wife of a Student is a full time job in it self, and I still have many years ahead of me what was I thinking when I agreed to this craziness. j/k I am excited for the adventure and for what our future holds. I couldn't be more proud of Stewart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. When I go to bed at night I check and double check every door and lock at least 2 times before turning on the alarm. Can you say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I tag my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sista&lt;/span&gt; Lynsey, Jenni, Shauna, Julie, &amp;amp; Kathleen have fun girls I will be waiting for your answers. Love ya all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-1196823762415267917?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/1196823762415267917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=1196823762415267917' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/1196823762415267917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/1196823762415267917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-aimee-tagged-me-so-after-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-4790837948168707049</id><published>2008-06-18T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T23:14:51.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming with Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;To keep myself from losing my mind today I decided to take my kids to my parents house to go swimming, As many of you know Ethan HATES the water he cries from the time we get in to the time we get out. Usually the only time he isn't crying is when I dunk under the water cuz I am tired of hearing him, even then he is still screaming we just can't hear it for a brief second &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;promise I do love him to pieces).&lt;/span&gt; Well today Grandma got in with the kids and he didn't cry. He had so much fun. I don't remember the last time my mom got in the pool, well after today she is going to have to get in more often since she is the only one that can get Ethan happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look he is even smiling :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213467815712103714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SFn1WzNznSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/uq3aXgqPV_w/s320/0618081803a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He started to get a little brave after awhile. He was climbing in and out of the pool so much his poor little belly looks like hamburger meat. I put him on the water fall and he wouldn't get off he started rock climbing it to get away from me. He even ran over to the diving rock and wanted to jump off it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Owen on the other hand has turned into our little fish. He had me doing "Tricks" of the diving rock , diving for rings and doing canon bombs I think he thought I was his little puppy that needed to be trained. I was a good sport and he enjoyed seeing his mom act like a fool. We were trying to teach him how to dive,but some how his belly would hit the water first every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SFn1Wwm_HWI/AAAAAAAAAds/R0zHEkCZvsk/s1600-h/0618081837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213467815012408674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SFn1Wwm_HWI/AAAAAAAAAds/R0zHEkCZvsk/s320/0618081837.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After about 2 hours of swimming we were tired and hungry. Owen found his favorite little spot in the room he "Wishes was his" and watched Thomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SFn1XK8H6MI/AAAAAAAAAd0/PsRDMkvSv1I/s1600-h/0618081921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213467822080387266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SFn1XK8H6MI/AAAAAAAAAd0/PsRDMkvSv1I/s320/0618081921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mon. and Wed. you may be seeing more of us. We had a great time. Thanks mom for the fun evening. My kids wont forget this night, actually I don't think I will either. Love ya &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-4790837948168707049?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/4790837948168707049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=4790837948168707049' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/4790837948168707049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/4790837948168707049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/06/swimming-with-grandma.html' title='Swimming with Grandma'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SFn1WzNznSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/uq3aXgqPV_w/s72-c/0618081803a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-5516139676549742707</id><published>2008-06-16T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:22:53.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I decided to take Owen to the movies today to see Kung Fu Panda durning Ethan's nap time. I got a babysitter and me and Owen went and had a great time just the two of us. Owen laughed so hard through almost the entire movie. Watching by kids so happy brings me so much joy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212679048237409682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SFcn-fZP5ZI/AAAAAAAAAdc/r1lsWczNnXQ/s320/movie+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;$12.50 for movie tickets, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;over priced&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;$2.00 for drinks, thanks to Jenni's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;refill cups&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;$3.50 for a small bag of Popcorn, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Always&lt;/span&gt; worth it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Yummy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A date with Owen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; PRICELESS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and worth every penny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who wouldn't spend the day with such a handsome boy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks Owen for spending the afternoon with your Mom. I love you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-5516139676549742707?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/5516139676549742707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=5516139676549742707' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/5516139676549742707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/5516139676549742707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/06/movie-day.html' title='Movie Day'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SFcn-fZP5ZI/AAAAAAAAAdc/r1lsWczNnXQ/s72-c/movie+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-1069856936081740484</id><published>2008-06-15T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T16:51:48.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Father's Day to the 2 BEST Fathers around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My own Dad is such a wonderful example for me. He has been there for me no matter what. I am grateful to have been placed in a family with such a great Dad, and Friend. Thank you Dad for all you have done for me. Since his birthday was on Friday you all already know how great he is from his birthday post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that Stewart isn't my Dad, but he is a great Father to my boys. They love him to pieces. He is a great example to my children of a hard working, loving, patient, kind, fun etc. Man. In primary today I did a "All about Dad" page here's Owen's answers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* What is your Dad's name? Stewart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*How old is your Dad? 33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*How much does your Dad weigh? 33 lbs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*What color is your Dad's hair? Black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*What is you Dad's favorite food? Pizza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*What's your Dad's favorite color? Blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Why do you love your Dad? Because he likes me and he likes to play basketball with me&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Owen made this yesterday for his Dad and he painted it all by himself. He was so excited to give it to him. He put it under his bed so Dad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; see it until this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212257295178004082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SFWoZO0F9nI/AAAAAAAAAdM/KVk3ZsxSDuE/s320/fathersday+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Owen was so nice to allow his Dad to take his Sunday nap in his tent in his toy room. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lucky Dad :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212257299905394466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SFWoZgbMNyI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Hl20aBMOGyw/s320/fathersday+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you Dad and Stewart for being good Fathers. I hope you know how important you are to all of us. I love you both so much!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-1069856936081740484?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/1069856936081740484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=1069856936081740484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/1069856936081740484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/1069856936081740484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SFWoZO0F9nI/AAAAAAAAAdM/KVk3ZsxSDuE/s72-c/fathersday+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-8860499416948374381</id><published>2008-06-12T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:01:32.