<?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-7248874180744234780</id><updated>2011-11-27T21:15:59.125-07:00</updated><category term='crew'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='overheard'/><category term='heart surgery'/><title type='text'>Reader Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-4623887863252810862</id><published>2011-11-24T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T20:00:09.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so thankful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My heart is so full today.&amp;#160; I have so many things to be grateful for.&amp;#160; But today – and these past couple months in particular – this picture about says it all.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-63u6vNWM6pE/Ts8Ety17VbI/AAAAAAAABeI/SlawZ8T8-is/s1600-h/chiefofmedstaff_lg%25255B119%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="chiefofmedstaff_lg" border="0" alt="chiefofmedstaff_lg" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-WBWxzq5uin4/Ts8EuEM0lXI/AAAAAAAABeQ/MGXvC3ynvvQ/chiefofmedstaff_lg_thumb%25255B117%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="276" height="354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It has been a tough couple months.&amp;#160; Seeing Crew go through so much. Knowing for the past couple months that my baby is in heart failure, and always wondering in the back of my mind if we’ll be able to see him grow up (although things are looking good now).&amp;#160; But then I think of the blessings that have filled our lives since September 19, and my soul is overwhelmed with feelings of gratitude for the reality of a loving God who doesn’t desert His children in times of trial.&amp;#160; I have felt His love so strongly as I have cried and prayed more in the past couple months than more at any other time in my life.&amp;#160; I’ve learned so much.&amp;#160; Maybe Crew had to go through this for me.&amp;#160; So Heavenly Father could teach me things He couldn’t in any other way.&amp;#160; I am grateful for the things I have learned…and the things I have yet to learn.&amp;#160; I go to bed each night and offer up prayers of gratitude for all that I’ve been given . . . and I’m sure to get up the next morning enjoying the profound and unceasing blessings of a new day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-4623887863252810862?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4623887863252810862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=4623887863252810862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/4623887863252810862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/4623887863252810862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-thankful.html' title='so thankful.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-WBWxzq5uin4/Ts8EuEM0lXI/AAAAAAAABeQ/MGXvC3ynvvQ/s72-c/chiefofmedstaff_lg_thumb%25255B117%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-6935873573117669091</id><published>2011-10-09T19:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:07:10.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eight weeks old and an update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;And what a whirlwind these past eight weeks have been!&amp;#160; Parts of them have flown by, and some minutes have seemed like hours.&amp;#160; From adjusting to a newborn at home and becoming a family of 7 (it still blows me away that I have &lt;em&gt;5 &lt;/em&gt;kids!), to a week in the hospital, and learning about Crew and his likes, dislikes, and little internal schedule as he is home and recovering.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is a day after coming home from the hospital (he’s off of oxygen now)-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-MnYatKctocg/TpJTQWpBDRI/AAAAAAAABbw/yi_yjN12Ey4/s1600-h/blog%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-EgAtg5lS-XQ/TpJTQzI73sI/AAAAAAAABb0/QYmD4L7ANn8/blog_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="642" height="482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And yesterday when he turned eight weeks old-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-KHa9_SyEQ0Q/TpJTRerQp0I/AAAAAAAABb4/cFWpDpDO3MA/s1600-h/blog4%252520-%252520colorized%25255B27%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-RbwLkOQac78/TpJTRjmwglI/AAAAAAAABb8/DlmwokOnBvE/blog4%252520-%252520colorized_thumb%25255B25%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="642" height="409" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-NTlAccHoWhQ/TpJTSBOCudI/AAAAAAAABcA/cDYA3PQE5Zk/s1600-h/blog1%252520-%252520colorized%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-UMTm1C7k5RY/TpJTSiXtiDI/AAAAAAAABcE/0Eda8WXYq_c/blog1%252520-%252520colorized_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="642" height="414" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Isn’t he cute (I might be a little biased)? And do you see that slight hint of red in his hair?!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We went to his follow-up appointment with cardiothoracic surgery on Wednesday.&amp;#160; It didn’t go quite as I had expected.&amp;#160; They took his weight (he’s gained almost a pound since he’s been home – you can even tell from looking the pictures above), checked his vitals, did a chest x-ray, and did an echo to check his heart function.&amp;#160; Then you meet with the doctor. Instead, three doctors came in, and each one examined him. They then left the room and came back a few minutes later. I would have bet they were going to tell me everything looked great.&amp;#160; Instead, they told me that Crew has a new heart defect called coarctation of the aorta.&amp;#160; They reviewed all of his past echos, and it didn’t show up at all.&amp;#160; It had developed in the past nine days since he had been home. This is super rare (as Crew’s heart apparently is) to develop it this late.&amp;#160; The echo showed it was fairly severe.&amp;#160; Normally, they would have admitted him and planned for surgery to correct it.&amp;#160; However, since Crew wasn’t showing any severe symptoms during examination, they wanted to wait a few weeks since there is a 5-10% chance it will correct on it’s own.&amp;#160; And since surgery is more likely than not, they felt the extra few weeks would help him build up some strength and reserve and maybe he’d put on another pound or two before they most likely have to operate again. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-7uXYzMT5yIw/TpJTSwiAW1I/AAAAAAAABcI/pFYTd8LeUhY/s1600-h/COARCTATION%25255B8%25255D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="COARCTATION" border="0" alt="COARCTATION" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-JYtKFh90R-s/TpJTTY_j6SI/AAAAAAAABcM/KgJilV-s1kE/COARCTATION_thumb%25255B4%25255D.gif?imgmax=800" width="604" height="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m not sure why this sweet baby has to go through all this, but it’s okay.&amp;#160; I don’t need all the answers.&amp;#160; I just need to have faith.&amp;#160; And I do.&amp;#160; I have faith that Heavenly Father’s Plan is perfect.&amp;#160; And this is part of His plan.&amp;#160; In the meantime, we’ll love on him as much as possible. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-6935873573117669091?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6935873573117669091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=6935873573117669091' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/6935873573117669091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/6935873573117669091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2011/10/eight-weeks-old-and-update.html' title='eight weeks old and an update.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-EgAtg5lS-XQ/TpJTQzI73sI/AAAAAAAABb0/QYmD4L7ANn8/s72-c/blog_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-540394746514166150</id><published>2011-09-21T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T11:25:29.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crew'/><title type='text'>the rest of the story...</title><content type='html'>Wow.&amp;nbsp; The last&amp;nbsp;48 hours has been a little bit crazy, to say the least.&amp;nbsp; Here's the rest of the story... &lt;br /&gt;Cor triatriatum:&amp;nbsp; First reported in 1868,&lt;sup sizcache="324" sizset="38"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:showrefcontent('refrenceslayer');"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004276; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[1] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;cor triatriatum, that is, a heart with 3 atria (triatrial heart), is a congenital anomaly in which the left atrium (cor triatriatum sinistrum) or right atrium (cor triatriatum dextrum) is divided into 2 parts by a fold of tissue, a membrane, or a fibromuscular band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the&amp;nbsp;diagnosis that has changed our plans a little&amp;nbsp;bit this week.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past couple weeks, Crew's color had been a little 'off'.&amp;nbsp; He was a a yellow color, but not a jaundiced yellow color.&amp;nbsp; Then about a week ago, we started noticing he would have short periods of time throughout the day while he was sleeping that he would be pale and clammy.&amp;nbsp; 'I'll just watch him,' I thought, as a few minutes later he&amp;nbsp;would return&amp;nbsp;to baseline.&amp;nbsp; I checked his temperature a few times, and he didn't have a fever.&amp;nbsp; 'Maybe that's just him,'&amp;nbsp;LJ and I&amp;nbsp;continued to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, over the weekend, he became a little more irritable than usual.&amp;nbsp; And he wasn't eating quite as well, he would only eat while the milk came easily and then stop.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;L.J. set up a surprise visit from my mom and sister on Sunday to celebrate my birthday which was earlier in the week.&amp;nbsp; I'm glad they came to see me, but looking back&amp;nbsp;I know it was divine intervention.&amp;nbsp; They spent the day with us and confirmed&amp;nbsp;our suspisions that something was a little off with Crew, and I wasn't just being a paranoid mom.&amp;nbsp; I called the clinic where we take him, and got an appointment for in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning went on as usual, and we went to his appointment at 11:00.&amp;nbsp; I went, 90% sure they were going to check him out, say he was okay, just to watch him, and send us home.&amp;nbsp; Afterall, there were just a few little things that concerned me, but nothing was blatantly wrong.&amp;nbsp; I would have been okay with that, feeling better that he was checked out by the pediatritian.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pediatritian checked him out and spent about 45 minutes with us.&amp;nbsp; He said he heard a tiny heart murmur, but only because he listened really hard, and this wasn't too unusual for a newborn.&amp;nbsp; He said with his coloring, he could have a liver issue,&amp;nbsp;or with his irritability and lack of zeal to eat well, he could have some pyloric stenosis.&amp;nbsp; He said, "it might just be nothing.&amp;nbsp; But my gut is telling me that he needs to go to Primary's and get checked out." And I thank Heavenly Father everyday since that Dr. Gould listened to his gut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home and I grabbed some lunch and a book knowing that the wait in the ER could take a while.&amp;nbsp; L.J. and a neighbor gave Crew a blessing.&amp;nbsp; How grateful I am that&amp;nbsp;I have a husband and we have&amp;nbsp;neighbors that are worthy and willing to administer a blessing at a moment's notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived&amp;nbsp;at the ER and talked with the doctor.&amp;nbsp; He ordered lots of blood tests and a&amp;nbsp;chest x-ray.&amp;nbsp; The chest x-ray showed that Crew's little heart was very enlarged.&amp;nbsp; They then did&amp;nbsp;an echocardiogram to get a closer look at his heart.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In the middle of the echo the cardiology fellow walked in to&amp;nbsp;say hi, glanced at the screen for about 10 seconds,&amp;nbsp;and asked the echo tech if it was 'cor.'&amp;nbsp;She said that it was.&amp;nbsp; He then explained to me that he was born with three atriums instead of&amp;nbsp;two&amp;nbsp;and there was&amp;nbsp;a little&amp;nbsp;hole in between two of the atriums.&amp;nbsp; Due to the way the blood is pumped through the heart and lungs,&amp;nbsp;his right ventricle (which does a lot of the pumping) was very sick, and a lot of the blood it was able to pump was not oxygenated.&amp;nbsp;Blood was backing up and causing high pressures in&amp;nbsp;the blood vessels to his lungs as well.&amp;nbsp; They would admit him and do surgery on Wednesday.&amp;nbsp; I asked the echo tech if this was common, and she said she had never seen it.&amp;nbsp; I later asked the cardiology fellow how often he had seen this condition, and he said 'never.'&amp;nbsp; I was&amp;nbsp;so impressed that for having it be such a rare condition, they still knew exactly what is was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several hours later&amp;nbsp;they took us to the cardiac intensive care unit (CICU)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;hooked him up to more monitors, and drew more labs.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;About an hour later&amp;nbsp;after some concerning lab results, they decided to take him to surgery&amp;nbsp;that night.&amp;nbsp; They took him to surgery at 11:00 pm.&amp;nbsp; The surgeon told me there was a 5% chance of complications in surgery, but&amp;nbsp;100% risk of mortality if the surgery was not done.&amp;nbsp; So in 12 hours we went from thinking they would just send us home&amp;nbsp;from the pediatrician's&amp;nbsp;office to emergent&amp;nbsp;open heart surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We prayed&amp;nbsp;and cried and prayed some more.&amp;nbsp; How helpless you feel when your little baby is having&amp;nbsp;his chest cracked open, and his heart stopped and circulation halted to his entire body.&amp;nbsp; Knowing the only thing we could do was pray, that's what we did.&amp;nbsp; We prayed and hugged and cried&amp;nbsp;and prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;At&amp;nbsp;2:30 am, surgery was over.&amp;nbsp; It was a success.&amp;nbsp; They did have&amp;nbsp;to shock his heart once after the extra membrane was removed to get his rhythm back to normal, but he responded well.&amp;nbsp; He did have a big pleural effusion, but&amp;nbsp;that was expected.&amp;nbsp; He told me the extra membrane in his heart had a hole the size of the tip of a ballpoint pen&amp;nbsp;that that the blood was flowing through.&amp;nbsp; He told me there are about 200 documented cases of this heart defect since it was discovered in 1868.&amp;nbsp; Crew was the third baby in&amp;nbsp;25 years he had seen with his condition.&amp;nbsp; Most die of heart failure before it is caught.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He said that Crew should make a full&amp;nbsp;recovery.&amp;nbsp; He should not need any further surgeries.&amp;nbsp; Recovery would be a few weeks at least so his heart and lungs&amp;nbsp;recover and learn to function how&amp;nbsp;they&amp;nbsp;should without the extra membrane.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I hugged Dr. Gruber (who happened to be the chief of staff of cardiothoracic surgery&amp;nbsp;who was on that week)&amp;nbsp;and told him thank you for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Post-op day 1.5, recovery is slow but sure.&amp;nbsp; Crew is awake for short periods of time and making progess towards getting the breathing tube out.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They are feeding&amp;nbsp;him a tiny bit through a tube in his nose now that his GI system has enough blood to function properly.&amp;nbsp; He is still on a lot of meds to help his heart function a little bit better,&amp;nbsp;and control his pain, and has needed some blood transfusions.&amp;nbsp; But he will do great.&amp;nbsp; He know he is in capable hands.&amp;nbsp; All of this is par for the course - of open heart surgery that is.&amp;nbsp; They told me there is not&amp;nbsp;really a&amp;nbsp;par for him since his contition and surgery are rare.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Every one new that comes in his room says something along the&amp;nbsp;lines of, "oh, this is the special boy!" :)&amp;nbsp; Yep, he sure is.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I know that he is still here for a reason.&amp;nbsp; It's&amp;nbsp;Heavenly Father's plan.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Crew has such a noble spirit,&amp;nbsp;and here to accomplish great things.&amp;nbsp; We are&amp;nbsp;overwhelmed&amp;nbsp;with all&amp;nbsp;of your love and concern and support.&amp;nbsp; Thank you, from the bottom of our hearts,&amp;nbsp;for your prayers in his behalf.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We love you little buddy, all 9 pounds of you.&amp;nbsp; And we are&amp;nbsp;so happy your broken heart is fixed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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 &lt;p&gt;bear lake&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;birthdays&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;playing with friends&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;sleeping in&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;getting ready for baby&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;no schedule at all&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;just being together as a family.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This summer has been a wonderful one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am so sad to see it come to an end...until next year.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-1607238946115555950?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1607238946115555950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=1607238946115555950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/1607238946115555950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/1607238946115555950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/goodbye-summer.html' title='goodbye, summer.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-eaKcPJMHp_k/Tm23zWHnbpI/AAAAAAAABXg/89iVY6w6L7Y/s72-c/IMG_2290_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-921780888803126142</id><published>2011-08-27T14:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T14:49:33.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he melts me…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-u5AErEHhDHM/TllmOIx1I-I/AAAAAAAABWc/1155HxaLvgY/s1600-h/2011-7290-1%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; 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&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;…can you see why? :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-921780888803126142?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/921780888803126142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=921780888803126142' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/921780888803126142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/921780888803126142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2011/08/he-melts-me.html' title='he melts me…'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Aa-1jekWFLc/TllmOQr4tiI/AAAAAAAABWg/SCKGGIZoRPA/s72-c/2011-7290-1_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-8760156588356763532</id><published>2011-08-21T20:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T20:44:01.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he’s here!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-dZQKakiRoUs/TlHQaLyvRRI/AAAAAAAABVc/9QzyhnIB49g/s1600-h/C%252520smile%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="C smile" border="0" alt="C smile" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-0TdI1Ppv98c/TlHQaWTL0cI/AAAAAAAABVg/4IMcITeLvb0/C%252520smile_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="642" height="481" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Introducing…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Crew James Reader&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;August 13, 2011&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;at 3:52 pm&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;7 lbs. 6 oz. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;21 inches long&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-7qgiUlcD7v4/TlHQany0ILI/AAAAAAAABVk/AX9e3BCqQOE/s1600-h/C%252520cute%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="C cute" border="0" alt="C cute" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-WY91K2Xw2aA/TlHQbeVx0jI/AAAAAAAABVo/qCoDQvyP3Vc/C%252520cute_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="642" height="482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-SikETNER_cs/TlHQb_ts6fI/AAAAAAAABVs/iZqlQrEsNZo/s1600-h/C%252520foot%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; 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&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-bYYTcx7jVGs/TlHQeEqGLDI/AAAAAAAABWE/yeV1XhAkFVE/s1600-h/C%252520fingers%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="C fingers" border="0" alt="C fingers" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-6dJJ-yv1aVg/TlHQeajxleI/AAAAAAAABWI/oD5-z6FsiT4/C%252520fingers_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="642" height="482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-MARESCc_wxY/TlHQe0m-ecI/AAAAAAAABWM/hC54-otCMMA/s1600-h/C%252520hand%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="C hand" border="0" alt="C hand" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-OxZX27q2hnM/TlHQfFZ55vI/AAAAAAAABWQ/3_JfvlFeZzM/C%252520hand_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="642" height="482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-W8cgz8l45UY/TlHQfyVKgSI/AAAAAAAABWU/XXPfgsjksmw/s1600-h/C%252520profile%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="C profile" border="0" alt="C profile" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-rzgVFXPudTQ/TlHQgFKDu0I/AAAAAAAABWY/k2ceEDrys5E/C%252520profile_thumb%25255B9%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="642" height="442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There is something magical about having a baby. Your baby. The way you know just how they like to be held. The way their eyes light up when you walk into a room. The way you can understand every noise they make. The way your heart feels like it just may burst out of you when you watch them sleep at night. I just can’t seem to get enough of him.&amp;#160; “There is something about a boy that just &lt;em&gt;gets&lt;/em&gt; you,” moms of boys tried to tell me.&amp;#160; &lt;em&gt;Possible, but not likely,&lt;/em&gt; I thought.&amp;#160; I&lt;em&gt; won’t know what to do with a boy, I know how to love baby girls&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;#160; Boy, was I wrong.&amp;#160; When they laid him on my chest for the first time, I was completely overcome. I &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; that he was mine, and I was his.&amp;#160; I am so excited to get to know him, what gifts he brought here with him, what motivates him, what makes him unique, and why God sent him to me. So blessed to be his mommy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So now we are home and adjusting to life as a family of 6. His big sisters cannot get enough of him and daddy is pretty darn happy to have another boy in this house. I am just so very grateful to have my sweet little baby boy home, safe and sound. He is the best and life is good.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-8760156588356763532?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8760156588356763532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=8760156588356763532' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/8760156588356763532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/8760156588356763532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2011/08/hes-here.html' title='he’s here!!'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-0TdI1Ppv98c/TlHQaWTL0cI/AAAAAAAABVg/4IMcITeLvb0/s72-c/C%252520smile_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-9089295521140501183</id><published>2011-07-19T21:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T21:31:48.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no training wheels!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We’ve had such a fun, busy summer and I have been so bad at blogging!&amp;#160; I just wanted to do a quick post – Ellie and Addie can ride their bikes without training wheels now!&amp;#160; Ellie wanted hers off – it was kind of a random request last night as she had never mentioned it before.&amp;#160; Well, L.J. took them off, and she did great!&amp;#160; Not one crash, not even running along side her for a while.&amp;#160; He gave her a little push, and she took off (and this is the girl who trips over her own two feet and walks into things all the time).&amp;#160; We were surprised!&amp;#160; But so dang proud.&amp;#160; Well, Addie was not to be outdone, and wanted her training wheels off too.&amp;#160; We were not so surprised when she did great on her first try as well.&amp;#160; She’s a pro.&amp;#160; The girl is athletic and competitive.&amp;#160; And barely 4 (oops, need to catch up on birthdays too!).&amp;#160; Grant and Mace were there to cheer them on.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-dgHD-9UXPJU/TiZaIiQnDTI/AAAAAAAABU0/wYpilk2dtwI/s1600-h/IMG_2295%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; 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border-right: 0px" title="IMG_2294" border="0" alt="IMG_2294" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-d9pxveMHhvE/TiZaK2lWa_I/AAAAAAAABVI/-z485KrFZFw/IMG_2294_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-hiY_GP4WhSg/TiZaLQ6zG9I/AAAAAAAABVM/HKFsXx8Wp2Q/s1600-h/IMG_2306%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_2306" border="0" alt="IMG_2306" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-kRMPw-TrNTI/TiZaLzCVf1I/AAAAAAAABVQ/3qxauNr-j7A/IMG_2306_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-hOoGfqHPOy8/TiZaMR0CSSI/AAAAAAAABVU/UC10e3496BM/s1600-h/IMG_2303%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_2303" border="0" alt="IMG_2303" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-WFkJVe5w5WU/TiZaMupLeiI/AAAAAAAABVY/jSG1LkcRl_8/IMG_2303_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What a fun night. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-9089295521140501183?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9089295521140501183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=9089295521140501183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/9089295521140501183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/9089295521140501183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-training-wheels.html' title='no training wheels!'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-j_ijBw0_ZT4/TiZaJM-F79I/AAAAAAAABU4/mnZvnSba_2A/s72-c/IMG_2295_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-3226576151491937432</id><published>2011-06-02T12:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T12:33:34.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overheard'/><title type='text'>Overheard 4</title><content type='html'>Just overheard in the last 24 hours:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macie fell asleep really early last night and decided it was time to get up and watch Dora at 5:30 am this morning.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;was up getting ready for work anyways.&amp;nbsp; When I was headed out the&amp;nbsp;door, I gave her a kiss and a hug and said, "Bye Mace, I have to go to&amp;nbsp;work now. I love you!"&amp;nbsp; Macie said, "I go to work with you?" "No," I replied, "I have to go to the hospital and take care of the patients."&amp;nbsp; She responded, "But (fake cough, fake cough)- I sick too!!"&amp;nbsp; I sure wish I could bring her with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was laying down by Ellie and she had her hand on my belly feeling the baby move. She said, "Mom, I just love our little baby so much, and I haven't even met him yet! But I am a little worried about one thing."&amp;nbsp; "What's that?" I asked. "I'm worried I won't want to go to first grade because I will just want to stay home and kiss him all day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was in&amp;nbsp;the other room and Addie yelled, "Mom, you need to come here right now, or I start freaking out!" Thank goodness she warned me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was doing my hair&amp;nbsp;and Macie walked over and pulled up her shirt. "Look at my belly blubbon, Mom! It's cute, huh?" she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was doing some reading with Ellie and we were working on sight words.&amp;nbsp; The flashcard said&amp;nbsp;"&lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;", but Ellie sounded it out and said "goed".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"Ellie," I asked, "is goed a word?" trying to get her to think through it logically.&amp;nbsp; "Umm, yeah,&amp;nbsp;like we just goed to the pet store."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Oh right. What was I thinking? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie was saying the prayer last night, and for about five&amp;nbsp;minutes offered an extensive list of things we are thankful for and things to bless.&amp;nbsp; She finally concluded the prayer by saying, "and please bless all the people that have died, and everyone in the city, and everything in the town.&amp;nbsp; In the name of Jesus Christ, amen."&amp;nbsp; I guess that covers it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macie can't say the "s" at the beginning of words.&amp;nbsp; Some of her words that have become part of our family vocabulary are "lurpee" (Slurpee), "poon" (spoon) and "prinklers" (sprinklers).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure love these little girls.