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SFICNZmuF7I/AAAAAAAAAc8/SSNMzzrlRRA/s1600-h/dad+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211230148055930802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SFICNZmuF7I/AAAAAAAAAc8/SSNMzzrlRRA/s320/dad+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is My Dad's birthday. We gave him some new sunglasses for his special day. My Dad is such a wonderful person, Dad, Grandpa, Father in Law, Husband, Role Model, and Friend. There are so many fun memories of my Dad and so many funny things about him so here are a few:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* He loves, and I mean LOVES to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;golf,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Owen thinks golfing is grandpa's Job&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* For family home evening one night growing up my parents took us to Dairy Queen for Ice cream, me and my sisters didn't finish ours, so my dad did. Yes, All 4 of them plus his own and every stop light on the way home my dad was opening his door and throwing up. We all thought it was so funny and we have yet to let him live it down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* My Dad is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; when it comes to food. His food can't touch each other on the plate. He hates things stirred, if the meal looks ugly he has a hard time eating it, and he will never use the same fork on more then one item of food. Owen is the same way it makes me crazy!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* He was ALWAYS the person we would go to if we needed money growing up. My Mom would dig out the change on the bottom of her purse and my Dad would give us $20.00 and ask if we needed more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* He loves the Lord. He has served many numerous callings in the church and is a great example to me and my family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* He loves his family and has proven that over the years, there isn't anything he wouldn't do for us. He has sacrificed his own freedom and Happiness for his children&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* He gives the best advice, even if it's not what you want to hear, he is honest with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* He says I am his &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Favorite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Daughter, it always makes me smile even though I know he says the same thing to my sister's.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* He has been a great Father in Law to my Husband, I am truly grateful for that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* He loves my Mom so much, I remember growing up my Dad would always say "I hope someday you all find a spouse 1/2 as wonderful as your Mom"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* He is a hard worker, he doesn't take no for an answer, and if he wants something he won't give up until he gets it. I always joke and say "I have the Adams blood in me, so watch out"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;* He is a Son, Husband, Father, Father in Law, &amp;amp; Grandpa of 2 Wonderful parents, 1 Lucky Lady, 4 Great Daughters, 1 good looking Son, 4 loving Son in Laws, &amp;amp; 9 Busy Grand kids who adore him. Who could ask for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love you Dad, thanks for everything you have done and continue to do for me and my family. Your selfless acts don't go unnoticed. Thanks for being my Dad and putting up with me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;durning&lt;/span&gt; my not so pleasant years&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (I know hard to believe). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You are loved by many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Dad shares his Birthday Day with this cute little guy, my sister Lynsey's little boy and his Grandson Austin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211246234203551186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SFIQ1vLLddI/AAAAAAAAAdE/SMdWgNeNiwE/s320/dad+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Dad and Austin, We love you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-8860499416948374381?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/8860499416948374381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=8860499416948374381' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/8860499416948374381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/8860499416948374381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad!!'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SFICNZmuF7I/AAAAAAAAAc8/SSNMzzrlRRA/s72-c/dad+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-4546450643440992822</id><published>2008-06-07T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T14:27:05.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red light Green light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have came up with the "New" method of discipline around our home. Owen's Preschool teacher did something similar at school and it really seemed to work. This is how it works. Both the kids have a car with their name on it. They will start each day with their cars on the green light. If I have to ask them more than once to stop doing something, or if they are not obeying their car will move to the yellow light, if they are still being bad their car will move to the red light. They will still be able to redeem themselves throughout the day and get back to the green light however, at the end of each day they will get 2 stickers if they are on the green light, 1 sticker for the yellow and no stickers for the Red. After they fill up the card with stickers they can pick a prize. I prob sound like the meanest mom but I am sick of telling them no a million times a day. I really think it will work for Owen, Ethan on the other had is going to live on the red light,not only because he doesn't understand but because he is the biggest antagonizer, stubborn child I know. He will do something just because you told him not too. I love him dearly but he is giving me gray hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here are the the cars I took them up to Kinko's and got them laminated and I put Velcro on the back so it will stick to the stop light.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEr3Kjs6UrI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-Ub-OU5puyc/s1600-h/funn+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209247679761765042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEr3Kjs6UrI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-Ub-OU5puyc/s320/funn+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the stop light. If you noticed Ethan is on the Green light, only because he is taking a nap give a couple of hours that will have changed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEr3Kzs6UsI/AAAAAAAAAcc/hEtIobcY1UQ/s1600-h/funn+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209247684056732354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEr3Kzs6UsI/AAAAAAAAAcc/hEtIobcY1UQ/s320/funn+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wish me luck, We will see if it works!!&lt;br /&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/5028887938200933641-4546450643440992822?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/4546450643440992822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=4546450643440992822' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/4546450643440992822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/4546450643440992822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/06/red-light-green-light.html' title='Red light Green light'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEr3Kjs6UrI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-Ub-OU5puyc/s72-c/funn+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-737115115603919372</id><published>2008-06-03T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T14:22:33.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Owen's Play group</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Owen informed me the other day that "Staying home everyday is boring" so I decide to start up a play group. It is just 4 little boys in the neighborhood that are Owen's age. We are doing it 2 days a week for 2 hrs. for the summer. We started today and it was at our house. The boys had so much fun. They played outside, made a gift for their Dad's for Fathers day, decorated cupcakes and played in the toy room. They all got along so well. It was fun to have them here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here they are on the Teeter Totter. Owen is always asking to have someone over to play on it with him and today he had 3 friends on it. He thought he was in Heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Rhett, Owen, Ryan, Noah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEWzVxzS-TI/AAAAAAAAAbw/nO822MJGvlU/s1600-h/kidz+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207765730850961714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEWzVxzS-TI/AAAAAAAAAbw/nO822MJGvlU/s320/kidz+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here they are with their nicely decorated, over sprinkled, over frosted, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;M &amp;amp; M cup cakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Rhett, Ryan, Noah, Owen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEWzExzS-QI/AAAAAAAAAbY/GJeU-F_I0Bw/s1600-h/kidz+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207765438793185538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEWzExzS-QI/AAAAAAAAAbY/GJeU-F_I0Bw/s320/kidz+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ethan had to join in the fun too, by the looks of he face he sure enjoyed it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEWzFRzS-RI/AAAAAAAAAbg/mETfoMdBp00/s1600-h/kidz+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207765447383120146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEWzFRzS-RI/AAAAAAAAAbg/mETfoMdBp00/s320/kidz+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEWzFhzS-SI/AAAAAAAAAbo/zhv-sSxHGKo/s1600-h/kidz+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was fun to have them here. I am excited we are doing this. Hopefully now Owen won't think I am so Boring!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5028887938200933641-737115115603919372?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/737115115603919372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=737115115603919372' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/737115115603919372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/737115115603919372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/06/owens-play-group.html' title='Owen&apos;s Play group'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEWzVxzS-TI/AAAAAAAAAbw/nO822MJGvlU/s72-c/kidz+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-5028438761514895468</id><published>2008-06-03T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T14:07:20.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh to be a kid again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its been awhile since I posted anything so here are some random pictures of my boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We made cupcakes last night the kids couldn't wait to be able to like the beaters and the bowl clean.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEWwtRzS-OI/AAAAAAAAAbI/oPL4uB0yTfM/s1600-h/kidz+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207762836043004130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEWwtRzS-OI/AAAAAAAAAbI/oPL4uB0yTfM/s320/kidz+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently the beater was not enough for Ethan he had to have a spoon too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEWwuBzS-PI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/RGP8Daez70U/s1600-h/kidz+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207762848927906034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEWwuBzS-PI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/RGP8Daez70U/s320/kidz+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;The other day Ethan wanted to play t-ball, Stewart set up the Tee, got a ball and bat and Ethan kept swinging at the Ball, it took a few tries but he finally hit it, it didn't go far but he was sure excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Little Slugger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEWsuxzS-JI/AAAAAAAAAag/4r_7l87sA-E/s1600-h/kidz+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207758463766296722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEWsuxzS-JI/AAAAAAAAAag/4r_7l87sA-E/s320/kidz+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think we had spent to much time inside for too long and the boys started acting a little strange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's Owen with his shirt covering his face and Etan with the back of his over his head they thought they were so funny crazy kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEWsvBzS-KI/AAAAAAAAAao/pPtYbS9K35U/s1600-h/kidz+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207758468061264034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEWsvBzS-KI/AAAAAAAAAao/pPtYbS9K35U/s320/kidz+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We brought out the slip n slide last night they had a blast on it. Owen even got me to slide down it, I am not sure my body will ever be the same :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEWsvxzS-LI/AAAAAAAAAaw/bahM-VNQuOc/s1600-h/kidz+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207758480946165938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEWsvxzS-LI/AAAAAAAAAaw/bahM-VNQuOc/s320/kidz+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ethan wanted nothing to do with it at first, but once he saw how much fun Owen was having he decided to give it a try. He loved it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEWswBzS-MI/AAAAAAAAAa4/WLWpRF9pCc4/s1600-h/kidz+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207758485241133250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEWswBzS-MI/AAAAAAAAAa4/WLWpRF9pCc4/s320/kidz+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEWswRzS-NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/U05HaU03f0A/s1600-h/kidz+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207758489536100562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEWswRzS-NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/U05HaU03f0A/s320/kidz+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life has been hectic lately but it is times like this when you put the troubles and worries aside and really enjoy the important things in life. Nothing brings me more joy then playing with my kids. Its then that you realize everything else doesn't matter. My house may be dirty, and laundry may not be done but I have spent the day laughing and playing with my kids. Stewart has started up school again, he is Shadowing a Fabulous Dr/Friend 1 day a week, volunteering at Banner Gateway hospital 1 day a week, and school 6 days a week. We don't see much of him, but are very proud of him. He is a great Father and Husband! &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/5028887938200933641-5028438761514895468?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/5028438761514895468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=5028438761514895468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/5028438761514895468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/5028438761514895468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-budles-of-joy.html' title='Oh to be a kid again'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEWwtRzS-OI/AAAAAAAAAbI/oPL4uB0yTfM/s72-c/kidz+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-2903148832821861067</id><published>2008-06-03T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T13:38:17.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Peach Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We Planted a Peach Tree about 2 years ago, last year we didn't get very many peaches from it before the birds got to them first.  This year however this tree had so many peaches on it,  We picked 3 bags full and still had some hanging.  I am going to made peach jam this week.  Yummy!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEWoyxzS-GI/AAAAAAAAAaI/X_lOBsFpnnM/s1600-h/kidz+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207754134439262306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEWoyxzS-GI/AAAAAAAAAaI/X_lOBsFpnnM/s320/kidz+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ethan was having so much fun picking them he thought they were balls and were throwing them across the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEWozxzS-HI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/O9jnbj3mCs8/s1600-h/kidz+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207754151619131506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEWozxzS-HI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/O9jnbj3mCs8/s320/kidz+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen insisted that we had a picnic  on the front lawn so we BBQ hamburgers and ate outside.  We have been enjoying the beautiful weather if only it could stay this nice a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEWo0BzS-II/AAAAAAAAAaY/Lv6HXB8L34o/s1600-h/kidz+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207754155914098818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEWo0BzS-II/AAAAAAAAAaY/Lv6HXB8L34o/s320/kidz+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/5028887938200933641-2903148832821861067?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/2903148832821861067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=2903148832821861067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/2903148832821861067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/2903148832821861067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-peach-tree.html' title='Our Peach Tree'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SEWoyxzS-GI/AAAAAAAAAaI/X_lOBsFpnnM/s72-c/kidz+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-4943094214660710850</id><published>2008-05-27T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:00:09.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Training Wheels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Owen out grew his little boy bike so we got him a big boy bike about a month ago. Ever since we got it Stewart has been trying to convince Owen to take off the training wheels, after &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;lots&lt;/span&gt; of tears and fights between them &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(but mostly between mom and dad) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stewart finally &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;backed off&lt;/span&gt;. Yesterday Owen came running in from outside telling me he was ready to ride on 2 wheels after realizing that it was actually his &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;choice&lt;/span&gt; not Dad's,the training wheels came off.&lt;/span&gt; He was gone. He did so good.