&amp;nbsp; They crack me up and melt my heart every single day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-3226576151491937432?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3226576151491937432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=3226576151491937432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/3226576151491937432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/3226576151491937432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/overheard-4.html' title='Overheard 4'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-7287889677464709203</id><published>2011-05-30T19:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T19:28:10.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>end of school hoopla.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;School is OVER. And I am so happy about it.&amp;#160; Don’t get me wrong, I think school is great.&amp;#160; But I’m just excited to have my kids all to myself on my days off.&amp;#160; Go where we want to go and do what we want to do.&amp;#160; And we have big plans.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Time is going by way too fast.&amp;#160; Addie was in preschool two days a week with Miss Tara.&amp;#160; She did such a good job with them.&amp;#160; And as sad as Addie will be when she realizes that she doesn’t get to go to kindergarten next year (she is dying to go), I think she will be okay because she will be going back to Miss Tara’s class.&amp;#160; Their end of the year program plans got rained out, so they did it under a church pavilion instead.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They sang and danced and it was super cute.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-LG2miWn80sA/TeRSJMQ90FI/AAAAAAAABT8/Hp2jyyM67x8/s1600-h/addie%252520school%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="addie school" border="0" alt="addie school" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/--bjSnuLP4l4/TeRSJixkYiI/AAAAAAAABUA/e16f99-3tPQ/addie%252520school_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-w5XgWD3pAHo/TeRSKN_kgKI/AAAAAAAABUE/qO8CPyNVCGM/s1600-h/addie%252520school%2525202%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="addie school 2" border="0" alt="addie school 2" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Hpjfr7Sqt9U/TeRSKQCkuuI/AAAAAAAABUI/uW1hTcr08rQ/addie%252520school%2525202_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-E8iuhkKsOig/TeRSKz88v-I/AAAAAAAABUM/zzJshwsjTtE/s1600-h/addie%252520school%2525203%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="addie school 3" border="0" alt="addie school 3" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-0ejx3Z02WPg/TeRSLCkYiMI/AAAAAAAABUQ/xiVIuTY8c5g/addie%252520school%2525203_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ellie’s last day of kindergarten.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-fhMksBMgAzw/TeRSLhaYExI/AAAAAAAABUU/XrQk5ICIEdM/s1600-h/Ellie%252520school%2525203%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Ellie school 3" border="0" alt="Ellie school 3" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-GYwSm_b366U/TeRSLykEpJI/AAAAAAAABUY/4F6ekWDxMx8/Ellie%252520school%2525203_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Y0dCPMd_uio/TeRSMaqy_vI/AAAAAAAABUc/5gLdPYEFhxU/s1600-h/Ellie%252520school%2525201%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Ellie school 1" border="0" alt="Ellie school 1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-PiWNhhyxS4k/TeRSMo0VZZI/AAAAAAAABUg/sILMcJURcmw/Ellie%252520school%2525201_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ellie with her teacher, Mrs. Hyre, who we adore.&amp;#160; So sad to leave her!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-nULu-D-Qfik/TeRSNFsNhiI/AAAAAAAABUk/HZuBqfZvZC4/s1600-h/Ellie%252520School%2525202%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Ellie School 2" border="0" alt="Ellie School 2" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-KPS9f6ouDz4/TeRSNjYP7II/AAAAAAAABUo/7Sn2lYO6rx0/Ellie%252520School%2525202_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(On a side note: see that freckle on Macie’s hand?&amp;#160; It is her only freckle and she is OCD about having her hands clean and wants it washed off all the time. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-VaSDibTdkoM/TeRSN9nVN-I/AAAAAAAABUs/Z4aevm0p6cU/s1600-h/Ellie%252520School%2525204%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Ellie School 4" border="0" alt="Ellie School 4" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-q53Y31U__Aw/TeRSOYylu5I/AAAAAAAABUw/BAKNgYE7SVE/Ellie%252520School%2525204_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aren’t they cute?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Man, I love these girls.&amp;#160; And I&amp;#160; am still amazed that I get to be their mom. When I watch them sleep at night my heart still skips a beat. My heart overflows more than ever with love for who they are, and who they are becoming, and who they help me to be.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-7287889677464709203?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7287889677464709203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=7287889677464709203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/7287889677464709203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/7287889677464709203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/end-of-school-hoopla.html' title='end of school hoopla.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/--bjSnuLP4l4/TeRSJixkYiI/AAAAAAAABUA/e16f99-3tPQ/s72-c/addie%252520school_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-8464246252763432977</id><published>2011-05-27T14:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T14:24:50.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the bathroom is FINALLY done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We started remodeling the girls’ bathroom two years ago.&amp;#160; And while it’s been functional and&lt;em&gt; mostly&lt;/em&gt; done for about 23 months, there was always something missing, or something I just wasn’t happy with.&amp;#160; But now, I can honestly say that it is done and I love it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here is the before…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-bBqlz7c93ko/TeAWYoUbkiI/AAAAAAAABSs/HNTaqkmbvic/s1600-h/2007%25252012%25252021%252520097%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="2007 12 21 097" border="0" alt="2007 12 21 097" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-HoPZ7zqsc-M/TeAWZG-Wg1I/AAAAAAAABSw/WuMpjCSVy3Q/2007%25252012%25252021%252520097_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="579" height="435" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and here is the after!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-WMjkCppd9jM/TeAWZr07iSI/AAAAAAAABS0/UByQ6A03z3s/s1600-h/bathroom%2525201%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="bathroom 1" border="0" alt="bathroom 1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-zQpU2VEsPFk/TeAWaP15-1I/AAAAAAAABS4/CQII3mngywk/bathroom%2525201_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="599" height="800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-o64uDFiS6EU/TeAWaV63T-I/AAAAAAAABS8/7FSZsol8GCI/s1600-h/bathroom%2525202%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="bathroom 2" border="0" alt="bathroom 2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-X9g6LZdueb8/TeAWa8s1tkI/AAAAAAAABTA/pODujTkrh50/bathroom%2525202_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="579" height="435" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I painted the cabinet and added some cute hardware.&amp;#160; Also got a new faucet and accessories to match.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-z7a7V4gIrzY/TeAWbCx137I/AAAAAAAABTE/LZef5WSuLXE/s1600-h/bathroom%2525205%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="bathroom 5" border="0" alt="bathroom 5" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-FZGw_xLmAxs/TeAWbrbDq9I/AAAAAAAABTI/zyK8EJumf10/bathroom%2525205_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="600" height="800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And a new mirror and a new light fixture installed by my own personal electrician. :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-VR2mQYwYIcM/TeAWcKxuUTI/AAAAAAAABTM/4nTc9LcfSVg/s1600-h/bathroom%2525203%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="bathroom 3" border="0" alt="bathroom 3" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-OZofUK-VmLs/TeAWcfXf-yI/AAAAAAAABTQ/i3IlFAuIm34/bathroom%2525203_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="579" height="435" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And this was the kicker to finish it all off – that cute shelf L.J. made for the girls’ towels.&amp;#160; And the best part -&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-1xgRy0OtB1s/TeAWc6kYkmI/AAAAAAAABTU/WGckpAltXaI/s1600-h/bathroom%2525206%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="bathroom 6" border="0" alt="bathroom 6" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-H4XtPE8_-dE/TeAWdMgaILI/AAAAAAAABTY/yFFG6r29Ams/bathroom%2525206_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="579" height="435" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;they have their names on them so there is no longer any fighting over who gets the Mermaid towel and who gets the Cinderella towel.&amp;#160; My sweet neighbor made these for us, and I could just kiss her for it – bath time goes so much smoother now. Thanks again Laurel!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-dzEsLWE6OjM/TeAWdntgclI/AAAAAAAABTc/hF14UG-i9V0/s1600-h/bathroom%2525207%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="bathroom 7" border="0" alt="bathroom 7" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-KCdLI653ttk/TeAWeBtIthI/AAAAAAAABTg/EPdGPFqT9ms/bathroom%2525207_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="579" height="435" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And just a couple more photos to show off L.J.’s mad skillz – these are some shower can lights he installed.&amp;#160; He also put four other regular cans in the other part of the bathroom.&amp;#160; When the girls are bathing they love to just turn on the cans above the tub and have the rest of the bathroom dark (they are on different switches).&amp;#160; They think it’s “magical.” :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-1u04bFQLu1w/TeAWelv65aI/AAAAAAAABTk/xKD2QYs-vfs/s1600-h/bathroom%2525208%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="bathroom 8" border="0" alt="bathroom 8" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-jmuLAK1wJHg/TeAWe_4u9mI/AAAAAAAABTo/W-t3_OFLz6w/bathroom%2525208_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="579" height="435" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here is a shot of the crown molding.&amp;#160; I love that he can do that, I think it just adds so much.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-BBK96HmouU8/TeAWfI86rzI/AAAAAAAABTs/a7GSXIKmWqI/s1600-h/bathroom%2525209%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="bathroom 9" border="0" alt="bathroom 9" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ya_h2yoQIS8/TeAWfg9eFvI/AAAAAAAABTw/BRD_I5IllxI/bathroom%2525209_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="600" height="800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And one last one of the tile.&amp;#160; He’s Mr. Fancy Pants.&amp;#160; When he does it, he does it good. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I wish I felt the way I do about the bathroom about the rest of my house. :) One project at a time, I guess. On to the nursery!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-8464246252763432977?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8464246252763432977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=8464246252763432977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/8464246252763432977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/8464246252763432977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/bathroom-is-finally-done.html' title='the bathroom is FINALLY done!'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-HoPZ7zqsc-M/TeAWZG-Wg1I/AAAAAAAABSw/WuMpjCSVy3Q/s72-c/2007%25252012%25252021%252520097_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-2619235410900750216</id><published>2011-04-18T17:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T17:00:34.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soccer fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We have some definite soccer fever going on at our house. 4 days a week!&amp;#160; Ellie is playing again this year-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TazQiQSaeyI/AAAAAAAABR0/jw9Mrgu_Slk/s1600-h/Ellie%20Soccer%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Ellie Soccer" border="0" alt="Ellie Soccer" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TazQi3nwHhI/AAAAAAAABR4/cvPbppjHzic/Ellie%20Soccer_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TazQjDwzR7I/AAAAAAAABR8/dQHC0hVSNWc/s1600-h/Ellie%20Dad%20Soccer%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Ellie Dad Soccer" border="0" alt="Ellie Dad Soccer" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TazQj0vnclI/AAAAAAAABSA/CD1OS375Vqw/Ellie%20Dad%20Soccer_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aren’t they cute? :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And Addie is too! She has been so excited to play for the past year. Last year, every time Ellie would go to practice or we would go watch her games, Addie begged to play. We kept telling her, “You’re not old enough yet, just a little bit longer…” and then her day finally came for her first game! She was SO excited, and felt like a million bucks all dressed up in her own official uniform.&amp;#160; We arrived at the field, and no one from her team was there.&amp;#160; There were two older teams playing.&amp;#160; We called her coach to see what was going on, and he was out of town and had no idea… eventually we found out they changed the U5 schedules the night before – and most coaches/players didn’t know about it.&amp;#160; So she didn’t end up having a game, and this is what she did the entire time during Ellie’s game - &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TazQkGnPo8I/AAAAAAAABSE/ZrIVBDOE0co/s1600-h/IMG_1518%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_1518" border="0" alt="IMG_1518" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TazQkiZ_wtI/AAAAAAAABSI/AMX2Y6wzosM/IMG_1518_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;totally heartbroken with big old alligator tears running down her cheeks because she didn’t get to play soccer.&amp;#160; It was the saddest thing ever.&amp;#160; However, she was much happier last Saturday when she got to play her first game. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TazQlCOW_AI/AAAAAAAABSM/D6RQXUExK9w/s1600-h/Addie%20Soccer%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Addie Soccer" border="0" alt="Addie Soccer" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TazQlqMx0rI/AAAAAAAABSQ/BemX6gADLqM/Addie%20Soccer_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TazQmC2T6ZI/AAAAAAAABSU/8RNw8X9QXaI/s1600-h/Addie%20Kicks%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Addie Kicks" border="0" alt="Addie Kicks" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TazQmr11BxI/AAAAAAAABSY/ySYwDnwSVNI/Addie%20Kicks_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="479" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TazQnMvs8qI/AAAAAAAABSc/aFRp5yNMXhk/s1600-h/Beehive%20Ball%20Addie%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Beehive Ball Addie" border="0" alt="Beehive Ball Addie" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TazQnl1EU6I/AAAAAAAABSg/cr6N_SdaCFA/Beehive%20Ball%20Addie_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She was smiling the entire game – even when we had to go get her from the playground to sub in.&amp;#160; So glad we have a happy girl now. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We have a happy dad too – he is playing soccer three days a week.&amp;#160; We has been playing indoor soccer on Tuesday nights -&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TazQn_sSlOI/AAAAAAAABSk/qGB42caYpsc/s1600-h/L.J.%20Soccer.%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="L.J. Soccer." border="0" alt="L.J. Soccer." src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TazQodTKAVI/AAAAAAAABSo/_ki3bnGjCfY/L.J.%20Soccer._thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and has been doing so good he got recruited for an outdoor club team.&amp;#160; He’s loving it.&amp;#160; And kicking some butt. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So Tuesdays L.J. plays indoor, Wednesdays Addie has practice at 5:00, and Ellie has practice at 5:30, Thursdays L.J. has games for outdoor, and Saturdays, Ellie and Addie have games and L.J. has outdoor practice.&amp;#160; So if you can’t get a hold of us, you can bet where we’ll be. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-2619235410900750216?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2619235410900750216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=2619235410900750216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/2619235410900750216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/2619235410900750216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/soccer-fever.html' title='soccer fever'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TazQi3nwHhI/AAAAAAAABR4/cvPbppjHzic/s72-c/Ellie%20Soccer_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-3854850330013024908</id><published>2011-03-23T22:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T22:32:31.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the brother.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There is a celebrity at our house. He is here for nine days over his spring break.&amp;#160; And we are all head over heals about him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TYrXZWA3ufI/AAAAAAAABRc/vW5SalmZTmc/s1600-h/Ellie%20and%20Grant%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Ellie and Grant" border="0" alt="Ellie and Grant" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TYrXZ-7fKHI/AAAAAAAABRg/NOVdsju0NGE/Ellie%20and%20Grant_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TYrXaGE2J9I/AAAAAAAABRk/QoGhJ0-lVtc/s1600-h/IMG_1426%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_1426" border="0" alt="IMG_1426" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TYrXaoe__QI/AAAAAAAABRo/FRmzov83E-w/IMG_1426_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TYrXawsepwI/AAAAAAAABRs/tWqJnyF3kHk/s1600-h/IMG_1443%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_1443" border="0" alt="IMG_1443" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TYrXbUpCFBI/AAAAAAAABRw/faNxPvB9pnc/IMG_1443_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He doesn’t get a break.&amp;#160; We all want to be right by his side, and he almost always happily obliges.&amp;#160; Sometimes he even gets rewarded with back tickles.&amp;#160; Today Ellie was doing her homework and she said, “Grant, will you sit by me?” “Why?” he asked.&amp;#160; “I just want you to be with me,” she responded.&amp;#160; And he did.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We are soaking up every minute with this boy.&amp;#160; We love it when he’s here.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;P.S. If you haven’t heard, the girls will have another brother to swoon over in August. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-3854850330013024908?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3854850330013024908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=3854850330013024908' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/3854850330013024908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/3854850330013024908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/brother.html' title='the brother.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TYrXZ-7fKHI/AAAAAAAABRg/NOVdsju0NGE/s72-c/Ellie%20and%20Grant_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-7159600174838932632</id><published>2011-02-14T23:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T23:15:50.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Valentine’s is one of my favorite holidays.&amp;#160; There is nothing like having a day or two to reflect reflect on how full your heart is.&amp;#160; And mine is SO full.&amp;#160; I adore my friends.&amp;#160; And family.&amp;#160; And this year, especially my kids.&amp;#160; To say the least, things have been a bit crazy around here lately.&amp;#160; So I decided that the way I could show my kids I loved them the most was to spend some good, quality, girl time with them.&amp;#160; So last Friday, (since I worked today), I made them pink heart shaped crepes and pink smoothies for breakfast.&amp;#160; Then we went for girls day out (plus Dad needed some time to tile without three little helpers).&amp;#160; First, they got their toenails painted at the nail salon (and I’m so mad – I brought my camera but left the memory card in the computer).&amp;#160; That was priceless.&amp;#160; They were SO giddy.&amp;#160; And the cute little oriental man was super cute with them.&amp;#160; Here are Addie’s nails – the other two were playing outside in this nice weather and didn’t want to come in. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TVoZ932C7sI/AAAAAAAABQQ/lTLMMCN9jpo/s1600-h/addie%27s%20cute%20toes%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="addie&amp;#39;s cute toes" border="0" alt="addie&amp;#39;s cute toes" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TVoZ-eDJ0zI/AAAAAAAABQU/6pvb7SkEaCQ/addie%27s%20cute%20toes_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Next, I offered to take them anywhere they wanted to go for lunch.&amp;#160; Applebee's? Pizza Hut? Arby’s? Subway? Cafe RIo? No way José. Try as I might, I just couldn’t talk them out of McDonald’s.&amp;#160; But this day was about them, so I gave in.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Next we had an impromptu play date with some good friends, and then did some shopping.&amp;#160; We ended at the Purple Cow, this great children’s bookstore in town, and I let them each choose a book (and I may have chosen a couple too.&amp;#160; Why are children’s books so dang irresistible?).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;We came home and had a snack, then headed with Dad to do one of their favorite things ever – go swimming.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TVoZ-o_BpaI/AAAAAAAABQY/T0vSq26rRgY/s1600-h/IMG_1325%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_1325" border="0" alt="IMG_1325" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TVoZ_AxLD5I/AAAAAAAABQc/I0pnrmt6cPw/IMG_1325_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;(this picture just cracks me up – a swim suit and snow boots?? That’s Addie for you :))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TVoZ_RRHt4I/AAAAAAAABQg/fsBIhKaaCPM/s1600-h/ellie%20swim%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="ellie swim" border="0" alt="ellie swim" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TVoZ_1KgGTI/AAAAAAAABQk/KSX4pXiOoQI/ellie%20swim_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TVoaAZe-h3I/AAAAAAAABQo/qBVuoywIokU/s1600-h/addie%20swim%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="addie swim" border="0" alt="addie swim" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TVoaAzRZeeI/AAAAAAAABQs/A7Bm6-S4Gd8/addie%20swim_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TVoaBBl4NeI/AAAAAAAABQw/2ZfwGqOcqGc/s1600-h/macie%20swim%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="macie swim" border="0" alt="macie swim" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TVoaBt2H-vI/AAAAAAAABQ0/HwWnbusORz8/macie%20swim_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Do you think they had fun? :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;It was such a great day.&amp;#160; Saturday, we made cupcakes (Mace was taking a nap).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TVoaCHsKyBI/AAAAAAAABQ4/T9FdbMzWbds/s1600-h/cupcakes1%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="cupcakes1" border="0" alt="cupcakes1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TVoaC2Uc5qI/AAAAAAAABQ8/8dl1B6xVDZs/cupcakes1_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TVoaDZ-3U_I/AAAAAAAABRA/rtD7cCW29q4/s1600-h/cupcakes2%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="cupcakes2" border="0" alt="cupcakes2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TVoaDiLIPpI/AAAAAAAABRE/mJo43NFJprw/cupcakes2_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;And we got the girls’ Valentine’s ready for school - &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TVoaEDUDtOI/AAAAAAAABRI/RWmqFqNlyno/s1600-h/Valentine%27s%20Collage%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Valentine&amp;#39;s Collage" border="0" alt="Valentine&amp;#39;s Collage" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TVoaEmy1U0I/AAAAAAAABRM/1baWI-7GkTs/Valentine%27s%20Collage_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="500" height="356" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;We printed their pictures out wallet size, punched a hole in the corner, and tied it to a sucker with pink ribbon and curled the ends.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;We sure had fun.&amp;#160; I adore my girls (and the Grantster).&amp;#160; But most of all, I adore my own, original Valentine. I'll just say that he fulfills my every need, he's the one behind everything good that happens in our family, and he's my very best friend in the whole world.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TVoaEyhFKXI/AAAAAAAABRQ/P01BbPfxU7k/s1600-h/hottie%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="hottie" border="0" alt="hottie" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TVoaFfcQz0I/AAAAAAAABRU/PFWqMP1o0gY/hottie_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Love you, Babe (even if you are dressed cheesy to cheer for your team, you’re still super hot). :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Valentine’s Day!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-7159600174838932632?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7159600174838932632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=7159600174838932632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/7159600174838932632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/7159600174838932632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/love.html' title='love.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TVoZ-eDJ0zI/AAAAAAAABQU/6pvb7SkEaCQ/s72-c/addie%27s%20cute%20toes_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-7772786070508868285</id><published>2011-01-26T22:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T22:42:08.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little miracles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Before I go any further, thank you soooooo much to everyone for all of your sweet comments and words of encouragement! It's been an overwhelming month to say the least, so it was nice to read through all of your congratulations. Thank you! Some days it feels totally normal that I'm pregnant, and then other days I still have those moments of, &amp;quot;What?!!?? Is this really happening??&amp;quot; It has been a crazy time. Pregnancy is not my favorite thing – but I could definitely have it much worse than I do . Now, when I say that, it doesn't mean I'm not grateful...I know there are many out there who would give anything to be pregnant. My back’s been ‘out’ for almost three weeks and I’ve had more nausea this time than ever before (maybe it’s a boy? :))&amp;#160;&amp;#160; And I've especially felt the weight of that this time around while trying to take care of 3 little ones as well as myself. Let's just say that my husband is a lifesaver and the most patient guy ever!! He does way more than his fair share around here, so we are very very lucky girls!! We've had many a laugh about our situation right now...sometimes it's just easier to laugh about it all!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I've been so focused on getting through feeling so blah and just asking myself the constant question, &amp;quot;Can I really take care of 4 children?&amp;quot; that I needed to be reminded of the absolute miracle that having a baby is. I loved all of my hospital experiences and remember the birth of each of my daughters perfectly. It is hard to believe that we'll be having another baby in August, but looking at these pictures of my precious little newborns is giving me something to look forward to.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TUEFoO39pII/AAAAAAAABPs/_DBV_V7yFbI/s1600-h/Ellie%27s%20Birth%20026%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Ellie&amp;#39;s Birth 026" border="0" alt="Ellie&amp;#39;s Birth 026" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TUEFomZGyWI/AAAAAAAABPw/Hx-Kk6w6D7k/Ellie%27s%20Birth%20026_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="660" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="CK_Alis_Hand_Official"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ellie Ashlyn – June 29, 2005 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TUEFpO3kpRI/AAAAAAAABP0/-tuAbbeD5Nw/s1600-h/Adelyn%20-%20Newborn%202007%20006%5B12%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Adelyn - Newborn 2007 006" border="0" alt="Adelyn - Newborn 2007 006" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TUEFprzCKjI/AAAAAAAABP4/93xJGdda1F4/Adelyn%20-%20Newborn%202007%20006_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="500" height="660" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="CK_Alis_Hand_Official"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adelyn Cate – May 25, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TUEFqCGTH0I/AAAAAAAABP8/7lkGZewtYF8/s1600-h/CIMG5142%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="CIMG5142" border="0" alt="CIMG5142" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TUEFqnNljuI/AAAAAAAABQA/sG4pvKQhrlM/CIMG5142_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="660" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="CK_Alis_Hand_Official"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Macie Abigail – August 31, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TUEFrHTSbfI/AAAAAAAABQE/3kAqiPCs2ds/s1600-h/CIMG5095%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="CIMG5095" border="0" alt="CIMG5095" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TUEFrq2BKgI/AAAAAAAABQI/pxJ4L6BYKhM/CIMG5095_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="660" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;And one of my favorite things ever – when they meet their new sister for the first time (look how stinkin’ little and cute they were back then!).