&lt;br /&gt;Here he is cruising down the street like a&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Pro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205284249071188018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDzichzS-DI/AAAAAAAAAZw/28_FyAMeI7E/s320/eo+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDzicxzS-EI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/wtN0NQxJmlI/s1600-h/eo+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205284253366155330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDzicxzS-EI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/wtN0NQxJmlI/s320/eo+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen hates to wear his helmet he says it makes his head itchy, but now he doesn't have a choice, plus I think he looks so cute in it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205284244776220706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDzicRzS-CI/AAAAAAAAAZo/j8gZD9_ser4/s320/eo+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Owen has some &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; obsession with Kick Stands or Kick Sticks is what he calls them. He has been &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;begging&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;pleading &lt;/span&gt;for one. We told him he could have one has soon as he rode on two wheels. The instant he rode by himself he was reminding us of the &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;deal&lt;/span&gt;. So off the Target we went. He was so excited to have the Kick Stand he had to have kicked it up and down at least 100 times. I didnt realize they were such a hot commodity. Here is with his &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;new &lt;/span&gt;bike &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;training wheels and a kick stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDzidRzS-FI/AAAAAAAAAaA/PXC1Zr4H8UA/s1600-h/eo+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205284261956089938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDzidRzS-FI/AAAAAAAAAaA/PXC1Zr4H8UA/s320/eo+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I feel like my baby is growing up way to&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; fast&lt;/span&gt; before I know it he is going to be asking to borrow the&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; car&lt;/span&gt;! HAAAA&lt;br /&gt;He is now trying to convince us that he is&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; ready&lt;/span&gt; to ride to Safeway, I am thinking Not!! Some more practice first then we can do the 2.5 miles again. Good work Son I am proud of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-4943094214660710850?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/4943094214660710850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=4943094214660710850' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/4943094214660710850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/4943094214660710850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/05/bye-bye-training-wheels.html' title='Bye Bye Training Wheels'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDzichzS-DI/AAAAAAAAAZw/28_FyAMeI7E/s72-c/eo+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-4681659085155610536</id><published>2008-05-26T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T12:13:47.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>I finally did it and I am so glad I did. I am now offically PRIVATE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-4681659085155610536?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/4681659085155610536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=4681659085155610536' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/4681659085155610536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/4681659085155610536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-849501306933789190</id><published>2008-05-24T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T18:18:36.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fathers and Sons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This weekend was Fathers &amp;amp; Sons for our ward, due to the weather it got canceled. Owen was already so excited to go so Stewart decided to take him in spite of the weather. They left at 12 on Friday, when Ethan realized he wasn't going I think he about lost him mind. He stood at the back door and cried saying "me go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt;" it was so sad. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204079051183159314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDiaUxzS-BI/AAAAAAAAAZc/_hXmwFQ4_Pg/s320/oe+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDiYJRzS9-I/AAAAAAAAAZE/Qj8bjQpmgLg/s1600-h/oe+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Ethan in the Living room looking out the window, he spent the last 2 days there looking for his Dad and Brother. He kept yelling "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Owa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(sort for Owen) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204077693973493762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDiZFxzS-AI/AAAAAAAAAZU/xzs4Yx2QLrU/s320/oe+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They went with Ray and Noah and Some other men from the ward they had a blast. Stewart said it only sprinkled and that the kids loved playing in all the puddles of water. They took them on hikes, played in mud, ate junk food, made fires and BBQ. What more could a little boy ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Here's&lt;/span&gt; Stewart and Owen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDiV2hzS98I/AAAAAAAAAY0/g92Rt7YTijQ/s1600-h/camping+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204074133445605314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDiV2hzS98I/AAAAAAAAAY0/g92Rt7YTijQ/s320/camping+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noah and Owen acting silly of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDiVtRzS96I/AAAAAAAAAYk/BJ_xZeyvHX0/s1600-h/camping+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204073974531815330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDiVtRzS96I/AAAAAAAAAYk/BJ_xZeyvHX0/s320/camping+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen playing in the puddles of water in his new fancy rain boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDiVXxzS91I/AAAAAAAAAX8/JzC1UPxo17w/s1600-h/camping+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204073605164627794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDiVXxzS91I/AAAAAAAAAX8/JzC1UPxo17w/s320/camping+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen and Noah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDiVYRzS92I/AAAAAAAAAYE/5DiSLM8nucc/s1600-h/camping+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204073613754562402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDiVYRzS92I/AAAAAAAAAYE/5DiSLM8nucc/s320/camping+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cute little Camper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDiVYRzS93I/AAAAAAAAAYM/jD8t9UkNUMw/s1600-h/camping+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204073613754562418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDiVYRzS93I/AAAAAAAAAYM/jD8t9UkNUMw/s320/camping+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; Owen was too interested in cooking that he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; eat his own dinner. Stewart said he woke up at 3 am gaging because he was hungry, a couple of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;granola&lt;/span&gt; bars and he was back asleep. Crazy Kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDiVYhzS94I/AAAAAAAAAYU/LiQrAhzGukw/s1600-h/camping+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204073618049529730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDiVYhzS94I/AAAAAAAAAYU/LiQrAhzGukw/s320/camping+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pictures scares me just looking at it. Stewart said he was very daring in wanting to look off the cliffs and rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDiVYxzS95I/AAAAAAAAAYc/GAu5fi7YJQM/s1600-h/camping+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204073622344497042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDiVYxzS95I/AAAAAAAAAYc/GAu5fi7YJQM/s320/camping+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What great trip for them. I am so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;glad&lt;/span&gt; Stewart is such a great Dad and took him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;in spite&lt;/span&gt; of the rain. They had a good time. I cant believe how much I missed having them around and Ethan was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; lost with out them , My house was clean and quite but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; wait for them to get home. I am glad you had fun but even happier you home safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-849501306933789190?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/849501306933789190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=849501306933789190' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/849501306933789190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/849501306933789190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/05/fathers-and-sons.html' title='Fathers and Sons'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDiaUxzS-BI/AAAAAAAAAZc/_hXmwFQ4_Pg/s72-c/oe+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-5101036628358370206</id><published>2008-05-23T13:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T13:48:44.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 21!!</title><content type='html'>Today is my Brother Jason's Birthday. He turned the &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;big 21!!&lt;/span&gt; Jason and I are 9 years apart so most of my memories of him are from childhood. Jason was born into a family of 4 girls. We were all so &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; when we were finally going to have a brother. However the poor kid got abused by his 4 older sisters. Jason has very thick curly hair &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(just like Owen)&lt;/span&gt; so when it got longer he looked like a little girl. We would dress him up in our clothes, put our Cabbage Patch Kids &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; glasses on him and call him Jessica. This routine happened quite often until he was old enough to understand what we were doing to him. Then the nick name &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;sort legs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; tall)&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dums&lt;/span&gt; came into play. When he was young he had a hard time saying his name and we called him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt; sort for Jason Blake and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dum&lt;/span&gt; was his way of saying Adams. When we were younger my parents had a boat we would go to Lake Powell all the time. It was around the sametime Shania Twain was popular and I remember him sitting at the front of the boat singing "I feel like a Women" he can always make people laugh with joking personality. He was such a great sport and put up with all the torture of his sisters. Growing up Jason was such a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;protector&lt;/span&gt; of his Mom and Sisters, even though he was considerably younger then us he would stand up to any one. I remember my senior year my sister Stacy got married and at her wedding one of the Grooms Men wouldn't leave me alone, Jason walked right up to him and told him to leave me alone or he was going to have to deal with him, let me remind you that he was only like 9 years and this guys was probably about 20. He has always been the one to defend people, wether it be the shy, not so popular kid at school or his family you could always count on him. Jason looks so much like Adam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sandler&lt;/span&gt;, my family loves to watch any movie with him in it, sometime his personalities are even the same. Jason always brings a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt; to my face he can lite up the room with his contagious smile. He gives the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; Bear Hugs, he is about 6'4 and when he wraps his arms around you its like being hugged by a cuddly bear. Jason holds a &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; special spot in my heart. He is my only Brother and someone that I love dearly. Ever since Owen was a baby he and Jason had a great connection. Owen talks about his Uncle Jason all the time and misses him. We haven't had much contact with Jason over the past year or so, but not a day goes by that I don't think about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a picture of Owen ,Uncle Jason, and Ashlee on Christmas Eve. Owen was so excited to see him&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDcp7BzS90I/AAAAAAAAAX0/fWWpi-kD20s/s1600-h/05-23-~3+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203673988522506050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDcp7BzS90I/AAAAAAAAAX0/fWWpi-kD20s/s320/05-23-~3+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture of Owen and Jason. This picture was taken like 3 years ago at my Moms house. When ever Owen looks at this picture he says "Uncle Jason is laying on top of the water asleep with me on his belly, how did he do that?" Owen thinks he has some &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Super Hero Powers&lt;/span&gt; or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDcpehzS9yI/AAAAAAAAAXk/E34LL5SOssY/s1600-h/05-23-~1+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203673498896234274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDcpehzS9yI/AAAAAAAAAXk/E34LL5SOssY/s320/05-23-~1+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know if Jason reads this blog but, on the off chance that he does I just want him to know how much I care about him. Where ever you find yourself on this special day I hope you are &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;healthy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;safe&lt;/span&gt;. I hope you know how much we all love and miss you. I have great childhood memories of you but some adult ones would be great too. Hold your head up high, you are a great person have a great day. Lots of Love from your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Big&lt;/span&gt; Sis!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Happy Birthday Brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5028887938200933641-5101036628358370206?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/5101036628358370206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=5101036628358370206' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/5101036628358370206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/5101036628358370206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/05/big-21.html' title='The Big 21!!'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDcp7BzS90I/AAAAAAAAAX0/fWWpi-kD20s/s72-c/05-23-~3+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-37852400163452934</id><published>2008-05-21T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T12:34:14.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Owen's Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Owen's Preschool Graduation. Mrs. K had a great program for all us proud Parents. It was so fun to see all the wonderful things she has taught our kids. She asked all the kids to tell us what they wanted to be and Owen said he wanted to be a Knight in Shining Armor. I wonder what the pay scale for that job is? I am so excited that Owen is going to Kindergarten next year but so sad that he wont have Mrs. K as a teacher anymore. She is great I owe Owen's smartness to her. I sat and cried like a baby through the whole program I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; alone I had a great teacher of tears with me thanks Mom, you would have thought we were at a funeral. I just love how much she cares for these kids and how much she enjoys teaching. Owen loves her and will be so sad when he realizes that she really won't be at Kindergarten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Doesn't&lt;/span&gt; he look so dang cute in his Cap and Gown!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDSezoHnfBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/LhD2hmAbtuE/s1600-h/grad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202958079299648530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDSezoHnfBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/LhD2hmAbtuE/s320/grad.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here he is the proud holder of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-Kindergarten Certificate with Mrs. K. She also did awards for the kids. Last year Owen got the "Smarter than Mrs. K " Award and this year he got the "Rocket Scientist" award. She said he has question for everything. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; my boy!! His prize was a Rocket. Owen is obsessed with rockets he was happy to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202960286912838722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDSg0IHnfEI/AAAAAAAAAXc/hfi249-9C8A/s320/graduation+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202958075004681218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDSezYHnfAI/AAAAAAAAAW8/6TQ100cSr9E/s320/05-21-2008+05%3B09%3B38PM+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here he is Mr. Happy himself with Calvin, Kai and Jackson&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202960274027936802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDSgzYHnfCI/AAAAAAAAAXM/zsQ9ZB-EY-A/s320/graduation+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Two peas in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pod&lt;/span&gt;. These two boys just loved being in school together for the past 2 years. Owen keeps asking if Kai will be at kindergarten. They played so great together I am glad he has became such good friends with him and hopefully he will find some else that is just as great next year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202960282617871410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDSgz4HnfDI/AAAAAAAAAXU/f_BduwoWCw8/s320/graduation+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Mrs. K thanks again for another great year. I am sure you will go down in history in Owen's eye's. You are wonderful we will miss you!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am really proud of Owen and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; he has accomplished over the past 2 years. I know that it is just preschool but I think he did such a great job. I love you buddy, I am proud to be your Mom and blessed you picked me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-37852400163452934?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/37852400163452934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=37852400163452934' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/37852400163452934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/37852400163452934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/05/owens-graduation.html' title='Owen&apos;s Graduation'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDSezoHnfBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/LhD2hmAbtuE/s72-c/grad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-2384359548423422584</id><published>2008-05-20T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T23:07:14.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Local Hair Dresser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what it is about my Laundry room but for some reason people will &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anything, &lt;/span&gt;while getting their hair done. Stewart has always said "If the walls of the Laundry Room could talk there would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;trouble&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" well that was what I did tonight. I feel into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;trap&lt;/span&gt; of Bekki.  I have needed to get into the salon to get my hair colored but can never find the time to do it. Bekki has offered a million times but I kindly &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;decline. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Color can be a scary thing and I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pink &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;hair &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(no offense &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bek&lt;/span&gt; it looks great on you but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; pull it off&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/span&gt; Well tonight I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;succumbed&lt;/span&gt; to peer pressure once again. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;let&lt;/span&gt; Bekki color my hair, or should I say Apply the color to my hair. I mixed the color she put it on my head. Stewart was glad, when I make him color my hair he always complains that the gloves are to tight. She actually did a great job. So I wanted to let everyone know she is taking &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; Clients :)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDO3WYHne_I/AAAAAAAAAW0/ed-Q0-usMOI/s1600-h/hair+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202703589602458610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDO3WYHne_I/AAAAAAAAAW0/ed-Q0-usMOI/s320/hair+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is putting the color on. The things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I do can sometime be a little scary, but I must say I had full trust and confidence in my new little hair dresser. She did however reach for the scissors &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; when she was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cut off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDO3MIHne8I/AAAAAAAAAWc/9JAKKwONRrU/s1600-h/hair+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202703413508799426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDO3MIHne8I/AAAAAAAAAWc/9JAKKwONRrU/s320/hair+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aren't we cute in our shower caps. Oh the things Women do to look pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDO3MYHne9I/AAAAAAAAAWk/R08HJ5oNcmw/s1600-h/hair+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202703417803766738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDO3MYHne9I/AAAAAAAAAWk/R08HJ5oNcmw/s320/hair+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDO3M4Hne-I/AAAAAAAAAWs/6WwaXpU-gSQ/s1600-h/hair+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We actually had a great time, but what do you expect, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bek&lt;/span&gt; + Mel = &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FUN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks Bekki!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/5028887938200933641-2384359548423422584?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/2384359548423422584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=2384359548423422584' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/2384359548423422584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/2384359548423422584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-local-hair-dresser.html' title='The New Local Hair Dresser'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SDO3WYHne_I/AAAAAAAAAW0/ed-Q0-usMOI/s72-c/hair+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-6157116378337829330</id><published>2008-05-19T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:26:49.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Garden?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;Warning:&lt;/span&gt; This post you may think is full of &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;bragging&lt;/span&gt; but that is a Mothers right!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Stewart and I have been very &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;undecided&lt;/span&gt; with what we should do with Owen next year for school. He misses the cut off date for Kindergarten by 1 week. He has already had 2 years of Preschool with the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt; teacher out there, we kinda thought 3 years would be over &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;kill&lt;/span&gt;. After talking to his teacher and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; we decided to test him to see if he could even go early. I took him on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; for the testing and they called me this morning to tell us he got &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;. They asked him a total of 90 questions. He had to write his alphabet lower and upper case, know the sounds off all the letters, count to 50, write his numbers, write his name first and last, pattern things, color, recognize and draw his shapes and cut things out. He got &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;89 correct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; apparently Owen is not the best Diamond drawer which seems &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a little&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; to me that they would even have him draw a diamond but &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Whatever&lt;/span&gt; he is clearly &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for Kindergarten with only missing &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;one &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and he will not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;be a Diamond Designer when he grows up&lt;/span&gt;. I am so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;proud&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of him.  He did such a good job, he is such a smart little boy and loves school.  He did however inform us that we need to build a garden now, I asked way and he said " MOM I am going to Kinder Garden" I guess that wasn't one of the questions of the test. :) We are excited for him to be able to go to school with his friends from church and he is so excited to be able to ride the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;bus&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah for him, and for me, no more driving to school.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;  So you may wonder,  where does the brains come from? Well duh me of course. :)&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-6157116378337829330?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/6157116378337829330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=6157116378337829330' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/6157116378337829330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/6157116378337829330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/05/garden.html' title='A Garden?'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-5281437108222470231</id><published>2008-05-15T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T20:49:15.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better late than NEVER!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Kathleen. I hope you have had a great Birthday&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCz-h4Hne7I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/JIyY1pR7QzU/s1600-h/Kathleen_021+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200811527659551666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCz-h4Hne7I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/JIyY1pR7QzU/s320/Kathleen_021+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kathleen is the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Funnest &lt;/span&gt;person to be around. She always makes me laugh. I am so glad she moved into our ward so now I can see her more than once a year for hair appointment. She has &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;greatest&lt;/span&gt; hair, so she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; have to come very often but, I always love it when she does come. She is a &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;wonderful &lt;/span&gt;Mother and Friend. I love how honest and up front she is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bekki and I had a &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;blast &lt;/span&gt;acting like teenagers decorating her house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;last night&lt;/span&gt; while she was sitting in the room right in front of us with the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;lights on&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;blinds drawn&lt;/span&gt;, and the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;windows&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;OPEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. We were &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;army crawling&lt;/span&gt; across the patio laughing our butts off. So next year can you please not be so stubborn when your husband &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tries&lt;/span&gt; to get you out of the office. So who wears the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pants&lt;/span&gt; in that relationship? :) It actually made it more &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; knowing that you could have possibly heard us. I hope you 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday was everything you dreamed of and more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-5281437108222470231?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/5281437108222470231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=5281437108222470231' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/5281437108222470231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/5281437108222470231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/05/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better late than NEVER!!'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCz-h4Hne7I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/JIyY1pR7QzU/s72-c/Kathleen_021+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-3709074235723423294</id><published>2008-05-13T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T20:08:07.