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-7772786070508868285?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7772786070508868285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=7772786070508868285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/7772786070508868285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/7772786070508868285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-miracles.html' title='little miracles.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TUEFomZGyWI/AAAAAAAABPw/Hx-Kk6w6D7k/s72-c/Ellie%27s%20Birth%20026_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-7267929284404452218</id><published>2011-01-04T12:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T12:37:37.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one little word 2011.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Last year I started doing “one little word” for the year (you can read about it &lt;a href="http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-2010-word.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). It was great. Although I didn’t achieve all of my goals 100%, I made some definite progress, and am glad that I did it. This year, my one little word is smaller, and a bit more focused. With life getting even crazier this year, I needed something simple but important. My one little word is&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#008080" size="6"&gt;PRAYER&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;According to the Gospel Library: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;‘The Lord Jesus Christ commanded, &amp;quot;Ye must always pray unto the Father in my name&amp;quot; As we make a habit of approaching God in prayer, we will come to know Him and draw ever nearer to Him. Our desires will become more like His. We will be able to secure for ourselves and for others blessings that He is ready to give if we will but in faith.’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I can’t think of anything more helpful in my life, my relationship with my husband, and in raising my kids than the blessings from sincere prayer promised here. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I also want to be super consistent with family prayer, and truly teach my kids how important prayer is.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Gordon B. Hinckley said:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;‘I feel satisfied that there is no adequate substitute for the morning and evening practice of kneeling together—father, mother, and children. This, more than soft carpets, more than lovely draperies, more than cleverly balanced color schemes, is the thing that will make for better and more beautiful homes.’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I am so excited for the new year and all of the adventures and experiences it will bring. And I know it will be even better with consistent, meaningful prayer.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Do you have one little word for 2011?&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-7267929284404452218?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7267929284404452218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=7267929284404452218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/7267929284404452218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/7267929284404452218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-little-word-2011.html' title='one little word 2011.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-7534676332443712916</id><published>2010-12-29T22:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T22:29:14.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;sometimes, when you think you've got it all figured out...things change.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;...life throws you a curve ball, just to make things a little more interesting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;...an &amp;quot;accident&amp;quot; or a &amp;quot;surprise&amp;quot; if you will.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;...'cause, you know. life isn't crazy enough already, so let's just make things a little bit crazier.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TRwYp2tXMOI/AAAAAAAABPk/uBt2hlOnneY/s1600-h/oops.%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="oops." border="0" alt="oops." src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TRwYqZ6s66I/AAAAAAAABPo/y9rINo_r6zc/oops._thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="466" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;ya. oops.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;this was the little &amp;quot;surprise&amp;quot; that L.J. and I received on Christmas Eve.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;wish us luck. 4 (and sometimes 5!) seems like a really big number to me right now!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-7534676332443712916?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7534676332443712916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=7534676332443712916' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/7534676332443712916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/7534676332443712916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/sometimes.html' title='sometimes….'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TRwYqZ6s66I/AAAAAAAABPo/y9rINo_r6zc/s72-c/oops._thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-5662929274098620955</id><published>2010-12-28T22:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T22:19:39.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas magic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TRrEuE8XCPI/AAAAAAAABN0/cdKzpnpwyws/s1600-h/IMG_1028%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_1028" border="0" alt="IMG_1028" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TRrEunEsbKI/AAAAAAAABN4/Sm9s_2lfb04/IMG_1028_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TRrEvCFkR_I/AAAAAAAABN8/xiUtyi1WTJ8/s1600-h/IMG_1082%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_1082" border="0" alt="IMG_1082" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TRrEvrdWdfI/AAAAAAAABOA/Ar4Ib55Bog0/IMG_1082_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TRrEvzSlwYI/AAAAAAAABOE/FaSFmNLWvQI/s1600-h/IMG_1124%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_1124" border="0" alt="IMG_1124" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TRrEwmsuq_I/AAAAAAAABOI/XVXBTyGK7bw/IMG_1124_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TRrExDw8QKI/AAAAAAAABOM/aWmrcugOp4Y/s1600-h/IMG_1136%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_1136" border="0" alt="IMG_1136" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TRrExnbx_3I/AAAAAAAABOQ/b55K328XvaM/IMG_1136_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TRrEyJRUXPI/AAAAAAAABOU/CMr9whBqFNo/s1600-h/IMG_1137%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_1137" border="0" alt="IMG_1137" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TRrEyiRGhcI/AAAAAAAABOY/wv0Oq0HOIrc/IMG_1137_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TRrEywKbuWI/AAAAAAAABOc/eXKKckLhpEw/s1600-h/IMG_1158%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_1158" border="0" alt="IMG_1158" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TRrEzXAOdsI/AAAAAAAABOg/z3IF_lAHFOU/IMG_1158_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TRrEz_oTh9I/AAAAAAAABOk/yoTBc3BVTKY/s1600-h/IMG_1173%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_1173" border="0" alt="IMG_1173" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TRrE0Ubr2zI/AAAAAAAABOo/kMiFWe2GnmY/IMG_1173_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TRrE05s5kqI/AAAAAAAABOs/0OHz89eSSM8/s1600-h/IMG_1178%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_1178" border="0" alt="IMG_1178" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TRrE1Z0AlcI/AAAAAAAABOw/JHtz3z4ma54/IMG_1178_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TRrE2IEcMmI/AAAAAAAABO0/hMwi9y_14yE/s1600-h/IMG_1179%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_1179" border="0" alt="IMG_1179" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TRrE2k-4ZeI/AAAAAAAABO4/6v0nymWM7GI/IMG_1179_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TRrE3Bm6rJI/AAAAAAAABO8/Ntd07WsVDRw/s1600-h/IMG_1181%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_1181" border="0" alt="IMG_1181" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TRrE3gKDEXI/AAAAAAAABPA/tliCpfsYDrA/IMG_1181_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TRrE4H5YfeI/AAAAAAAABPE/RQiNfvePCq8/s1600-h/IMG_1185%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_1185" border="0" alt="IMG_1185" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TRrE4ugQhDI/AAAAAAAABPI/cEOH9Dreo6o/IMG_1185_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TRrE5IAHCQI/AAAAAAAABPM/M9GUP_dqj-M/s1600-h/IMG_1191%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_1191" border="0" alt="IMG_1191" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TRrE5kx8TRI/AAAAAAAABPQ/lTWEdDHPkNc/IMG_1191_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TRrE51YrxjI/AAAAAAAABPU/YpiMnjlsG3s/s1600-h/IMG_1187%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_1187" border="0" alt="IMG_1187" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TRrE6daqXaI/AAAAAAAABPY/YnkFwXO1EZA/IMG_1187_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="343" height="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Our Christmas was magical. Visiting with Santa. Stewart family Christmas party. Christmas Eve dinner out then Temple Square.&amp;#160; Getting new fleece jammies to sleep in on Christmas Eve. Seeing what Santa brought and unwrapping presents. Playing. Homemade doughnuts Christmas morning. Family. Remembering Baby Jesus, and why that baby is so important. It was perfect. Hope yours was too. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-5662929274098620955?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5662929274098620955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=5662929274098620955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/5662929274098620955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/5662929274098620955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-magic.html' title='christmas magic.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TRrEunEsbKI/AAAAAAAABN4/Sm9s_2lfb04/s72-c/IMG_1028_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-907745914618683297</id><published>2010-12-24T14:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T14:46:36.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TRUUuV6YI2I/AAAAAAAABNs/KPpM1z99wnw/s1600-h/001%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="001" border="0" alt="001" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TRUUuybaYTI/AAAAAAAABNw/LbBGVAm4FKk/001_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="457" /&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/7248874180744234780-907745914618683297?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/907745914618683297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=907745914618683297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/907745914618683297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/907745914618683297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TRUUuybaYTI/AAAAAAAABNw/LbBGVAm4FKk/s72-c/001_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-4327291839719671391</id><published>2010-12-06T15:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T15:25:50.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some pages.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;There hasn’t been anything too exciting going on around here, just work, cleaning , laundry, and getting ready for Christmas. But due to some complaints that I haven’t been posting very much lately (guilty!), I thought I would post some scrapbook pages I’ve done recently. I’ve had a few friends come over lately that want to get started in digital scrapbooking so I could show them how to get started and show them my favorite sites. If anyone out there is interested, I would love to show you too (not that I am a guru or anything, but I sure love it). Let me know. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TP1itXOzR3I/AAAAAAAABMI/M0orBDo0eA4/s1600-h/addie%20duck%20jammies%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="addie duck jammies" border="0" alt="addie duck jammies" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TP1it4G5r8I/AAAAAAAABMM/UXCgm8IxFqs/addie%20duck%20jammies_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="484" height="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TP1iuQewxvI/AAAAAAAABMQ/kYExNWoFokU/s1600-h/addie%20favorite%20thing%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="addie favorite thing" border="0" alt="addie favorite thing" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TP1iukRGfyI/AAAAAAAABMU/VHRekbzzovo/addie%20favorite%20thing_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="484" height="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TP1ivO9m0EI/AAAAAAAABMY/_2V3J_NYLHg/s1600-h/schnuggling%20moments%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="schnuggling moments" border="0" alt="schnuggling moments" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TP1ivnXieRI/AAAAAAAABMc/WO_bQwHIKKE/schnuggling%20moments_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="484" height="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TP1iwHu9YLI/AAAAAAAABMg/tVffNbP_4Jk/s1600-h/Ellie%20beautiful%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Ellie beautiful" border="0" alt="Ellie beautiful" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TP1iwl8cZjI/AAAAAAAABMk/DhXtbksxYfE/Ellie%20beautiful_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="484" height="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TP1ixux8eWI/AAAAAAAABMo/wlJBg1WLcOk/s1600-h/macie%20sweetness%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="macie sweetness" border="0" alt="macie sweetness" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TP1iyAp3VCI/AAAAAAAABMs/OQDxckGqWJQ/macie%20sweetness_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="484" height="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TP1iyR6_jWI/AAAAAAAABMw/lWlrKbzyCmQ/s1600-h/so%20in%20love%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="so in love" border="0" alt="so in love" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TP1izn4zHVI/AAAAAAAABM0/5HoGW4yNmyw/so%20in%20love_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="484" height="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TP1iz_V_jUI/AAAAAAAABM4/7GUrmOCZExU/s1600-h/Grant%27s%20Bow%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Grant&amp;#39;s Bow" border="0" alt="Grant&amp;#39;s Bow" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TP1i07PLR-I/AAAAAAAABM8/kOErfMmGZmk/Grant%27s%20Bow_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="484" height="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TP1i1V-H2VI/AAAAAAAABNA/Lput4HN2Stk/s1600-h/4%20in%20the%20bed%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="4 in the bed" border="0" alt="4 in the bed" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TP1i2YwSaXI/AAAAAAAABNE/iXP5_4wNYs0/4%20in%20the%20bed_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="484" height="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TP1i28s3lcI/AAAAAAAABNI/BELcTmeWcoU/s1600-h/all%20dressed%20up%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="all dressed up" border="0" alt="all dressed up" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TP1i3X_MH7I/AAAAAAAABNM/gBwUrhR0V8w/all%20dressed%20up_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="484" height="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TP1i3xqq1CI/AAAAAAAABNQ/vS9FlJwbnTg/s1600-h/amazing%20dad%20-%20grant%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="amazing dad - grant" border="0" alt="amazing dad - grant" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TP1i4rf9ZyI/AAAAAAAABNU/INBbdgLULRU/amazing%20dad%20-%20grant_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="484" height="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TP1i5HUkufI/AAAAAAAABNY/Vc0yJgWoeuw/s1600-h/family%20portrait%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="family portrait" border="0" alt="family portrait" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TP1i5gnV8wI/AAAAAAAABNc/1qMYzPzjP_I/family%20portrait_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="484" height="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TP1i6uTxj1I/AAAAAAAABNg/wzanT_nghU8/s1600-h/meeting%20for%20the%20first%20time%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="meeting for the first time" border="0" alt="meeting for the first time" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TP1i7PXA2zI/AAAAAAAABNk/OLza-HKegcc/meeting%20for%20the%20first%20time_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="484" height="484" /&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/7248874180744234780-4327291839719671391?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4327291839719671391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=4327291839719671391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/4327291839719671391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/4327291839719671391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/some-pages.html' title='some pages.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TP1it4G5r8I/AAAAAAAABMM/UXCgm8IxFqs/s72-c/addie%20duck%20jammies_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-5989363981087376571</id><published>2010-11-16T23:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T23:00:08.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thankful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, I LOVE Thanksgiving and the weeks leading up to it. It makes me, and everyone around me happy. We realize how blessed we are. And we're thankful.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm thankful for the &amp;quot;regulars&amp;quot;...the givens. You know, our house, our clothes, our cars. So thankful. But this year I've been thinking a lot about all the little things I'm thankful for.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Like how all of my girls say “don’t let the crocodiles get you!” every time they say goodbye to someone in person or on the phone.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Or how Ellie will take it upon herself to “read” stories to Macie forever until Macie’s little heart is content.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm thankful for Grant and how he get so “into” things and they make him so happy (right now it is Bey Blades, before that it was origami, before that it was baseball cards…)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm thankful for digital scrapbooking.&amp;#160; That I can document our family history and photos and let my creative juices flow. I need that. And that I can make pages without making a mess. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm so thankful for the way Macie shakes her bootie (gotta get it on video), and how she cracks me up everyday.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I’m thankful for great co-workers/friends. If I have to be at work, at least I can hang out with them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I’m thankful for disposable diapers and garbage bags.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I’m thankful for Ellie’s young, pure testimony. The other day out of the blue she said, “Mom, it is so cool that if we do something wrong, we can pray to Heavenly Father and he will forget about it, huh?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I’m thankful for Addie and her big brown eyes and how they twinkle when she is really happy. And how she loves Elvis. Seriously.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I’m thankful that my kids genuinely love each other.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I’m so thankful for L.J. and what a great dad he is. That he takes time for the kids and that our family is his #1 priority. And that he backs my car into the garage every night so it will be a little warmer when I leave for work at 6:15 am.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I’m thankful for my (recently inherited from L.J.) iPod. I’m thankful that I can have my music, book, scriptures, day planner, kid entertainer in the store, and brain (notes) all in one teeny tiny place that fits in my pocket.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I’m thankful that I get to be a mom.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;And most importantly, I'm thankful for my testimony of what I know is true....we have a loving Father in Heaven who wants us to return to live with him again some day. I'm thankful for the example of Jesus Christ in my life and that I can share all this with my kids.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;And I’m thankful for my warm bed that is calling me.. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-5989363981087376571?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5989363981087376571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=5989363981087376571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/5989363981087376571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/5989363981087376571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful.html' title='thankful.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-5255314004418682003</id><published>2010-11-04T21:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T21:23:36.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cute.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think this is my new favorite photo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TNOGxaTY66I/AAAAAAAABL8/hsEbpaPIzQE/s1600-h/Macie%20Piggie%20Blurred%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Macie Piggie Blurred" border="0" alt="Macie Piggie Blurred" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TNOGx6ILh4I/AAAAAAAABMA/atSOCdAy0uw/Macie%20Piggie%20Blurred_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="660" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is typical Macie. Running around naked with some type of accessory – this day it happened to be a piggy hat. She cracks me up everyday. Wow, I love that girl.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-5255314004418682003?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5255314004418682003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=5255314004418682003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/5255314004418682003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/5255314004418682003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/cute.html' title='cute.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TNOGx6ILh4I/AAAAAAAABMA/atSOCdAy0uw/s72-c/Macie%20Piggie%20Blurred_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-7568731420624890424</id><published>2010-10-27T22:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T11:40:48.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>booyah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L.J. went hunting here - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TMkFPXJXYJI/AAAAAAAABLs/FCBKsvfcuXc/s1600/October+25+2010+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TMkFPXJXYJI/AAAAAAAABLs/FCBKsvfcuXc/s400/October+25+2010+014.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TMkFT0AtDhI/AAAAAAAABLw/8HS6_M2Jn_M/s1600/October+25+2010+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TMkFT0AtDhI/AAAAAAAABLw/8HS6_M2Jn_M/s400/October+25+2010+015.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And shot him. At 300 yards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TMkFYcSYKaI/AAAAAAAABL0/eZuzH9H9gIg/s1600/October+25+2010+077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TMkFYcSYKaI/AAAAAAAABL0/eZuzH9H9gIg/s320/October+25+2010+077.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Booyah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Never mind the fact that I am all but vegetarian and forbid deer meat entering the doors of our home in any form other than jerky. I'm still excited for him :)).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-7568731420624890424?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7568731420624890424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=7568731420624890424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/7568731420624890424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/7568731420624890424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/l.html' title='booyah.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TMkFPXJXYJI/AAAAAAAABLs/FCBKsvfcuXc/s72-c/October+25+2010+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-4339763081363152052</id><published>2010-10-12T14:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T14:31:46.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love my mom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;My mom came for her monthly visit last weekend. And boy did we have fun. My kids LOVE it when my mom comes. It has become a tradition in itself. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;We started off the fun with a visit to Gardner Village (it is Witchapalooza right now):&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TLTS0KuhVvI/AAAAAAAABKc/JgHtpQNGs1k/s1600-h/Gma%20and%20girls%20GV%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Gma and girls GV" border="0" alt="Gma and girls GV" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TLTS0kI-ltI/AAAAAAAABKg/i7J_sm9pN0Y/Gma%20and%20girls%20GV_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TLTS1GLUGbI/AAAAAAAABKk/wfwUrss_Qr8/s1600-h/DSCN1757%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN1757" border="0" alt="DSCN1757" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TLTS1gcxGDI/AAAAAAAABKo/d6OgvQU_Sp0/DSCN1757_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TLTS2HWPCfI/AAAAAAAABKs/ws-WdLclMT8/s1600-h/Mom%20and%20Mace%20GV%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Mom and Mace GV" border="0" alt="Mom and Mace GV" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TLTS2ujgEAI/AAAAAAAABKw/wlYY-lvy3IA/Mom%20and%20Mace%20GV_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;We had so much fun just hanging out and being together. That night we baked for hours. All sorts of yummy things, including a new recipe for &lt;a href="http://www.favfamilyrecipes.com/2010/08/elises-homemade-vanilla-granola.html" target="_blank"&gt;homemade granola&lt;/a&gt; (it is fabulous!).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The next evening we went to the elementary school Halloween Carnival. I loved that my mom could be there. The kids had so much fun playing games, playing in the bounce houses, and getting spoiled with all sorts of treats. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;That night (after all that sugar!)&amp;#160; my mom watched the kids while LJ and I got to go&amp;#160; - are you ready for this? On a REAL date. With another couple. We had &lt;em&gt;fun. &lt;/em&gt;Meanwhile, my mom and the girls played Pirates – a longstanding tradition that must take place whenever Grandma comes for a visit. I’m not really sure how it got started, but it is one of their favorite things &lt;em&gt;ever.&lt;/em&gt; And each time my mom comes she has a new pirate accessory or new pirate tattoos. Grant’s bed is always the ship.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TLTS2zP7e8I/AAAAAAAABK0/x5a3BhSnmYI/s1600-h/Ellie%20mermad%20GV%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Ellie mermad GV" border="0" alt="Ellie mermad GV" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TLTS3Zq-pVI/AAAAAAAABK4/5bzdwA0u7r8/Ellie%20mermad%20GV_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ellie was a &lt;em&gt;mermaid&lt;/em&gt; princess this time – she is always Princess Pink.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TLTS36cfJ7I/AAAAAAAABK8/VdqOTg3k0ew/s1600-h/Pirate%20Addie%20GV%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Pirate Addie GV" border="0" alt="Pirate Addie GV" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TLTS4dy_l9I/AAAAAAAABLA/5qGiMBGpbyU/Pirate%20Addie%20GV_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Addie is Captain Jack or Princess Tiana depending on her mood. Here she is a little of both. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TLTS497BS-I/AAAAAAAABLE/RYaAzfRl2sw/s1600-h/Macie%20pirate%20GV%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Macie pirate GV" border="0" alt="Macie pirate GV" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TLTS5eTvg0I/AAAAAAAABLM/iP3zHMzaBqI/Macie%20pirate%20GV_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;And Mace is always Baby Button.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;See pirate rules &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQDc06nNhYY/TC3WQ-W5zrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/khaqiJM6fEA/s1600/Print+Pirate+Rules+2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Although I’m just a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; bit independent, my mom has always been there whenever I’ve needed her. One day, a few weeks after having Addie, my back went out really bad. LJ had to carry me to bed, because I couldn’t walk. About an hour later, LJ went out to get the mail, and a bee flew out of the mailbox and stung him. He knew he was allergic to bee stings, but hadn’t been stung since he was little, and he couldn’t remember how allergic he was. He immediately got some Benadryl in him, but it was only helping a little bit. And there was no way I could take him to the hospital. Finally, after 150 mg of Benadryl and a few minutes later, LJ was breathing normally but was out cold. In the meantime I was stuck in bed with a newborn and a 2 year old to try to take care of. So I called my mom. She was there in 2 hours (and she lives 1.5 hours away). She stayed for a few days and literally saved us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;We sure love her. My kids adore the non-stop attention, thoughtful activities, books read to them to their hearts content, movie nights, and falling asleep next to grandma. I love to watch them interact, and hanging out with one of my best friends.