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Hunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCpXB4Hne6I/AAAAAAAAAWI/LoOAXmVS6pE/s1600-h/Stewarts+bday+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200064409508477858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCpXB4Hne6I/AAAAAAAAAWI/LoOAXmVS6pE/s320/Stewarts+bday+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCpWtYHne4I/AAAAAAAAAV4/GqE9cqatVK0/s1600-h/Stewarts+bday+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200064057321159554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCpWtYHne4I/AAAAAAAAAV4/GqE9cqatVK0/s320/Stewarts+bday+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCpWtoHne5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/duDqOSXCS4U/s1600-h/Stewarts+bday+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen insisted on having Party Hats and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Party&lt;/span&gt; Blowers, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; they look &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCm8hIHneyI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Rszw_daeK2I/s1600-h/DSC_0309_lzn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199894522077084450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCm8hIHneyI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Rszw_daeK2I/s320/DSC_0309_lzn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is Stewart's Birthday. I wanted to give him a Birthday Shout out. I know all of you think that you have the most amazing Husband ,but I cant help and wonder how that can be, because I am Married to the&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MOST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wonderful, amazing person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199894152709896962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCm8LoHnewI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ZKsmdvdmy_E/s320/duckpark+036+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Not only is he a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Husband but he is the&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;BEST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Dad to our two boys. When Stewart is gone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;durning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the day Owen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;repeatedly&lt;/span&gt; tells me how he misses his Dad and Ethan thinks that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; a door is opened that it is Dad and he comes racing through the house screaming "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" and is very sad when all he sees is me. Whats up with that. Stewart will spend endless hours on the trampoline or in the Sandbox with the boys, and if you live anywhere near us you can account to the fact that he &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;LIVES&lt;/span&gt; at the park with the boys. Nothing brings me more JOY than seeing such a large man such as my husband getting down to there level and playing like a kid and not caring what anyone else thinks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* Stewart is &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;kind&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;loving&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;patient&lt;/span&gt; with me and the kid's. He &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; raises his voice with us and that I know has got to be difficult at times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* He is a great &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;example&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of a hard worker &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*He&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the Lord&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* He thinks Taco Bell is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mexican&lt;/span&gt; food an loves it :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*He's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, he's the biggest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jokester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; he makes me laugh all the time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*He is so &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;giving&lt;/span&gt;, he will but everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Else's&lt;/span&gt; needs in front of his own, he would do anything for anyone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Hes &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Forgiving&lt;/span&gt;, no matter what I do he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; hold a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;grudge&lt;/span&gt; and is always the first to say Sorry. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(the Lord knew I would need that in a Husband)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*He&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;hates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Chocolate and Cheese &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wierd&lt;/span&gt; I know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*He is my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Friend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But the biggest reason why I love him so much is because he puts up with ME!! I feel blessed to have him for &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I am proud of him and his accomplishments he has made in his life. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; have asked for anything more in a Husband. Stewart I love you and look forward to spending the rest of my life with you. Thank you for everything you so for me and the kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-3709074235723423294?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/3709074235723423294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=3709074235723423294' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/3709074235723423294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/3709074235723423294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-is-stewarts-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday Hunny'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCpXB4Hne6I/AAAAAAAAAWI/LoOAXmVS6pE/s72-c/Stewarts+bday+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-1105097822921311087</id><published>2008-05-11T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:24:05.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCdUCIHneuI/AAAAAAAAAUo/SMrPo1qjyEA/s1600-h/parents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199216690338429666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCdUCIHneuI/AAAAAAAAAUo/SMrPo1qjyEA/s320/parents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love Mother's Day not because I am a Mother myself but because it is the one day that you can say all the wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; about your Mom and not look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for doing it.&lt;br /&gt;My mom is such a wonderful person. I have learned so much from her. Here are some fun and factual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; about My Mommy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* She always puts everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Else's&lt;/span&gt; needs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of her own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* She is a good &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;listener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* She is a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;perfectionist&lt;/span&gt;, I remember as a kid going shopping with her and if we wanted to buy something with stripes she had to make sure the stripes were lined up perfectly from front to back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* She is a great cook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* She is Awesome with the sewing machine. When I was pregnant with Ethan 2 of my sisters were pregnant too, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I talked to my mom she was sewing something for the new babies. She made blankets, bibs, burp cloths, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* She loves to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;spoil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;grand kids, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; a gift for every occasion, and there are gifts for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*She &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the Gospel and is a great example of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*She &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;cried&lt;/span&gt; when Brooke White got kicked off of American Idol :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Shes the only person I can text at &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;midnight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and get a response within minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* She loves her Kids and would do &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*She had her parents and two brothers living with her and my Dad, all at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;same time&lt;/span&gt; and never complained. So if your looking for a place to live there new motto is Mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Casa&lt;/span&gt; es&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;""&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*She is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;responsible &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199229119973784306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCdfVoHnevI/AAAAAAAAAUw/6t3DmH3TJSw/s320/2_253_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*She gives &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SONIC&lt;/span&gt; workers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; presents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*She's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Forgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Every morning she makes 2 drinks when she gets up, 1 water and 1 Diet Coke. If there was a shortage of &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Diet Coke&lt;/span&gt; we would have a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SERIOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; problem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*She loves Black licorice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*She is&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;loving&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;compassionate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;giving &lt;/span&gt;the list could go on and on but I think you get my point. I&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my Mom and am so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; she is in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for being so good to me and my family. We all love you very much. Your &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;selfless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; acts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;unnoticed&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-1105097822921311087?