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I am so thankful for her. And all she does for us. I realize not everybody has that.&amp;#160; Sometimes I sit and wonder if my kids will ever realize how extremely blessed they are to have that...two sets of adoring grandparents who would do anything in the world for them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Love you, Mom. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-4339763081363152052?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4339763081363152052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=4339763081363152052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/4339763081363152052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/4339763081363152052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-love-my-mom.html' title='i love my mom.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TLTS0kI-ltI/AAAAAAAABKg/i7J_sm9pN0Y/s72-c/Gma%20and%20girls%20GV_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-6001130898772991096</id><published>2010-09-17T11:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T11:09:21.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>check me out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, thanks to a sweet friend I canned for the first time this year. And I’m pretty proud of all these jars.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TJOufys8siI/AAAAAAAABJ8/Dor7KOgKZJQ/s1600-h/Jars%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Jars" border="0" alt="Jars" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TJOugmNe9oI/AAAAAAAABKA/5I-F4InoCU8/Jars_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;We canned spaghetti sauce, salsa, black beans, peaches, and peach jam.&amp;#160; 74 jars of goodness. On a funny note, a few days ago I had gone to bed a little while before L.J., and had fallen asleep. When he got in bed he tried to snuggle me, but I guess I kept kicking and pushing him away. The next morning he asked me what that was all about. I dreamed he was smashing blanched tomatoes all over me.&amp;#160; “Too much canning,” was his reply. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TJOuhcKrMtI/AAAAAAAABKM/7aNs-Fr60Jc/s1600-h/Jars%20Close%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Jars Close" border="0" alt="Jars Close" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TJOuiOMVOzI/AAAAAAAABKQ/WswIKaGRhHY/Jars%20Close_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480" /&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/7248874180744234780-6001130898772991096?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6001130898772991096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=6001130898772991096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/6001130898772991096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/6001130898772991096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/check-me-out.html' title='check me out.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TJOugmNe9oI/AAAAAAAABKA/5I-F4InoCU8/s72-c/Jars_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-7900207039308658196</id><published>2010-08-31T18:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T18:34:48.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kindergarten.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;So. The day has come. The day I’ve been dreading for five years. The day Ellie’s been head over heels excited about for the last six months. Today was the first day of kindergarten. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;We started it off with Ellie’s favorite breakfast – crepes and smoothies.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TH2tliNVmLI/AAAAAAAABIs/ZCsTzxc7rlM/s1600-h/IMG_0221%20B%26W%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_0221 B&amp;amp;W" border="0" alt="IMG_0221 B&amp;amp;W" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TH2tmcovjZI/AAAAAAAABIw/PzT1sa-MlUo/IMG_0221%20B%26W_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="343" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Then she got ready – which took all morning. Good thing she is in afternoon kindergarten! Here is a girl ready to take on the world.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TH2tmuJVE1I/AAAAAAAABI0/KoVhSA76Y6c/s1600-h/IMG_0224-1%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_0224-1" border="0" alt="IMG_0224-1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TH2tnoYInbI/AAAAAAAABI4/BEMb68lQugA/IMG_0224-1_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="548" height="768" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TH2tn7KkJeI/AAAAAAAABI8/CkMU8FT1y6s/s1600-h/IMG_0247-1%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_0247-1" border="0" alt="IMG_0247-1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TH2tpLCjF2I/AAAAAAAABJA/D1eqXy91Suw/IMG_0247-1_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="549" height="768" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TH2tpr6bH0I/AAAAAAAABJE/Q9_JZAlewyA/s1600-h/IMG_0227-1%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_0227-1" border="0" alt="IMG_0227-1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TH2tqBOrbJI/AAAAAAAABJI/V0kUnEzAMo4/IMG_0227-1_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="457" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TH2tqlAlBKI/AAAAAAAABJM/BWHFpqO5B0k/s1600-h/IMG_0235-1%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_0235-1" border="0" alt="IMG_0235-1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TH2trRrpHyI/AAAAAAAABJQ/qEphV_m0pX4/IMG_0235-1_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="549" height="768" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh little-big girl. So beautiful on your first day of one of the Great Adventures of life. I am full to overflowing with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pride &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(look at this person! this being of grace and intelligence and laughter and spirit!) and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wonder &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(how did you get to be so big all of a sudden? you are so beautiful!) and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;anxiety &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(are you ready for this? have I prepared you enough? will this school experience be what it should be?), and I wipe a few tears, because what else does a mother have but a heart has expanded wide as the universe, and can’t be contained, and so it flows out her eyes?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;And now, having had you almost literally all to myself for these five years, I feel a rush of hope - tinged with, what is that? sorrow? which sounds like the wind through new leaves as I lift and open my arms, and watch you fly…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TH2tr24NYiI/AAAAAAAABJU/N_kMbYwHMgQ/s1600-h/IMG_0238%5B12%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_0238" border="0" alt="IMG_0238" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TH2tsqGwzGI/AAAAAAAABJY/jR9-Ub3cRIg/IMG_0238_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="576" height="768" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Alright, so everyone I have looked at or talked to for a week has given me that consolatory look - that mourning-with-gladness look that EVERY SINGLE MOTHER has who has sent a kid to kindergarten. I think you must learn how to give that look as part of the first day’s rites of passage.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;And here - my last view of her as she went into her new class – the beginning of the next 13 years of her life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TH2ttD3R7gI/AAAAAAAABJc/eM7tCMRzZb4/s1600-h/IMG_0262-1%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_0262-1" border="0" alt="IMG_0262-1" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TH2ttnJ7uMI/AAAAAAAABJg/vEHrpjsCPsI/IMG_0262-1_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="548" height="768" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;As for her?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;She climbed into the bike trailer at 3:30 and I said, “How was your day in kindergarten?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;She sat down with a supremely satisfied look on her face, and said, “It was pretty much great.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Yeah, sweet girl. I knew you’d love it. It’s ME that we need to fix up. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-7900207039308658196?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7900207039308658196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=7900207039308658196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/7900207039308658196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/7900207039308658196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/kindergarten.html' title='kindergarten.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TH2tmcovjZI/AAAAAAAABIw/PzT1sa-MlUo/s72-c/IMG_0221%20B%26W_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-5244563943326374518</id><published>2010-08-28T12:29:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T19:39:39.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>overheard 3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funny things the kids have said lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ellie was all dressed up in her favorite new outfit for school to go to kindergarten testing (tear!). As we were driving home, I said, "Ellie, I just love your outfit. Do you feel so cute?" She responded, "Yeah....but I just REALLY like the panties I'm wearing!" (she got new panties too :)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One night at bedtime I was laying down with the girls and kissed them all goodnight to leave. Addie said, "Mom, you can't leave or I start freaking out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ellie: "Mom, it goes 'January, February, Stansbury', right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day I had gone school clothes shopping for Ellie (without her). I bought her some shoes I thought were super cute and that she would really like. They were on such a good sale, I decided to get Addie some too because she would be sad if Ellie got some and she didn't. When I got home, I pulled Addie's shoes out first. Ellie saw the box and and immediately had tears in her eyes. Trying to not burst into full on crying she said, "those are Twinkle Toes - by Sketchers!" Totally surprised (because that's exactly what it said on the box), I asked her how she knew that. She said "from the commercinal!" (commercial). She was devastatated. Luckily, she got Twinkle Toes too. Those tears of sadness turned to tears of happiness, and luckily both girls ended up happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-5244563943326374518?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5244563943326374518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=5244563943326374518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/5244563943326374518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/5244563943326374518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/overheard-3.html' title='overheard 3.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-608662221781962697</id><published>2010-08-25T10:31:00.016-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T19:44:58.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yellowstone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Man alive have we had a fun, busy summer! One of the best things we did was go to Yellowstone (without Macie who doesn't travel well lately). We camped for 5 days and 4 nights and had so much fun and made so many memories. I think I could live there if it didn't get so cold! :) LOVE that place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A pretty view driving into the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVrQQB55CI/AAAAAAAABGA/P7Kx6G7XMak/s1600/yellowstone+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509427646082704418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVrQQB55CI/AAAAAAAABGA/P7Kx6G7XMak/s400/yellowstone+view.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teton Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVq9BioZeI/AAAAAAAABFw/_hJJ508kUfE/s1600/yellowstone+teton+lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509427315775923682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVq9BioZeI/AAAAAAAABFw/_hJJ508kUfE/s400/yellowstone+teton+lake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ellie tickling Grant's back - they did this for hours and both of them loved it. We have a love triangle going on here: Ellie adores Grant and Grant adores Addie. So Ellie got her Grant time and Grant got his back tickled for hours. It worked out pretty good. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVqqTDeMsI/AAAAAAAABFo/7A3TTy7YZs0/s1600/yellowstone+tickle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509426994059555522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVqqTDeMsI/AAAAAAAABFo/7A3TTy7YZs0/s400/yellowstone+tickle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVqYVrV3DI/AAAAAAAABFg/ZoC0CdQCmQ4/s1600/yellowstone+together.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509426685526006834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVqYVrV3DI/AAAAAAAABFg/ZoC0CdQCmQ4/s400/yellowstone+together.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tent hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVkK7-UppI/AAAAAAAABCY/TZpt9sFemC0/s1600/yellostone+tent+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509419858218231442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVkK7-UppI/AAAAAAAABCY/TZpt9sFemC0/s400/yellostone+tent+hair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yellowstone River&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVoSSrumYI/AAAAAAAABFY/rAO3MtBrUC8/s1600/yellowstone+river+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509424382619851138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVoSSrumYI/AAAAAAAABFY/rAO3MtBrUC8/s400/yellowstone+river+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVoRVdVDeI/AAAAAAAABFQ/-UShkqOxZPg/s1600/yellowstone+river.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509424366184893922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVoRVdVDeI/AAAAAAAABFQ/-UShkqOxZPg/s400/yellowstone+river.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mud Volcano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVoQnM9fuI/AAAAAAAABFI/56xK7bw_g0M/s1600/yellowstone+mud+volcano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509424353768210146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVoQnM9fuI/AAAAAAAABFI/56xK7bw_g0M/s400/yellowstone+mud+volcano.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this swing! Going to try to sweet talk LJ into making one for the front porch. And the girls are pretty dang cute too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVu8jJZ2rI/AAAAAAAABGQ/beS0WwR3mhQ/s1600/yellowstone+sisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509431705663560370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVu8jJZ2rI/AAAAAAAABGQ/beS0WwR3mhQ/s400/yellowstone+sisters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At Mammoth Hot Springs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVoP8ZxKlI/AAAAAAAABFA/5Kaz64vcikI/s1600/yellowstone+mammoth+hotsprings+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509424342279203410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVoP8ZxKlI/AAAAAAAABFA/5Kaz64vcikI/s400/yellowstone+mammoth+hotsprings+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The colors are amazing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVoPZcu5KI/AAAAAAAABE4/OGc8Gv0lTNQ/s1600/yellowstone+mammoth+hot+springs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509424332896396450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVoPZcu5KI/AAAAAAAABE4/OGc8Gv0lTNQ/s400/yellowstone+mammoth+hot+springs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for Old Faithful. She is trying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVm8FNmUkI/AAAAAAAABEw/Ngvmoo2ffQQ/s1600/yellowstone+grant+old+failthful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509422901535068738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVm8FNmUkI/AAAAAAAABEw/Ngvmoo2ffQQ/s400/yellowstone+grant+old+failthful.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Sass goofing around - still waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVm7sRM6DI/AAAAAAAABEo/sZePw6eYquw/s1600/yellowstone+mom+and+sass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509422894839294002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVm7sRM6DI/AAAAAAAABEo/sZePw6eYquw/s400/yellowstone+mom+and+sass.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there she goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVm7JQxhHI/AAAAAAAABEg/7qy5H-czse8/s1600/yellowstone+old+faithful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509422885442258034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVm7JQxhHI/AAAAAAAABEg/7qy5H-czse8/s400/yellowstone+old+faithful.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant and Ellie did the Jr. Ranger Program - this is a Ranger Class by Ranger Brad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509422875739283442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVm6lHZ3_I/AAAAAAAABEY/Z_NpPcsN1PM/s400/yellowstone+jr.+ranger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another beautiful view. I swear the sky is bluer and the clouds whiter there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVmFLOPSKI/AAAAAAAABEA/QR7XE-tLSjc/s1600/yellowstone+good+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509421958255560866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVmFLOPSKI/AAAAAAAABEA/QR7XE-tLSjc/s400/yellowstone+good+view.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A family picture (by the dad of a cute family with 7 girls we stopped to talk to then saw again a couple days later at church in the lodge).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVmEro0wWI/AAAAAAAABD4/qIqlneotB6Y/s1600/yellowstone+family+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509421949777133922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVmEro0wWI/AAAAAAAABD4/qIqlneotB6Y/s400/yellowstone+family+picture.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painter's Point. No explanation required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THWBS9u4xDI/AAAAAAAABGk/1dsp2sSDEos/s1600/yellowstone+painter%27s+point.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509451881966519346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THWBS9u4xDI/AAAAAAAABGk/1dsp2sSDEos/s400/yellowstone+painter%27s+point.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVmDq36XgI/AAAAAAAABDo/k0Budaf5wck/s1600/yellowstone+ellie+painter%27s+point.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509421932392111618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVmDq36XgI/AAAAAAAABDo/k0Budaf5wck/s400/yellowstone+ellie+painter%27s+point.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragon's Mouth- this cave lets off steam AND roars like a dragon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVlHGAa-aI/AAAAAAAABDg/8gzwC-R-zIU/s1600/yellowstone+dragons+mouth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509420891703540130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVlHGAa-aI/AAAAAAAABDg/8gzwC-R-zIU/s400/yellowstone+dragons+mouth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day it rained really hard for a few minutes, luckily we were in the car. A few minutes later we stopped at this beautiful overlook and saw this view. Does it get ANY better than two rainbows after a rainstorm in Yellowstone? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVlGipVY3I/AAAAAAAABDY/gVl7NDHw7DI/s1600/yellowstone+double+rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509420882211464050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVlGipVY3I/AAAAAAAABDY/gVl7NDHw7DI/s400/yellowstone+double+rainbow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cute boy fishing a beautiful river at sunset. Be still my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVlGGvQrHI/AAAAAAAABDQ/g1SsuXbYrPc/s1600/yellowstone+dad+fishing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509420874720128114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVlGGvQrHI/AAAAAAAABDQ/g1SsuXbYrPc/s400/yellowstone+dad+fishing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVlFqw5HBI/AAAAAAAABDI/P3oKpaiqXOs/s1600/yellowstone+crew+fishing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509420867210779666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVlFqw5HBI/AAAAAAAABDI/P3oKpaiqXOs/s400/yellowstone+crew+fishing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVmGAjW_3I/AAAAAAAABEI/aNQvU2csvMA/s1600/yellowstone+grant+and+addie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509421972571225970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVmGAjW_3I/AAAAAAAABEI/aNQvU2csvMA/s400/yellowstone+grant+and+addie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The whole cute crew around the campfire. Sure love these guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVlFEzFxuI/AAAAAAAABDA/4BFRKiEw9bI/s1600/yellowstone+campfire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509420857019451106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVlFEzFxuI/AAAAAAAABDA/4BFRKiEw9bI/s400/yellowstone+campfire.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some bright beautiful ponds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVkNFLunzI/AAAAAAAABC4/jcWiyJ-6m3o/s1600/yellowstone+cool+pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509419895050116914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVkNFLunzI/AAAAAAAABC4/jcWiyJ-6m3o/s400/yellowstone+cool+pool.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVkMiQvZnI/AAAAAAAABCw/eLJgZNUp5i8/s1600/yellowstone+black+pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509419885675898482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVkMiQvZnI/AAAAAAAABCw/eLJgZNUp5i8/s400/yellowstone+black+pool.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The one thing LJ really wanted to see this time was a black bear, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVwfjBr2AI/AAAAAAAABGY/NDVrl_y9dog/s1600/yellowstone+looking+at+black+bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509433406438234114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVwfjBr2AI/AAAAAAAABGY/NDVrl_y9dog/s400/yellowstone+looking+at+black+bear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVkLo49efI/AAAAAAAABCg/UsV1yQRuoOk/s1600/yellowstone+black+bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509419870275336690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVkLo49efI/AAAAAAAABCg/UsV1yQRuoOk/s400/yellowstone+black+bear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He got his wish! We actually ended up seeing 4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A Yellowstone sunset. Heaven.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVq9i_EQOI/AAAAAAAABF4/tH0w59zP0TQ/s1600/yellowstone+sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509427324753559778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVq9i_EQOI/AAAAAAAABF4/tH0w59zP0TQ/s400/yellowstone+sunset.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Time seemed to slow down in Yellowstone. The love in the van as we drove to and around Yellowstone was tangible. I tried to memorize exactly how each of my children looked, how their laughs sounded, how they interacted with each other. I could think of nowhere in the whole world I'd rather be than right there, surrounded by my husband and children with their faces tanned from the summer sun and their hair all messy from camping. I tried to soak it in, &lt;em&gt;every second.&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/7248874180744234780-608662221781962697?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/608662221781962697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=608662221781962697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/608662221781962697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/608662221781962697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/yellowstone.html' title='yellowstone.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/THVrQQB55CI/AAAAAAAABGA/P7Kx6G7XMak/s72-c/yellowstone+view.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-8649444556969000473</id><published>2010-08-05T19:51:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T20:39:41.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more camping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went camping at Vernon Reservior a few weeks a ago. I'll tell you what, this place is a hidden gem (especially for the Tooeleites).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to enjoy beauty like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/beauty-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 700px; HEIGHT: 525px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/beauty-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many fun 4 wheeler trails and we couldn't get enough of the water between swimming and fishing. This little guy lived in the roof above our table. He was so close, and would just whiz right through us. The kids thought it was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/bird-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/bird-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some happy campers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/happycampers-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 700px; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/happycampers-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant got into archery this summer -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/gmanshoots-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 479px; HEIGHT: 638px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/gmanshoots-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(isn't he so cute?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/gmanscores-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/gmanscores-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these two boys did too. They both bought new bows a few months ago, and can't seem to get enough shooting in. They would do it everyday if they could - oh, wait, they do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/hotties-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 427px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/hotties-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll tell you what, this girl knows how to get dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/vdirtygirl-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 479px; HEIGHT: 638px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/vdirtygirl-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we ended our day with this view-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/vlakenight-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/vlakenight-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a campfire and smores. Have I mentioned how much I love summer? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/group-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 427px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/group-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/vlakenight.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-8649444556969000473?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8649444556969000473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=8649444556969000473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/8649444556969000473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/8649444556969000473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/more-camping.html' title='more camping.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-3013625180521312243</id><published>2010-07-26T18:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T11:41:46.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the girls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sweet friend Keli moved to the Chicago area a while ago, and came back for a visit and did some photo shoots while she was here. We were lucky enough to get one! I just did the girls since Grant wasn't here yet, but I couldn't be happier with how they turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/KBP_0847-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 428px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/KBP_0847-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/KBP_0754-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 428px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/KBP_0754-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/KBP_0863-2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 428px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/KBP_0863-2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/KBP_0756-2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/KBP_0756-2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 428px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/KBP_0756-2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/KBP_0760-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 427px; HEIGHT: 638px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/KBP_0760-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/KBP_0756-2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/KBP_0798-2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 427px; HEIGHT: 638px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/KBP_0798-2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/KBP_0854-2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 427px; HEIGHT: 638px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/KBP_0854-2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/KBP_0784-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 639px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/KBP_0784-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/KBP_0774-2-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/KBP_0766-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 428px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/KBP_0766-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/KBP_0758-2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 639px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/KBP_0758-2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/KBP_0774-2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 639px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/KBP_0774-2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/KBP_0835-2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 428px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/KBP_0835-2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again Keli, I love them!&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/7248874180744234780-3013625180521312243?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3013625180521312243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=3013625180521312243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/3013625180521312243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/3013625180521312243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/girls.html' title='the girls.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-4167219314832161862</id><published>2010-07-26T16:47:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T19:47:40.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i (heart) the parade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Man alive, summer is going by way too fast. I am loving it. Loving the heat (really, I do), the barbeques, and going on a bike ride or letting the kids play outside until 10:00 pm when it finally gets dark. The drive-in. I love mowing the lawn (and smelling freshly cut grass), and playing ball. I love waking up with the sun at 6:00 am and feeling refreshed and energized. I just love it all. I could totally move to Arizona or somewhere warm year round. But until I can convince L.J. (which will probably be never), I just have to soak it up while I can. And believe me, I have been. This is what we did over the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_9570-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 641px; HEIGHT: 426px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_9570-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_9618-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/Parade20pics-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 480px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/Parade20pics-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went the Days of '47 Parade. I (heart) that parade for so many reasons. I love it because it means it's summer. I love it because it's just so well done. I love it because we are celebrating the arrival of the pioneers to Utah. I appreciate and love them more and more the older I get. I love to sleep out at the parade and relax and talk and play games and read and light sparklers and be SO tired right before the parade starts but get a second wind to watch it (we didn't get to sleep out this year because I was on call, dangit). I love it because I met one of my best friends there (sleeping out) 11 years ago. We are still best friends and now both bring our kids to watch it. I love Utah.&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/7248874180744234780-4167219314832161862?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4167219314832161862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=4167219314832161862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/4167219314832161862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/4167219314832161862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-heart-parade.html' title='i (heart) the parade.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-699770101632157317</id><published>2010-07-02T07:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T10:05:20.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ellie is FIVE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sass turned five this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/elliesultry-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 600px; HEIGHT: 402px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/elliesultry-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be mad at her for it if she wasn't so dang sweet. She's pretty hard to get mad at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had her first friend party. We rented an inflatable waterslide and it was a hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/slide3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 479px; HEIGHT: 638px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/slide3-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/splash1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/splash1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/elliesplash-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/elliesplash-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/splash2-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 767px; HEIGHT: 1022px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/splash2-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the big boys got in on the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/stevesplash-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/stevesplash-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/ljslide-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 479px; HEIGHT: 638px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/ljslide-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a popscicle break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt; &lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/popsciclebreak-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/popsciclebreak-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made her a flip flop cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/cake1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 639px; HEIGHT: 479px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/cake1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/cake2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/cake2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/cake3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 641px; HEIGHT: 426px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/cake3-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she scored a new bike for her birthday. She would spend all day on that thing if she could. She loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/elliebike-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/elliebike-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for Ellie's fifth birthday, here are five things about Ellie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She is (still) my pickiest eater. She lives on yogurt, chicken nuggets, and anything covered with syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. On the phone or in person, whenever she is saying goodbye, she says, "don't let the crocodiles get you!" (I think it's her version of 'see you later alligator').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She is the best helper. She loves to help clean, cook, and unload the dishwasher. A few times a week she asks for her 'supplies', which are a water bottle and a wash cloth, and goes to town cleaning whatever her little heart desires (and sings like Giselle on Enchanted while she cleans).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. She is a snuggle girl. She loves to snuggle in bed or on the couch, especially right after she wakes up or before bed. And sometimes in the middle of the day she'll just randomly ask to snuggle. And she loves to love on Grant whenever she can. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. She has a heart of gold. She is a peace keeper. She will give up a toy or a crayon, or a chair or a book to keep her sisters happy. She is so willing to sacrifice her own desires so someone else can be happy. And she says, "that made Jesus happy, huh Mom?" Oh, sweet Ellie girl, may you always continue to make decisions that make Jesus happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/elliebike2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 479px; HEIGHT: 639px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/elliebike2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man oh man, we love this girl, and are SO thankful she is part of our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-699770101632157317?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/699770101632157317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=699770101632157317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/699770101632157317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/699770101632157317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/sass-turned-five-this-week.html' title='ellie is FIVE.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-2350648054461018588</id><published>2010-06-28T20:15:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T19:59:22.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>help!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So... this is how we end up by about 5:00 am most mornings. LJ and I are going nuts. It has got to stop. But how? You see, these girls are sneaky. Very sneaky. They come in one by one. And they are quiet. You don't even know the first one is in bed with you until you get a foot in the face or a knee to stomach. But at that point, you are still mostly asleep. Too asleep to carry the offending child back to bed. So you flip them right side up, schnuggle with them for a minute, and fall back to sleep in a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;A little while later, the second offender comes in. But like I said, they are sneaky. And two is still somewhat manageable as long as they are lined up right. And you are not even sure how long they have been in bed with you by the time you realize they are there. So a little adjusting, and you can sleep for a couple more hours.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime in between 3:30 and 5:00, the last one sneaks in. At this point, it's really squishy. And cold. Because someone had stolen or kicked the blanket off. But it's almost morning, and on work days you get up at 5:00, so you can endure it another hour or so. Because you're really tired. And when you get up, there will more room for them to spread out, so they will all sleep better. It's more work than it's worth at this point to put them all back in their beds. And then the alarm goes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and just imagine me squished in there under Macie's head and next to Ellie {with her hair in my face} )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/4inbed-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/4inbed-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. We don't have the heart to lock them in their rooms. Any other suggestions greatly appreciated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-2350648054461018588?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2350648054461018588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=2350648054461018588' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/2350648054461018588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/2350648054461018588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/help.html' title='help!!'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-8164121563895942336</id><published>2010-06-11T07:19:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T08:22:57.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>making silver.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ANNA QUINDLEN : Life is made of moments, small pieces of silver amidst long stretches of tedium. It would be wonderful if they came to us unsummoned, but particularly in lives as busy as the ones most of us lead now, that won't happen. We have to teach ourselves now to live, really live...to love the journey, not the destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love that quote. These are some of our attempts to love the journey these past couple weeks. &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;br /&gt;Backyard camping - One night at the spur of the moment we decided to camp in the backyard. We put up the tents, let the kids play until midnight (our fun neighbors came over too), and read stories with the flashlight. Somehow, spur of the moment things usually are the most fun. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TBJOB2LigaI/AAAAAAAABBQ/KIAtBRorklI/s1600/backyard+tents.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481529490094064034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TBJOB2LigaI/AAAAAAAABBQ/KIAtBRorklI/s400/backyard+tents.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TBJOBtNW3iI/AAAAAAAABBI/y25PvhG7nR4/s1600/backyard+swings.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481529487685770786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TBJOBtNW3iI/AAAAAAAABBI/y25PvhG7nR4/s400/backyard+swings.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TBJOAXKeuII/AAAAAAAABA4/QLUMxL93_5c/s1600/backyard+dad+macie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481529464588253314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TBJOAXKeuII/AAAAAAAABA4/QLUMxL93_5c/s400/backyard+dad+macie.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TBJOA0OiyvI/AAAAAAAABBA/G_ipXsC1DOU/s1600/backyard+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481529472389925618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TBJOA0OiyvI/AAAAAAAABBA/G_ipXsC1DOU/s400/backyard+girls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;North Willow - Our friends from Las Vegas (the Olsen's) were in town for a little while, and we were lucky enough to be able to spend a day with them. We planned on camping, but it was so rainy the day we were going to leave. The next day was perfect, so we headed to the canyon that morning. We ate lunch, went hiking, rode 4-wheelers, and played catch (Julia and I played softball together for 10 years and still play catch whenever we see each other - even when we were both 8 months pregnant with Addie and Jake :)). And to top it all off we cooked some amazing dutch oven chicken and cobbler. In hindsight, it turned out even better that way than camping, especially with a 7 month old. :) Everything was perfect.&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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TBJPc5rK_II/AAAAAAAABCA/lbkL6bLwCEY/s1600/hiking+campground.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481531054400142466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TBJPc5rK_II/AAAAAAAABCA/lbkL6bLwCEY/s400/hiking+campground.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TBJPHhxBnwI/AAAAAAAABB4/heXDMAOS8VQ/s1600/hiking+pretty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481530687204990722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TBJPHhxBnwI/AAAAAAAABB4/heXDMAOS8VQ/s400/hiking+pretty.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TBJPG8BvgZI/AAAAAAAABBw/AExcn01PrBE/s1600/hikinh+adam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481530677074559378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TBJPG8BvgZI/AAAAAAAABBw/AExcn01PrBE/s400/hikinh+adam.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TBJPE-nVBgI/AAAAAAAABBY/4Tc9gidD3jU/s1600/hiking+4+wheeler.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481530643409339906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TBJPE-nVBgI/AAAAAAAABBY/4Tc9gidD3jU/s400/hiking+4+wheeler.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TBJPFuuJEnI/AAAAAAAABBg/8BE4ZtXIjGE/s1600/hiking+girls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481530656322818674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TBJPFuuJEnI/AAAAAAAABBg/8BE4ZtXIjGE/s400/hiking+girls.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TBJPGJ2DBMI/AAAAAAAABBo/WPJxteG2jco/s1600/hiking+addie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481530663603733698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TBJPGJ2DBMI/AAAAAAAABBo/WPJxteG2jco/s400/hiking+addie.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TBJRrhT_VsI/AAAAAAAABCI/Rc1y2PSbo48/s1600/IMG_8413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481533504581752514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TBJRrhT_VsI/AAAAAAAABCI/Rc1y2PSbo48/s400/IMG_8413.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img class="gl_photo" border="0" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to make as much silver as I can for us this summer. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-8164121563895942336?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8164121563895942336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=8164121563895942336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/8164121563895942336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/8164121563895942336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/anna-quindlen-life-is-made-of-moments.html' title='making silver.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TBJOB2LigaI/AAAAAAAABBQ/KIAtBRorklI/s72-c/backyard+tents.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-533052758436571429</id><published>2010-06-01T13:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T14:02:22.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye, crib.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;For Macie's entire life, she has been the best baby to put to sleep. You put her in her crib, she smiles at you, rolls over, and closes her eyes and goes to sleep. Well, things have changed this week. She's been crying when we put her in her crib. Just for 5-10 minutes or so before she falls asleep. Last night after putting her in bed, she came walking into our room. We were astounded. We put her back in her crib. To see how she got out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-38cf2d55aaf028bc" 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://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D38cf2d55aaf028bc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329915929%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D8C8A56F9C16E9CD30C0B240DCF8BE810DA2066.299AA08E67DD7D915B7357CCDAEC060BF02C2046%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D38cf2d55aaf028bc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DznDEAaQtjK7OdBIJFqX3ce6ye40&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://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D38cf2d55aaf028bc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329915929%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D8C8A56F9C16E9CD30C0B240DCF8BE810DA2066.299AA08E67DD7D915B7357CCDAEC060BF02C2046%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D38cf2d55aaf028bc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DznDEAaQtjK7OdBIJFqX3ce6ye40&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If that's not a broken arm waiting to happen. So she slept with us. For the first time in her life (Ellie didn't quit sleeping with us until she was three, so we learned from our mistake and never let the other two sleep with us). So today her crib is being converted to a day bed. And don't worry, she's much happier now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TAV1F_OOWJI/AAAAAAAABAQ/tF-a6mwfMos/s1600/happy+mace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477913267496966290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TAV1F_OOWJI/AAAAAAAABAQ/tF-a6mwfMos/s400/happy+mace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7248874180744234780-533052758436571429?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/533052758436571429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=533052758436571429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/533052758436571429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/533052758436571429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/goodbye-crib.html' title='goodbye, crib.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TAV1F_OOWJI/AAAAAAAABAQ/tF-a6mwfMos/s72-c/happy+mace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-9211440893863528313</id><published>2010-05-28T15:21:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T07:11:15.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>turning 3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boy howdy was this girl ever excited for her "Doda Bofday". She fell in love with Dora about a month after her last birthday and had been talking about her next birthday ever since. Even after all that anticipation, I don't think she was dissapointed. We just had a little family party/BBQ with grandparents, and some aunts and uncles and cousins. She loved every second of it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TAO_z2fBRzI/AAAAAAAAA_0/LKqYvDKw7xk/s1600/with+dora.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477432469332510514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TAO_z2fBRzI/AAAAAAAAA_0/LKqYvDKw7xk/s400/with+dora.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TAO_zSlQY_I/AAAAAAAAA_s/JrmhPznrdkw/s1600/unwrapping.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TAO_zSlQY_I/AAAAAAAAA_s/JrmhPznrdkw/s1600/unwrapping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477432459694990322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TAO_zSlQY_I/AAAAAAAAA_s/JrmhPznrdkw/s400/unwrapping.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TAO_y9YjAUI/AAAAAAAAA_k/owekJSs5DS4/s1600/with+dad.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TAO_y9YjAUI/AAAAAAAAA_k/owekJSs5DS4/s1600/with+dad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477432454004539714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TAO_y9YjAUI/AAAAAAAAA_k/owekJSs5DS4/s400/with+dad.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TAO_y9YjAUI/AAAAAAAAA_k/owekJSs5DS4/s1600/with+dad.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TAO_ybnRJiI/AAAAAAAAA_c/y7neTjg3_Bo/s1600/candles.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TAO_ybnRJiI/AAAAAAAAA_c/y7neTjg3_Bo/s1600/candles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477432444939478562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TAO_ybnRJiI/AAAAAAAAA_c/y7neTjg3_Bo/s400/candles.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TAO_x_Ju1MI/AAAAAAAAA_U/aBqBWtomXUY/s1600/best+smile.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TAO_x_Ju1MI/AAAAAAAAA_U/aBqBWtomXUY/s1600/best+smile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477432437299401922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TAO_x_Ju1MI/AAAAAAAAA_U/aBqBWtomXUY/s400/best+smile.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We sure love her! Thanks to everyone who came and made her Doda Bofday so great. She got so spoiled and will remember that special day for a long time. She's already talking about her next one. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-9211440893863528313?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9211440893863528313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=9211440893863528313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/9211440893863528313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/9211440893863528313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/turning-3.html' title='turning 3.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/TAO_z2fBRzI/AAAAAAAAA_0/LKqYvDKw7xk/s72-c/with+dora.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-7808307878233558417</id><published>2010-05-20T15:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T16:18:42.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>overheard 2.</title><content type='html'>Overheard from our kids recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie: "LOOK at the tail on that chicken!!" - it was really a phesant at Cabella's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day my mom and sister came to visit for the day. Addie didn't want them to leave, but they promised they would be back soon for her birthday party. "Okay. Then YOU (pointing at Grandma) bring the Dora cake, and YOU (pointing at Brianna) bring the Dora presents." Seems she's got the art of delegation down. Especially when it comes to doing chores. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie while talking on the phone to Grandma Reader: "It is raining in our back yard AND our front yard. Can you believe it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to get my kids to eat and like fruits and vegetables. I explained to Ellie in four year old terms why they are important for digestion. About a week later she was in the bathroom and yelled, "Mom, mom, bring me an apple!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-7808307878233558417?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7808307878233558417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=7808307878233558417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/7808307878233558417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/7808307878233558417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/overheard-2.html' title='overheard 2.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-4822324045488540639</id><published>2010-05-15T18:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T23:10:45.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mothers day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must sum up Mother's Day before the week completely passes me by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So grateful to be a mother to these sweet girls-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S_DWhMFKodI/AAAAAAAAA-c/j6j6XDRq6YA/s1600/IMG_7840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472109412922073554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S_DWhMFKodI/AAAAAAAAA-c/j6j6XDRq6YA/s400/IMG_7840.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and grateful to that guy for making it all possible.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and a step mom to this amazing boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S_DbGwCN8KI/AAAAAAAAA_M/wiNYg5p9sSw/s1600/Handsome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472114456275054754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S_DbGwCN8KI/AAAAAAAAA_M/wiNYg5p9sSw/s400/Handsome.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LJ made me breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I completely enjoyed church without being on-call and with all the girls in primary/nursery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We hung out with my wonderful mother and father-in law-and enjoyed a delish dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S_DWiUEujUI/AAAAAAAAA-s/JjD9CZcAyK0/s1600/Grandma.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472109432247586114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S_DWiUEujUI/AAAAAAAAA-s/JjD9CZcAyK0/s400/Grandma.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We played in the yard and enjoyed the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went on a bike ride. Wore all three girls out. Who knew riding in the back is so hard?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S_DWjC2TtyI/AAAAAAAAA-8/l7lscX-qz9Q/s1600/IMG_8239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472109444803573538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S_DWjC2TtyI/AAAAAAAAA-8/l7lscX-qz9Q/s400/IMG_8239.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watched The Blind Side and schnuggled with L.J. while the kids continued to sleep. LOVED it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ellie gave me one of her favorite toys. She seriously has a heart of gold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got told about 462 times "Happy Mother's Day, Mom!" with hugs and kisses to go with it every time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cherished every moment of the day. Man, have I ever mentioned how much I love being their Mother? Just wondering. Because man, do I ever. I am one lucky girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472109436165281618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S_DWiiqx11I/AAAAAAAAA-0/yCIopFsLVJI/s400/Mom+and+Macie.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-4822324045488540639?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4822324045488540639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=4822324045488540639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/4822324045488540639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/4822324045488540639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html' title='mothers day.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S_DWhMFKodI/AAAAAAAAA-c/j6j6XDRq6YA/s72-c/IMG_7840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-557083137201879079</id><published>2010-05-07T19:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T19:38:10.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Cowboy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S-TNKaIAkVI/AAAAAAAAA-U/6bMx9BMKAjU/s1600/cowboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468721426229924178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S-TNKaIAkVI/AAAAAAAAA-U/6bMx9BMKAjU/s400/cowboy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's our new friend. He loves the kids, likes to watch movies with us, and begs for treats. He and Macie like to kiss. LJ is in love. And the best part is - he's not ours! He's our neighbors'.  We 'share' a backyard (the end of our backyard touches the end of their backyard, but there is no fence). All the perks without the responsibility.  