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/1105097822921311087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=1105097822921311087' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/1105097822921311087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/1105097822921311087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day-mom.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day Mom'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCdUCIHneuI/AAAAAAAAAUo/SMrPo1qjyEA/s72-c/parents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-7055026622973704205</id><published>2008-05-10T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T22:56:13.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCaFJMOGb5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/LAe4APytpbM/s1600-h/2_253_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198989212791500690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCaFJMOGb5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/LAe4APytpbM/s320/2_253_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We celebrated &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mother's Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at my Parent's house tonight. With &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; Sunday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;schedules&lt;/span&gt; it just seemed easier. We had a great time. I thought it would be a cute picture to get all the women of the family and their kids. With a Mom, 4 sisters, an Aunt, 9 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; and a cousin I think it turned out pretty good.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCZ_Y8OGb3I/AAAAAAAAATw/WzITrj0GEUw/s1600-h/IMG_2646.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We gave the kids Ice Cream Cones and they were all eating them in a line in the backyard. No one told them to go sit there but all 10 of them found a spot right next to the rocks for an easy easy throw into the pool.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Dad, someday the kids will be old enough to know that the rocks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; belong in the pool, but for now I call it &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; pool design on your part:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCZ-GMOGb0I/AAAAAAAAATY/MDuyIhkOcNo/s1600-h/2+231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198981464670498626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCZ-GMOGb0I/AAAAAAAAATY/MDuyIhkOcNo/s320/2+231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alyssa and Ethan filling up their cup with rocks for a nice &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;splash &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;in the pool &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198993593658142626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCaJIMOGb6I/AAAAAAAAAUI/ep4Y-2DYvJQ/s320/2_237_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mark, Owen, and Ashlee enjoying there cone&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCZ-GsOGb1I/AAAAAAAAATg/aLcDAZXgbtg/s1600-h/2+227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198981473260433234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCZ-GsOGb1I/AAAAAAAAATg/aLcDAZXgbtg/s320/2+227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Uncle Doug just moved down here form Utah. He is a Salesman for a Harley Dealership in Chandler. Owen loves his bike. He thinks it is one cool, blue &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;bike&lt;/span&gt;. He finally got the guts to ask if he could sit on it. He thought he was so cool. After we got in the car he said "Mom, next time I want to see that Uncle Doug can drive it" So Doug get &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;geared up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCZ9C8OGbwI/AAAAAAAAAS4/gjiV29OJUzE/s1600-h/2+261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198980309324295938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCZ9C8OGbwI/AAAAAAAAAS4/gjiV29OJUzE/s320/2+261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After Owen got off Ethan kept saying &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Me, Me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; so he got a turn too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCZ9DcOGbxI/AAAAAAAAATA/A-v0QfBea5g/s1600-h/2+263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198980317914230546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCZ9DcOGbxI/AAAAAAAAATA/A-v0QfBea5g/s320/2+263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa and Ethan &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCZ9DsOGbyI/AAAAAAAAATI/XFkuA1DjA0U/s1600-h/2+258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198980322209197858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCZ9DsOGbyI/AAAAAAAAATI/XFkuA1DjA0U/s320/2+258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once again an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;eventful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; night at the Adams household. Thanks Mom and Dad we had a great time. Owen and Ethan always enjoy there time and Grandma and Grandpas house in fact as we pulled into the drive tonight Owen asked what time we were going back tomorrow. Sorry son they live to far away or as Grandpa would say "We live to far away". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5028887938200933641-7055026622973704205?l=adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/feeds/7055026622973704205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5028887938200933641&amp;postID=7055026622973704205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/7055026622973704205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5028887938200933641/posts/default/7055026622973704205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofsome.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-celebrated-mothers-day-at-my-parents.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652949608340558938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SUCUVOG-dPI/AAAAAAAABLI/bewuBIR2ZIE/S220/family+pics+038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCaFJMOGb5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/LAe4APytpbM/s72-c/2_253_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5028887938200933641.post-8314113953580649600</id><published>2008-05-09T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T21:48:20.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday was Owen's Mothers Day party for school. They had the cutest program for all of us &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;proud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mom's. When we first got there she had all the kids in a line holding their names and on the table was portraits they had drawn of their mom's, we had to take our child's name and guess which drawing was of us. It was kinda tricky will 12 other little kids drawings but right away I knew which one was Owen's I kept questioning myself because other mom's thought it was their child's too. I put my name on it and sure enough I was RIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I am man I am cute&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCUieMOGbqI/AAAAAAAAASI/78uK7D7exYc/s1600-h/1+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198599246940892834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCUieMOGbqI/AAAAAAAAASI/78uK7D7exYc/s320/1+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Owen holding his picture with two other names on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCUie8OGbrI/AAAAAAAAASQ/_Im6IBHR6eU/s1600-h/1+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198599259825794738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCUie8OGbrI/AAAAAAAAASQ/_Im6IBHR6eU/s320/1+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They sang and signed a Mothers song it was adorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCUVPMOGboI/AAAAAAAAAR4/4QwhBf04gDI/s1600-h/1+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198584695591693954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCUVPMOGboI/AAAAAAAAAR4/4QwhBf04gDI/s320/1+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They planted flowers for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCUVPsOGbpI/AAAAAAAAASA/NluRZX_VIZU/s1600-h/1+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198584704181628562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lh3VAVv7JBs/SCUVPsOGbpI/AAAAAAAAASA/NluRZX_VIZU/s320/1+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best part of the program was when she played &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-