That's a dog I can handle. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-557083137201879079?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/557083137201879079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=557083137201879079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/557083137201879079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/557083137201879079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/meet-cowboy.html' title='Meet Cowboy.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S-TNKaIAkVI/AAAAAAAAA-U/6bMx9BMKAjU/s72-c/cowboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-9067787626680435010</id><published>2010-04-15T20:27:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T21:19:08.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fun in the sun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have sure been enjoying the sunshine. Perhaps a little too much. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/sunburned-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/sunburned-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what we have been up to: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Planting a garden. I've really wanted to do this the past few years, but just never really got around to it. I wished I had taken a 'before' picture of this. It was completely overrun with weeds. You see, the people that lived in our house before us had a garden, but we just never paid it one bit of attention. L.J. has been hard at work this week weeding, tilling, and digging to get ready to plant. We are on the final step before planting: a little fence to keep out the little kids and the neighbor's little dog. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_7915-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_7915-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Riding bikes. I bought this little bike trailer used from a co-worker a few years ago, but we have not really been able to put it to good use yet. We haven't gotten in a whole lot of bike riding between being pregnant, having babies, and a broken leg. But now it's time. We've probably taken these kids 10 miles in the last two days. They LOVE it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/bike-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/bike-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight we were at dinner with Grandma and Grandpa Reader and Grandma asked Ellie, "What do you do sitting in the bike trailer? Do you get bored?" And Ellie said, "No. We just sit back and enjoy the ride. " :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went on our first fishing 'trip' of the year. Complete with a princess fishing pole. Ellie caught a fish (she has a killer cast for a 4 year old) -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/elliefish-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 479px; HEIGHT: 639px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/elliefish-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Addie caught a fish (she was all business when it came to fishing) - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/addiefish-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 478px; HEIGHT: 639px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/addiefish-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; and Macie even got in on some action (but didn't catch a fish).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/maciefish-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/maciefish-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But the funnest part was chucking marshmallows at the ducks.&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/maciefish-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/ducks-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/ducks-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A flower from our yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/flower-2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 639px; HEIGHT: 479px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/flower-2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Man oh man, I love summer. I'm looking forward to lots of sunshine and adventure (and no injuries)!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-9067787626680435010?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9067787626680435010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=9067787626680435010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/9067787626680435010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/9067787626680435010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/fun-in-sun.html' title='fun in the sun.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-2712932485882769574</id><published>2010-03-30T19:00:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T19:18:07.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first barbeque.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Saturday marked our first barbecue of the year. I just love barbeques. It means it's warm outside. That means I'm happy (I'll move somewhere warm as soon as I can convince LJ. Still working on it :)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S7KujHTRw2I/AAAAAAAAA-M/p6lJy9UQRGw/s1600/IMG_7804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454614016977650530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S7KujHTRw2I/AAAAAAAAA-M/p6lJy9UQRGw/s400/IMG_7804.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S7KuIHxqDDI/AAAAAAAAA90/hNe4IElN6J4/s1600/IMG_7797.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also played with cousins from California, Idaho, and Utah all weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S7KuJP--DKI/AAAAAAAAA-E/ZBd3OFnVS8I/s1600/IMG_7797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454613572631792802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S7KuJP--DKI/AAAAAAAAA-E/ZBd3OFnVS8I/s400/IMG_7797.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Love that dimple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S7KuIkuruBI/AAAAAAAAA98/-hfnCxz-oww/s1600/macie+b%26w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454613561020758034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S7KuIkuruBI/AAAAAAAAA98/-hfnCxz-oww/s400/macie+b%26w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At The Gateway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S7KuH5wCRLI/AAAAAAAAA9s/r0B-m286gpY/s1600/DSC03833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454613549483705522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S7KuH5wCRLI/AAAAAAAAA9s/r0B-m286gpY/s400/DSC03833.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter egg hunt at Wheeler Farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S7KuHWm40BI/AAAAAAAAA9k/MOs2R1Ly3cc/s1600/DSC03821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454613540050096146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S7KuHWm40BI/AAAAAAAAA9k/MOs2R1Ly3cc/s400/DSC03821.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love, love, love weekends like that. Family, fun, good food, and sunshine. Does it get any better? I don't think so!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-2712932485882769574?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2712932485882769574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=2712932485882769574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/2712932485882769574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/2712932485882769574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-barbeque.html' title='first barbeque.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S7KujHTRw2I/AAAAAAAAA-M/p6lJy9UQRGw/s72-c/IMG_7804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-2159688558993809295</id><published>2010-03-19T08:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T10:27:16.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vacation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is where we were last week. It was totally a spur of the moment, last minute thing. It was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/1vegas-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 557px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/1vegas-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(can't get the photos in the order I want them, so here they are randomly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed with some dear friends, Adam and Julia Olsen. Here we are with a storm trooper on the strip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_7645-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 479px; HEIGHT: 639px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_7645-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia and I have been best friends since we were 2. Seriously. We grew up living two houses away. We are true BFFs. :) Love her to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_7658-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 480px; HEIGHT: 522px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_7658-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attended a fundraiser luau for the Downs Sydrome Foundation with Julia and Adam. It was so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_7773-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_7773-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is their Brooklyn. She's the sweetest thing ever. I got asked a few times how old the (her) kids were, and/or if they were twins. All three of Julia's kids have red hair (and mine have blond). We say it's from hanging out together so much when we were little. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_7668-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 480px; HEIGHT: 561px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_7668-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and L.J at the luau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_7757-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_7757-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awesome fireknife guy that performed at the luau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_7762-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 479px; HEIGHT: 639px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_7762-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_7765-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 639px; HEIGHT: 479px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_7765-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from the windows of the Stratosphere. We got tickets to go on the rides but they shut it down due to wind by the time we got there. I was sad about that, L.J. was relieved. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_7645-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_7737-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 639px; HEIGHT: 479px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_7737-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably my favorite site at Las Vegas - the fountains at the Bellagio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_7722-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 479px; HEIGHT: 639px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_7722-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is the idea that sparked the vacation, to watch BYU play in the Mountain West Conference Tournament. They didn't do fabulous, but it was still fun to be there live. The game was actually a nail biter, we lost by 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_7692-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 639px; HEIGHT: 479px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_7692-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_7684-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_7684-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a cute boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_7638-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_7638-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a collage I made of some fun shots from the Bellagio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/VegasCollage-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 600px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/VegasCollage-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man oh man we had fun. And the weather was beautiful most of the time. A huge thank you to Mom and Dad Stewart for watching the girls, and again to Adam and Julia for being such great hosts! Love you!&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/7248874180744234780-2159688558993809295?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2159688558993809295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=2159688558993809295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/2159688558993809295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/2159688558993809295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/vacation.html' title='vacation.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-1617124967454667281</id><published>2010-03-10T21:57:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T22:36:25.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>worth documenting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wanted to document this day - the first time I can remember that we have ALL made it to church on time! Um, our church is at 1:00. but it seems that inevitably, &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; comes up. Rather it be a page from work (I'm on-call every other weekend), a child throwing a tantrum over the crooked toe seam in her tights, lost keys, or a variety of other things, it seems that something always prevents us from getting there on time. But not last week! Hahaha! We did it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/church-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 426px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/church-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were actually taking photos because Macie is officially 18 months old now. It was her first week in nursery! Did you hear the choirs of angels singing? Because they were. It was the first week in almost three years we were kid free. It was heaven, I tell ya, heaven! Mace wouldn't cooperate for photos by herself, but we sure love her anyways. :) Everyday Ellie tells me, "Mom, Macie is the cutest baby in the whole world, huh?" And I say, "Yep, she is." And I mean it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-1617124967454667281?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1617124967454667281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=1617124967454667281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/1617124967454667281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/1617124967454667281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/worth-documenting.html' title='worth documenting.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-4634718278013101052</id><published>2010-03-05T18:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T20:09:29.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>afternoon tea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today we had afternoon tea. It was delightful. Every week for the last few weeks when I've asked Ellie what she wanted to do for the FHE activity, she says that she wants to have a tea party. Today we finally did it. The girls dressed up in their princess dress ups and we had cookies and tea (pink lemonade) in their Disney tea set. They were perfect angels. Ellie said, "This is the best tea party I have ever been to!" (It's the only tea party she's ever been to). I think it was a success. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/teahuggie-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 479px; HEIGHT: 639px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/teahuggie-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/teascene-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 425px; HEIGHT: 639px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/teascene-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/tea3girls-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/tea3girls-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/tea3girls-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/tea3girls-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/teatable2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/teatable2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/teatable2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 638px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/teatable2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-4634718278013101052?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4634718278013101052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=4634718278013101052' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/4634718278013101052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/4634718278013101052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/afternoon-tea.html' title='afternoon tea.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-2005257846563768872</id><published>2010-02-22T13:13:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T18:10:55.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things i am loving right now:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;(aside from my five favorite people, of course :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Olympics. I. CANNOT. GET. ENOUGH. Not sure why, but I just LOVE them. I could just curl up with a blanket and watch them all day long. 99% of the time I would be perfectly happy not even owning a t.v., but I'm sure loving it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This smell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S4LmPfUef4I/AAAAAAAAA88/yt4b99WkRfI/s1600-h/jjbabylotion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441164453596790658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S4LmPfUef4I/AAAAAAAAA88/yt4b99WkRfI/s200/jjbabylotion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man oh man, we go through so much of this at our house. It's the only lotion L.J will. use, and we both have incredibly dry skin. So you can imagine that the kids do too. We all take a bath in it at least once a day, and sometimes more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Aquaphor. Ditto to #2 for the reason why. I actually use it as face lotion twice a day - way cheaper than the fancy stuff and it works like a charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. These:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S4Lokr837QI/AAAAAAAAA9M/9QCqGi3HDcg/s1600-h/oreos.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 188px; HEIGHT: 111px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441167016787963138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S4Lokr837QI/AAAAAAAAA9M/9QCqGi3HDcg/s320/oreos.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general I am not a store bought cookie fan. I love me some homemade chocolate chip cookies, plain and simple. However, I have such a weak spot for Oreos. I love the mint ones too. My kids have learned the true love of Oreos as well (remember &lt;a href="http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/catch-up.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My new dishwasher. The old one was not too pretty and did a mediocre job. And it leaked a lot. This one is sleek and smooth, and cleans like a champ. And the best part? All of the buttons are on the top (not the front), so the kids can't reach them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S4MKxqqdwkI/AAAAAAAAA9c/yAZ7ZAEpOhA/s1600-h/dishwasher.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 323px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441204623175959106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S4MKxqqdwkI/AAAAAAAAA9c/yAZ7ZAEpOhA/s320/dishwasher.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Windex. Have you ever seen My Big Fat Greek Wedding? Well, I'm not quite &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;bad - I don't use it for medicinal purposes (yet). But I clean EVERYTHING with it. Seriously. My cleaning supplies consisit of Windex and Ajax (for the toilets). I clean the counters, sinks, wood floors, appliances, bathrooms, and mirrors with it. I detail my car with it. And it's cheap. That makes it even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The way Macie smells when I get her out of her crib in the morning. It's not clean, it's not dirty, it's just a warm, comfy smell - you know what I mean? And then the schnuggles for at least 15 minutes after she wakes up. I know it won't last forever, so I'm just trying to soak it up while I can. Sometimes I think my heart's just going to burst when I think about how much I love that girl. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S4MIZd-zQqI/AAAAAAAAA9U/YgDNnE2i9DA/s1600-h/IMG_7023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441202008431477410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S4MIZd-zQqI/AAAAAAAAA9U/YgDNnE2i9DA/s320/IMG_7023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-2005257846563768872?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2005257846563768872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=2005257846563768872' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/2005257846563768872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/2005257846563768872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-i-am-loving-right-now.html' title='things i am loving right now:'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S4LmPfUef4I/AAAAAAAAA88/yt4b99WkRfI/s72-c/jjbabylotion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-7287718854957578654</id><published>2010-02-16T15:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:53:56.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>valentines loves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/Valentines2010-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 600px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/Valentines2010-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are getting funner and funner now that the kids are old enough to understand and appreciate them a little bit more. Valentines was so much fun this year! Ellie had the best present she could hope for - a weekend with her cousin Kai. He lives in Idaho. Now these two are not normal 4 year old cousins (they are two weeks apart). They are in love. Seriously. They are going to get married, and there is no talking them out of it. They held hands, danced, and gave each other numerous kisses on the cheeks (we have outlawed kissing on the lips). During sacrament meeing, Kai put his head in Ellie's lap and she played with his hair as they gazed into each other's eyes. Ellie has eyes for no one else. Hopefully they'll grow out of it. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We also made valentines cupcakes, heart attacked the girls' bedroom while they were sleeping, and hung out with family. Daddy got all of his little valentines a rose, a balloon, and chocolates. They were in heaven. I got a new blender and some orchids out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They say Valentines is fabricated romance, the day of romantic disapointment, or all about the commercialism, but I sure like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-7287718854957578654?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7287718854957578654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=7287718854957578654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/7287718854957578654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/7287718854957578654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-loves.html' title='valentines loves.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-1427258942989611060</id><published>2010-02-07T11:39:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T17:26:43.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday L.J.!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;The top ten things I love about L.J. for his 34th birthday (last week):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S3V7TCjSUII/AAAAAAAAA8s/xk9Bg-mi2Bg/s1600-h/IMG_7307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437387692152344706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S3V7TCjSUII/AAAAAAAAA8s/xk9Bg-mi2Bg/s400/IMG_7307.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1-He loves me. I feel it. And he takes such good care of me. I always feel safe with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2-He's an awesome handy man (electrician by trade). If it's broke, he can fix it. If I can dream it up, he can make it. And then makes it even better. And I love that we have the same style when it comes to house stuff - I never have to worry how it's going to turn out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3-He's am amazing dad. Everyday, all day long. And he's fiercely protective of our kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4-He knows everything there is to know about current events. Sometimes I complain that he watches too much Bill O'Reilly, Glenn Beck, Sean Hannity, and news, but secretly I think it's kinda sexy that he's so smart and informed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5- He's one of the kindest people I know. A good part of my days off he spends doing service for family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6-He sees the "big picture" so well, but still knows how to play. He loves video games, superheros, and soccer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7-He has a great sense of humor and makes us all laugh everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8-His counseling wisdom. He's always the one I want to ask for advice, and he always knows what to do in tough situations. He's my best friend I can tell him anything. I love it when we stay up late talking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9-He's had a lot of trials in his life. But instead of letting them get him down or losing faith, he learns from them, grows from them, and becomes better because of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10-He's drop dead handsome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S3V2qE5FYQI/AAAAAAAAA8k/s9KYGJoAOAw/s1600-h/SaSsAfRaSstudios_690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437382590359494914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S3V2qE5FYQI/AAAAAAAAA8k/s9KYGJoAOAw/s400/SaSsAfRaSstudios_690.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you so much babe! And here's to no major injuries or surgeries this year, okay? :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-1427258942989611060?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1427258942989611060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=1427258942989611060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/1427258942989611060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/1427258942989611060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-lj.html' title='happy birthday L.J.!'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/S3V7TCjSUII/AAAAAAAAA8s/xk9Bg-mi2Bg/s72-c/IMG_7307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-5904509419350236879</id><published>2010-02-01T21:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:34:46.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Anyone who really knows me knows that my favorite hobby is scrapbooking.  Over the last couple years I have switched over to digital scrapbooking. I just love it. Can I show you why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One page with 3 kids = print three copies instead of make 3 pages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/ingoodcompany_edited-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 480px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/ingoodcompany_edited-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/ellieloveyoumore-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/macieloveyoumore_edited-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Make one cute page...&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/addieloveyoumore_edited-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/ellieloveyoumore-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 480px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/ellieloveyoumore-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Ellie)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/macieloveyoumore_edited-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 480px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/macieloveyoumore_edited-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Macie)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/addieloveyoumore_edited-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 480px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/addieloveyoumore_edited-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Addie)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...swap out the photo, date, and initial on the other 2 in about 10 minutes. Call it cheating, but at least it's getting done! And the best part is, no messes!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-5904509419350236879?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5904509419350236879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=5904509419350236879' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/5904509419350236879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/5904509419350236879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/anyone-who-really-knows-me-knows-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-7041239513652021435</id><published>2010-01-25T00:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:18:38.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>very tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Man, oh man is church at 1:00 rough on the kids (and Mom and Dad, too)! We have sacrament last, and by that time the kids are SO tired and hungry. Macie fell asleep on the two minute drive home, and this is where we found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Addie about 5 minutes after we got home.  Asleep on the dirty laundry pile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_7052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 425px; HEIGHT: 638px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_7052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-7041239513652021435?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7041239513652021435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=7041239513652021435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/7041239513652021435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/7041239513652021435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/very-tired.html' title='very tired.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-739805981072437907</id><published>2010-01-16T13:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T13:39:29.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>multitasking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the great things about having three girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/EAtub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 594px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/EAtub.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/all3tub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 578px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/all3tub.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/Macietub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 532px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/Macietub.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bath time is fast AND fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-739805981072437907?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/739805981072437907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=739805981072437907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/739805981072437907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/739805981072437907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_16.html' title='multitasking.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-4097185179567456066</id><published>2010-01-08T12:24:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:16:37.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my 2010 word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My word for for 2010 is&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; consistency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I make new years resolutions every year. And this year was no exception. But I wanted this one little word as my "mantra", something simple to remind me what I really want to accomplish. Something in the back of my mind to remind me what's most important, and to help me focus on the big picture of what I want to become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tend to get distracted with the little things in life - redecorating the house, getting the girls ready for the day, keeping the house clean, work projects, etc. Sure those things are important too. But they sometimes get priority over the things that matter the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it seems like I'm running in circles - on my way to do one thing, getting distacted by another, then thinking of something else that I have to do, and the first thing I set out to do never gets done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this quote by Elder Uchdorf:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We know what matters most in life-the Light of Christ teaches this to everyone. We as faithful Latter-day Saints have the Holy Ghost as a constant companion to teach us things of eternal value...our weakness is in failing to align our actions with our conscience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;"Pause for a moment and check where your own heart and thoughts are. Are you focused on the things that matter most? How you spend your quiet time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; may provide a valuable clue. Where do your thoughts go when the pressure of deadlines is gone? Are your thoughts and heart focused on those short-lived fleeting things that matter only in the moment, or on the things that matter most?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; know what matters most. But sometimes my actions aren't aligned with what I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will be CONSISTANT this year on the things that matter most - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1: Prayers - individual, family, and companion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2: Scripture study - individual, family, and companion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3: Family Home Evening - every week without fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4: Work out - 5 days a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize these are very basic things. Things I'm okay at, but not great. I want to be great at them before I tackle the bigger things. And really, I think, everything eventually boils down to the basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do I think that because I have written this down it will just magically come to pass? No. I know I need to have a serious plan. And stick to it. Be CONSISTANT. But half the battle is done: I know what I need to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for a new year and a fresh begining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&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/7248874180744234780-4097185179567456066?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4097185179567456066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=4097185179567456066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/4097185179567456066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/4097185179567456066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-2010-word.html' title='my 2010 word.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-968655055531707497</id><published>2009-12-31T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T06:20:00.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 awards ceremony.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's time for the 2009 awards ceremony. These awards rival the Emmys and are accepted with much pride in the Reader family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The award for &lt;strong&gt;cheesiest grin&lt;/strong&gt; goes to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_6716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 480px; HEIGHT: 640px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_6716.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This little girl walks away with the &lt;strong&gt;best dressed&lt;/strong&gt; award...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_6742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 638px; HEIGHT: 850px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_6742.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the winner of &lt;strong&gt;most dramatic&lt;/strong&gt; goes to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 600px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/December091.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acceptance speeches will be cut short since only 1 of the 3 recipients really talk....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's to another great year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-968655055531707497?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/968655055531707497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=968655055531707497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/968655055531707497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/968655055531707497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-awards-ceremony.html' title='2009 awards ceremony.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-1815143713288648918</id><published>2009-12-30T18:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:22:38.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>snippets of christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/December09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 600px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/December09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was a great one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7248874180744234780-1815143713288648918?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1815143713288648918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=1815143713288648918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/1815143713288648918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/1815143713288648918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/snippets-of-christmas.html' title='snippets of christmas.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-2745594470831841904</id><published>2009-12-24T12:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T12:35:11.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the best christmas present ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/sealing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 342px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/sealing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We are ecstatic to announce that we are being sealed forever as a family this Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think that's the best present I could ever ask for. I can't bear the thought of not being with these amazing people who I love so much after this life. And now I don't have to! This has been a long time coming! L.J. and I were married civilly in 2003. Not  because we didn't want to be married in the temple. We were both completely active. Both returned missionaries. Both attended the temple regularly. The problem was that L.J. had been married before and his x-wife was not cooperative in various things that delayed the process of their sealing being cleared so he and I could be sealed. After lots of pondering, praying, and tears, we decided we would be married civilly, knowing it could take a year or more for paperwork to be completed and approved. Since we have been married, we have started the process four times. First, we moved. Then our bishop was diagnosed with cancer and released. Then our stake presidency changed and the paperwork was lost. And this time, it finally worked. I'm so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dresses are bought. Dinner is planned. Heart is overflowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-2745594470831841904?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2745594470831841904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=2745594470831841904' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/2745594470831841904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/2745594470831841904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-christmas-present-ever.html' title='the best christmas present ever.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-2592060984453359035</id><published>2009-12-20T19:28:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T20:01:29.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some fun things we've been doing the past couple weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant got here Friday night. Yeah!!! They are schnuggling (as we call it at our house) getting ready to watch A Christmas Story. As cheesy as it is, we love that show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/4Kids-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/4Kids-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie and I had a little Girls Night Out last week and went and saw the Christmas lights at Temple Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/Temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 602px; HEIGHT: 640px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/Temple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/Chapel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/Chapel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/MomandSass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/MomandSass.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a FHE (idea found&lt;a href="http://nataliesfhespot.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-symbols.html"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;) on wreaths and made these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/Wreath-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 426px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/Wreath-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went the the Festival of Trees a couple weeks ago. The girls LOVED it - especially the dancers and the cinnamon rolls :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/Maciesmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/Maciesmile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girls makes my heart squeeze something crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/EllieBubble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 425px; HEIGHT: 638px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/EllieBubble.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bubble machine! Despite what this picture looks like, Ellie actually loved it, and was trying to blow a bubble (while in a bubble) here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/TreeReal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/TreeReal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LJ's favorite tree. BYU, Jazz, and Real Salt Lake (forget that little Utes plate in the tree and it's perfect). They also had a Star Wars tree he loved - wished he could have taken it home, but the vintage figurines on it were worth $28,000. He's a Star Wars nerd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope your Christmas season is happy too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-2592060984453359035?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2592060984453359035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=2592060984453359035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/2592060984453359035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/2592060984453359035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-fun.html' title='christmas fun.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-7065523049034658301</id><published>2009-12-03T22:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T15:40:40.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my little bakarellas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speaking of Bakerella, have you seen her &lt;a href="http://bakerella.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;? I love it. Gotta try some of those cake pops soon. :) These girlies are quite the little bakers themselves. They LOVE to help in the kitchen! Even if it's as simple as making smoothies for breakfast, they have to be involved in every aspect of it (or I get in lots of trouble :). This day, we made 4 dozen sugar cookies for a fundraiser. 8 batches of dough, 4 batches of frosting, and 8 hours later, they were still helping (could only cook 4 at a time, they were big!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite Addie smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_6662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 494px; HEIGHT: 390px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_6662.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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;div align="center"&gt;They feel so official in their aprons :) (and what cute aprons they are, Keiauni!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_6668-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 425px; HEIGHT: 639px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_6668-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div align="center"&gt;The finished product&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_6668.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_6674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 522px; HEIGHT: 335px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_6674.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who knows, maybe with 16-20 more years with such good helpers in the kitchen we'll all be gourmet chefs by then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-7065523049034658301?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7065523049034658301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=7065523049034658301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/7065523049034658301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/7065523049034658301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-little-bakarellas.html' title='my little bakarellas.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-4678398475398687414</id><published>2009-12-03T17:16:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:28:08.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thanksgiving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanksgiving 2009 - photos in no particular order &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Blogger not cooperating). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We celebrated Thanksgiving at LJ's parent's house, with my parents and Jeff and Brianna. Erik &amp;amp; Allison and Sherina were in Tennessee and Trevor spent his first married Thanksgiving at the in-laws. Soooo, we all got together and had a shin-dig in Tooele. I love love love that we can do that. Love that both sets of parents are open and willing, and tthere is no akwardness. And our kids were in heaven with both sets of grandparents there! We enjoyed a fabulous meal - everything was just perfect. Have to say I think my favorite part is the stuffing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/MomandDadcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 479px; HEIGHT: 599px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/MomandDadcollage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cute parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_6612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_6612.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie and Emma making cupcake turkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_6593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_6593.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_6604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 426px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_6604.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin and Karissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_6605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 425px; HEIGHT: 639px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_6605.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macie during dinner :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_6603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 425px; HEIGHT: 639px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_6603.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and Brianna (one of my favorite people in the whole world!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_6597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 425px; HEIGHT: 639px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_6597.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this picture of Addie. It's so her. Upside down binky on purpose. She won't have it any other way. And I love those big brown eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday for a few reasons. It's so stress free. You just get to be with family, enjoy great food, and relax. And be grateful for all of your blessings. And another reason is because I entered the MTC the week before Thanksgiving. Those were great memories by themselves, but then we got to hear about being grateful from general authorities all day. Those impressions and inspirations have stuck with me. I could go on forever, but I must run. Hope you had a great thanksgiving and continue to be grateful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-4678398475398687414?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4678398475398687414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=4678398475398687414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/4678398475398687414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/4678398475398687414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-2009-photos-in-no.html' title='thanksgiving.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-1561525084585931486</id><published>2009-11-22T21:14:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:28:58.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he's the cheese to my macaroni.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday we celebrated six years of marriage. The journaling pretty much says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/cheesetomymacaronius.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/cheesetomymacaronius-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 480px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/cheesetomymacaronius-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today we celebrated six years of marriage. Someday I'll figure out why I am so blessed to get to spend eternity with L.J. Until then, I will savor everyday with his never failing humor, contagious smile, and how he takes care of me in all of the little ways."&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this boy. A lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-1561525084585931486?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1561525084585931486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=1561525084585931486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/1561525084585931486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/1561525084585931486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='he&apos;s the cheese to my macaroni.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-9102212893286813850</id><published>2009-11-21T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T01:19:57.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, the drama + tender mercies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took all three kids to the pediatrician last week. Ellie needed a follow-up visit for a kidney infection and Addie and Macie needed well child checks and immunizations. L.J. was going to come along, but decided not to because his leg was hurting (more on that later). &lt;em&gt;No big deal&lt;/em&gt;, I thought, realizing there would be a few shots and a few tears. That's nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(All three girls are doing good, all three in the 50th% for height and weight with the exception of Macie's height - she is off the chart tall. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{Note to self: most of my friends and relatives do a separate post on each child with specific stats for yearly appointments. Does that mean I'm a slacker when I can't really even remember the numbers except to the tenth place and clump all three of their stats together into one sentence? Yeah, probably.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ellie got her blood sugar checked - her sample from when she was sick showed a really high glucose. She had also been really thirsty all of the time - a hallmark sign of diabetes. Lots of anxiety for me as everyday I see the ravages of diabetes on patients of mine. Result=116. Big sigh of relief. It's normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything else checked out fine with her and the other girlies. Then the medical assistant came back in. She was carrying the immunizations + flu shots for them. She had eighteen syringes in her hands. EIGHTEEN! Five immunizations each + a flu shot. I started to panic. &lt;em&gt;Not&lt;/em&gt; because of the needles (give me a break), &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; because &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; kids were getting shots, but beacuse I didn't know how I was going to hold and console three crying kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I quickly worked out the order in which I thought that things would go the smoothest. Macie first. She didn't know what was coming, and would probably be the easiest consoled. That worked well. There were some tears, but after a couple minutes and a sucker, all was right with her world again. But Ellie and Addie had watched and knew what they were in for. This was a tough decision, but I knew Addie would give us the most trouble, so I saved her for last. Ellie's turn it was. I told her it was her turn. She said, "okay." Really? "&lt;em&gt;Okay&lt;/em&gt;?" She was supposed to fight and cry and tell me she didn't want to get shots. That would have made it easier. But "&lt;em&gt;okay&lt;/em&gt;?" She even pulled her little pants down to her knees by herself so they could get at her thighs. As she sat there I said in her ear, "I'm so proud of you. This is going to hurt, and it's okay to cry. Squeeze my hand, okay? Cry as loud as you want. I'm not making you get these shots to hurt you, I'm making you get them so you will be healthy and strong. It will only hurt for a minute, but they will keep you healthy and strong for a long time, okay?" Her reply: "I know, Mom. It's okay." She was tough. Really tough. With each shot she said "ouch!" And by the sixth one, there were tears trickling down her face. There were tears trickling down my face too. For an instant, I thought I understood a bajillionth part of what our Heavenly Father felt seeing His Son suffer for our sins. He understood to some degree what had to happen. He knew it would hurt. But he did it so willingly. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;("Okay.")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Understanding that the suffering now would benefit so much in the future &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I know Mom.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I'm so thankful for those little learning moments - the spiritual tender mercies that happen when you least expect them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On with the rest of my story - Addie got her shots and, as expected, totally freaked out. But they were all in. All eighteen of them. Whew! Almost home-free, I thought. Turned out, not quite. Addie's freaking out made Ellie start to cry. Then Macie, who had totally stopped crying, started crying just because the other two were crying. (this is where the oh, the drama part comes in :)). They all sat there on my lap, fitting the best they could, and cried for about 5 minutes. Then one stopped. Then another stopped. Then finally, the last one stopped crying. Then Addie started crying again (I think the silence reminded her she was supposed to be crying). Then Macie started, then Ellie. And so it went for about 15 minutes. They finally all stopped crying long enough to make it out of the office. Then we had another 20 minute session on the couch right outside the office doors. FINALLY, after promises of treats at the store, were we able to make it to the car. Yep. LOTS of drama with three girls. Lots of tears. Lots of loves &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and a little cursing L.J. because he wan't there to help)&lt;/span&gt;. And a stronger testimony, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being Thanksgiving this month, I've been focusing on realizing my blessings and the little tender mercies afforded to me on a daily basis - spiritual, physical, financial, whatever they may be. Like a couple days ago when I stepped away from the computer for a minute to change Addie's diaper. Macie climbed onto my chair, onto the table, and promptly dumped over my full 20 ounce water that was sitting right next to the computer. &lt;em&gt;Somehow&lt;/em&gt;, it missed the computer and and just seeped underneeth. No damage done. But I know that &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; have dumped all over the laptop and fried it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next day, L.J. was doing laundry (sorry, he's still taken:)) and heard a rattling start in the dryer. He immediately stopped the dryer took it apart, and found a hair clip that got sucked through the filter and was about to be sucked into the motor, where it would have been irretrevable and it would have been time to shop for a new dryer (not a good time of year for that). But &lt;em&gt;somehow,&lt;/em&gt; L.J. just happened to be standing there and turned off the dryer one second before it was too late. (L.J.'s leg is mostly healed, and he is walking/limping again. Things are starting to get back to normal again. It's so nice!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe it’s the hot bath and the slather of lavender vanilla lotion, but I feel so peaceful tonight. A kind of floaty bliss that just makes me smile a little bit. I am so incredibly, amazingly blessed, so lucky, so undeservedly fortunate that I’m humbled to just think of all the little beautiful things in my life. There are the Big things - home, family, health, safety, a job to do, a husband who loves me. And I had hot water for a long luxurious soak. And it’s 1 a.m. and I’m getting ready to snuggle down in this comfy bed. I hope you’re feeling blessed tonight, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-9102212893286813850?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9102212893286813850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=9102212893286813850' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/9102212893286813850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/9102212893286813850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-drama-tender-mercies.html' title='oh, the drama + tender mercies.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-5872026830664736436</id><published>2009-11-11T12:08:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:58:12.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fall fun.</title><content type='html'>Umm, yep. These are a little late. Good memories though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are at the local pumpkin patch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_6457-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 425px; HEIGHT: 639px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_6457-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_6455-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_6455-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_6439-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_6439-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_6461-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 639px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_6461-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Halloween night at the Trunk or Treat:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_6465-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/IMG_6465-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/Halloweenstory2009-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/Halloweenstory2009-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they the cutest little bugs you've ever seen? Me too. :)&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/7248874180744234780-5872026830664736436?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5872026830664736436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=5872026830664736436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/5872026830664736436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/5872026830664736436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-fun_11.html' title='fall fun.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-6968080351253157345</id><published>2009-10-23T23:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:41:33.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a conversation with ellie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/Conversation-with-Ellie---f-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 580px; HEIGHT: 580px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/Conversation-with-Ellie---f-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/Conversation-with-Ellie---f.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Text: Mom, come here. Hurry! I need you! Come here! Fast! Mommy, I need a hug and a kiss, &lt;em&gt;right now&lt;/em&gt;. Thank you, mommy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love that girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-6968080351253157345?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6968080351253157345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=6968080351253157345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/6968080351253157345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/6968080351253157345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='a conversation with ellie.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-6838791038513363900</id><published>2009-10-11T19:32:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:07:48.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what we've been up to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a few things we have been up to lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stumbled across &lt;a href="http://www.ohdeedoh.com/ohdeedoh/how-to/how-to-make-sidewalk-chalk-paint-084828"&gt;a blog post on how to make sidewalk paint with cornstarch, water, and food coloring&lt;/a&gt;, and in an effort to enjoy every last minute of the warm weather, decided to give it a try. It was lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/StKWgEBAWjI/AAAAAAAAA6k/0fbpnzJP_Fo/s1600-h/Both+Painting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391537181493844530" style="WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/StKWgEBAWjI/AAAAAAAAA6k/0fbpnzJP_Fo/s400/Both+Painting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie is DEEP into all things girly right now - princesses/rainbows/unicorns/butterflies/paint-my-nails/everything must be pink phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/StKWgtuxiCI/AAAAAAAAA6s/MneRNzvQMyk/s1600-h/Ellie+Rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391537192691664930" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/StKWgtuxiCI/AAAAAAAAA6s/MneRNzvQMyk/s400/Ellie+Rainbow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addie - well - see previous post. Turned my head for two seconds. Two seconds! I swear she had it planned. Good news is, it's super washable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/StKWfghHIVI/AAAAAAAAA6c/UmMJqtHR4Ow/s1600-h/Addie+Car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391537171964830034" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/StKWfghHIVI/AAAAAAAAA6c/UmMJqtHR4Ow/s400/Addie+Car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, and I had to stop and look at this photo for a minute - is this my little girl? This girl is BIG! She’s completely lost those baby features in favor of a girl’s face. Beautiful and heart-pulling all at the same time. Wow. Motherhood is an emotional web of complexity, and it seems like just when I feel like I’m finally getting hold of things, well, goodbye toddlerhood and hello Little Girlville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/StKWhJHanzI/AAAAAAAAA60/yAIe8GGBq5U/s1600-h/Ellie+Babe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391537200042778418" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/StKWhJHanzI/AAAAAAAAA60/yAIe8GGBq5U/s400/Ellie+Babe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've really focused the last few months on reading scriptures as a family every night. A couple of times a week Ellie will tell us she needs some "peace and quiet" and goes to Grant's room to read her scriptures. We find her like this every time. I swear, this girl &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; everything good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/StKWhoBZYNI/AAAAAAAAA68/fYmeslCWXQg/s1600-h/Ellie+Scriptures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391537208339030226" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/StKWhoBZYNI/AAAAAAAAA68/fYmeslCWXQg/s400/Ellie+Scriptures.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Logan last weekend to pick up Addie Cakes. She stayed with them for a week. My sweet family has been so good about helping us out with this whole broken leg thing. We hung out for a few hours, went to dinner at the Olive Garden (a couple minutes after they brought us out our food we were all digging in. Nobody noticed Addie was standing in the aisle and had taken off her pants and diaper. Nobody except everybody sitting at the nearby tables). When we were leaving my parents took our vehicle and the kids and we took theirs. I wasn't quite sure what was going on, until we pulled up to Anniversary Inn. He had &lt;em&gt;completely &lt;/em&gt;surprised me. After four months of broken leggedness at our house (and still a few more months to go), we both needed a little getaway. And it was pure bliss. We stayed at King Arthur's Castle - complete with a sword in the stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I miss L.J. We live in the same house, sleep in the same bed, sit at the same table for dinner, raise the same kids. But sometimes, when things get really crazy, like now, it's like we're strangers passing each other in the hallway with ringing headaches from screaming kids. On a typical evening as we try to talk...him asking what is on the agenda for the next few days and me telling him some story that happened at work. Ellie is interrupting to tell me (in a very dramatic way) every detail from her imaginary princessland, Addie's screaming for who-knows-what and Macie is pounding on her high chair tray and throwing her roll across the table. And I have lots of extra chores to do, that LJ normally takes care of, but aren't really do-able with one leg. And LJ's going nuts not being able to do those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this night, for twelve hours, I got to have him all to myself. Oh boy, was it nice. I sit and wonder sometimes what I ever did to deserve L.J. I know that sounds as cheesy as it gets, but man oh man I hit the jackpot. He has the kindest heart I know. And he can see the "big picture" in life better than anyone I've met. On our wedding day 6 years ago I thought I was head over heels in love. But when I look back I realize how much deeper love can be. Has it been butterflies and rainbows the whole time? Heck no! But I'll tell you what: I still get a little heart-jump when I see him across the room. And I adore him more than I can ever even try to express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it all off, we got to enjoy the awesome fall colors of Sardine Canyon on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/StKl4acuSgI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/el1BasYl7eY/s1600-h/Fall+Colors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391554092506958338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/StKl4acuSgI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/el1BasYl7eY/s400/Fall+Colors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/StKl41nWYlI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/FLpbqK8eV-Y/s1600-h/Fall+Colors2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391554099799286354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/StKl41nWYlI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/FLpbqK8eV-Y/s400/Fall+Colors2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LJ Update: healing but VERY VERY slowly. At his last appointment two weeks ago, the plan was for a walking cast, but his bones hadn't healed enough to do so. At least they are healing, a little tiny bit. That's better than last time! Then yesterday his incision was really red and swollen with some pussy drainage coming out of it (I'll inhibit my nursing instincts at this point and stop with the description). He woke up with a fever of 102. His disolvable sutures have not dissolved and have turned into abcesses (infection) = super high dose of antibiotics and pray the infection hasn't gone to the bone. At this point it's wait and see for a few days. I'll keep you posted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-6838791038513363900?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6838791038513363900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=6838791038513363900' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/6838791038513363900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/6838791038513363900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-weve-been-up-to.html' title='what we&apos;ve been up to.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/StKWgEBAWjI/AAAAAAAAA6k/0fbpnzJP_Fo/s72-c/Both+Painting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-3919923344167119985</id><published>2009-10-04T22:15:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:42:48.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my artists.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ellie is turning into quite the artist. She colors or draws for at least a couple hours everyday. Here are some of her works:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SsmDYMMEKQI/AAAAAAAAA5s/vasGEQzn2pw/s1600-h/Ellie+-+MLP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388982880737437954" style="WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SsmDYMMEKQI/AAAAAAAAA5s/vasGEQzn2pw/s400/Ellie+-+MLP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;(this is a bird)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SsmBsYST--I/AAAAAAAAA5E/s_iFyH9Qx7U/s1600-h/Ellier+Bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388981028558994402" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SsmBsYST--I/AAAAAAAAA5E/s_iFyH9Qx7U/s400/Ellier+Bird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;Addie is becoming quite the artist as well. Here are some examples of her works:&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SsmBuC94I5I/AAAAAAAAA5k/xCVHLyCm0SE/s1600-h/Addie+Legs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388981057195877266" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SsmBuC94I5I/AAAAAAAAA5k/xCVHLyCm0SE/s400/Addie+Legs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SsmBt3kP4pI/AAAAAAAAA5c/U9wCiK8N--A/s1600-h/Addie+Door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388981054135591570" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SsmBt3kP4pI/AAAAAAAAA5c/U9wCiK8N--A/s400/Addie+Door.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SsmBtbxKEMI/AAAAAAAAA5U/UkA_3Lf40Iw/s1600-h/Addie+Doll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388981046673543362" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SsmBtbxKEMI/AAAAAAAAA5U/UkA_3Lf40Iw/s400/Addie+Doll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SsmBsnF6WOI/AAAAAAAAA5M/JWU0n2KycGU/s1600-h/Addie+Couch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388981032533514466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SsmBsnF6WOI/AAAAAAAAA5M/JWU0n2KycGU/s400/Addie+Couch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SsmDYV9bgBI/AAAAAAAAA50/RV-sbSIZ61A/s1600-h/Addie+Wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388982883360407570" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SsmDYV9bgBI/AAAAAAAAA50/RV-sbSIZ61A/s400/Addie+Wall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good thing I just bought a bottle of Wonder Cleaner from the traveling salesman that looked homeless so I felt sorry for him and bought his Wonder Cleaner that "cleans anything" and is non-toxic for $35 because I'm such a sucker and have a really hard time saying no, &lt;em&gt;especially&lt;/em&gt; because he looked homeless. I'll be needing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-3919923344167119985?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3919923344167119985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=3919923344167119985' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/3919923344167119985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/3919923344167119985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-artists.html' title='my artists.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SsmDYMMEKQI/AAAAAAAAA5s/vasGEQzn2pw/s72-c/Ellie+-+MLP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-2193955268385086941</id><published>2009-09-24T01:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:45:19.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love this.</title><content type='html'>Ran across this today and loved it. It applies to us everyday, but I know a couple people who could really use it right now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UbsU3b2srQA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UbsU3b2srQA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-2193955268385086941?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2193955268385086941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=2193955268385086941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/2193955268385086941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/2193955268385086941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/httpwww.html' title='love this.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-6527492660041155613</id><published>2009-09-09T21:30:00.023-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T13:10:46.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>our naked superhero.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/addie-cake.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Captain Huggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sq_xuWVS_9I/AAAAAAAAA3M/XZkk7hZUH9A/s1600-h/Super+Addie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381785858302214098" style="WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sq_xuWVS_9I/AAAAAAAAA3M/XZkk7hZUH9A/s400/Super+Addie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/SuperAddie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/dschmack/SuperAddie-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's our resident superhero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most of the time, she's naked. She's &lt;em&gt;usually&lt;/em&gt; not completely naked. Sometimes she's wearing shoes, or a purse, or a necklace, or a cape. But in her comic book, two year olds don't need clothes or diapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This girl cracks us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;P.S. #9, baby. Oh, yeah. :)&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/7248874180744234780-6527492660041155613?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6527492660041155613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=6527492660041155613' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/6527492660041155613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/6527492660041155613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-naked-super-hero.html' title='our naked superhero.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sq_xuWVS_9I/AAAAAAAAA3M/XZkk7hZUH9A/s72-c/Super+Addie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-3695407088577120919</id><published>2009-09-04T18:21:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T12:37:36.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>round 2.</title><content type='html'>This morning was round 2 of surgery for LJ's broken leg. His leg just wasn't healing. They took out all of the old hardware and put in bigger stuff. They filled in the breaks with bone paste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SqHs8Sn_rNI/AAAAAAAAA2o/K80mqCByZr4/s1600-h/IMG_5995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377839950592978130" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SqHs8Sn_rNI/AAAAAAAAA2o/K80mqCByZr4/s400/IMG_5995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;right before surgery (isn't he cute in a bouffant cap?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SqHtHgFWMJI/AAAAAAAAA24/sExE3dj1Fc4/s1600-h/IMG_5997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377840143184310418" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SqHtHgFWMJI/AAAAAAAAA24/sExE3dj1Fc4/s400/IMG_5997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stylin' cast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The big decision of the day was which color cast to get. It was a hard decision between BYU blue (21 hours until kick off - GO COUGARS!) or camo. But LJ insists he's going hunting no matter what, so camo it was. They came out half way through the surgery to give me an update, and I asked them if they would do pink, but they didn't. LJ's sure happy about that. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that funky little thing is a bone stimulator. It sends impulses to the bone and is supposed to help it heal better. LJ needs all the help he can get! But so far so good. We'll see how he's doing tomorrow when the nerve block wears off... &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/7248874180744234780-3695407088577120919?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3695407088577120919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=3695407088577120919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/3695407088577120919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/3695407088577120919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/round-2.html' title='round 2.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SqHs8Sn_rNI/AAAAAAAAA2o/K80mqCByZr4/s72-c/IMG_5995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-3386651711744451297</id><published>2009-08-31T17:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:18:55.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a fun weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SpxmHmPB6vI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/pGwbz3--8YA/s1600-h/ellieanddadrounded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376284335882234610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SpxmHmPB6vI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/pGwbz3--8YA/s400/ellieanddadrounded.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Spxl5zXtq9I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/6WaxZMZR4lQ/s1600-h/goodfoodrounded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376284098890148818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Spxl5zXtq9I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/6WaxZMZR4lQ/s400/goodfoodrounded.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Spxl5RZF7TI/AAAAAAAAA2I/LM_mdYglL18/s1600-h/maciecake2rounded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376284089769127218" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Spxl5RZF7TI/AAAAAAAAA2I/LM_mdYglL18/s400/maciecake2rounded.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Spxl4nMj0QI/AAAAAAAAA2A/sdzI92V4NDk/s1600-h/makecake1rounded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376284078442270978" style="WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Spxl4nMj0QI/AAAAAAAAA2A/sdzI92V4NDk/s400/makecake1rounded.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Spxl4EFcarI/AAAAAAAAA14/DEl99GIqYzI/s1600-h/maciecake4rounded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376284069017184946" style="WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Spxl4EFcarI/AAAAAAAAA14/DEl99GIqYzI/s400/maciecake4rounded.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Spxl3oK4x8I/AAAAAAAAA1w/9oASN-fjkQs/s1600-h/Maciepinkrounded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376284061523822530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Spxl3oK4x8I/AAAAAAAAA1w/9oASN-fjkQs/s400/Maciepinkrounded.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ellie's first soccer game +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Macie's 1st birthday party +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.favfamilyrecipes.com/search/label/Chicken"&gt;good food&lt;/a&gt; +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;grandparents +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;friends +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;off work for the weekend +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perfect weather =&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;one great weekend.&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/7248874180744234780-3386651711744451297?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3386651711744451297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=3386651711744451297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/3386651711744451297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/3386651711744451297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-fun-weekend.html' title='what a fun weekend.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SpxmHmPB6vI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/pGwbz3--8YA/s72-c/ellieanddadrounded.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-2780618191141978580</id><published>2009-08-18T20:48:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:19:40.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>family fotos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://sassafrasstudio.blogspot.com/"&gt;Keiauni &lt;/a&gt;took these photos for us. I love how they turned out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sot4ZoSeYcI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/YxInJhKq4mA/s1600-h/SaSsAfRaSstudios_711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371519362276417986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sot4ZoSeYcI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/YxInJhKq4mA/s400/SaSsAfRaSstudios_711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sot4ZBoLHBI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/5PpQEoWQX38/s1600-h/SaSsAfRaSstudios_499+copy.jpg+-+cropped"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371519351898446866" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sot4ZBoLHBI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/5PpQEoWQX38/s400/SaSsAfRaSstudios_499+copy.jpg+-+cropped" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sot39_sMLiI/AAAAAAAAA0I/nJB7t_l9IJU/s1600-h/SaSsAfRaSstudios_682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371518887521955362" style="WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sot39_sMLiI/AAAAAAAAA0I/nJB7t_l9IJU/s400/SaSsAfRaSstudios_682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sot39ZZbKcI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Uv1p174CqGM/s1600-h/SaSsAfRaSstudios_503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371518877242698178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sot39ZZbKcI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Uv1p174CqGM/s400/SaSsAfRaSstudios_503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sot38rI31uI/AAAAAAAAAz4/KIOjBElbgeU/s1600-h/SaSsAfRaSstudios_670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371518864825243362" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sot38rI31uI/AAAAAAAAAz4/KIOjBElbgeU/s400/SaSsAfRaSstudios_670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sot38PnoOaI/AAAAAAAAAzw/Q_oz8GXdogU/s1600-h/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371518857438050722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sot38PnoOaI/AAAAAAAAAzw/Q_oz8GXdogU/s400/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sot37kYB5YI/AAAAAAAAAzo/jWTGNVy1J2c/s1600-h/SaSsAfRaSstudios_538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371518845829899650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sot37kYB5YI/AAAAAAAAAzo/jWTGNVy1J2c/s400/SaSsAfRaSstudios_538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-2780618191141978580?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2780618191141978580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=2780618191141978580' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/2780618191141978580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/2780618191141978580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/httpi362.html' title='family fotos.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sot4ZoSeYcI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/YxInJhKq4mA/s72-c/SaSsAfRaSstudios_711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-7372989687891877109</id><published>2009-08-07T23:12:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:20:18.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate this part.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grant went back to Arkansas a couple days ago. We have all been moping around the house ever since. Life is not normal at our house without him. We had tons of fun while he was here. Ellie adores him. She always calls him "my Granster". He adores LJ. He bonded with Addie. (Give him another year for Macie.) Him and I have &lt;em&gt;a lot &lt;/em&gt;in common. We won't see him again until Christmas. We love him a whole lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sn0Y3fO3TtI/AAAAAAAAAyw/xiln6N9UM90/s1600-h/grantsummer2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367473672451215058" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sn0Y3fO3TtI/AAAAAAAAAyw/xiln6N9UM90/s400/grantsummer2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-7372989687891877109?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7372989687891877109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=7372989687891877109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/7372989687891877109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/7372989687891877109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hate-this-part.html' title='i hate this part.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sn0Y3fO3TtI/AAAAAAAAAyw/xiln6N9UM90/s72-c/grantsummer2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-5024860700791344293</id><published>2009-08-02T22:58:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T08:49:46.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like Her A Lot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Macie is at a fun age. Old enough to be saying words and showing personality, but too young to "know better," so her mischievous deeds are still a little endearing. Except for that day she found my scriptures and ripped about 50 pages out of them. That wasn't very cute. Some of my favorite things about her: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her newest word is "ta-to" (thank you). She really knows when to use it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When she wakes up in the morning and after naps she wants about 15 minutes of snuggles then she's off, and pretty much entertains herself until she gets hungry or tired. Perfect balance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She usually waves goodbye with both arms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She recently learned how to give kisses. I will do just about anything to get one (you know, the open mouth ones). Sometimes she gives 'attack kisses' - like ten in a row - and usually this is unsolicited.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She loves to share her food. Okay, really it's force feeding. When she wants to share, she won't take no for an answer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She is becoming a little tease. Several times I have been holding her with LJ standing nearby. I will ask her for a kiss and she she will come in for a kiss then turn to LJ and kiss him instead (or vice versa). Then she laughs and laughs. She knows she's funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's such a sweet girl. We're not really sure what we ever did without her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SnaFiDzT9cI/AAAAAAAAAyo/DMqPBvHjcrA/s1600-h/IMG_5785-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365622826241095106" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SnaFiDzT9cI/AAAAAAAAAyo/DMqPBvHjcrA/s400/IMG_5785-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-5024860700791344293?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5024860700791344293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=5024860700791344293' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/5024860700791344293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/5024860700791344293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-like-her-lot.html' title='I Like Her A Lot.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SnaFiDzT9cI/AAAAAAAAAyo/DMqPBvHjcrA/s72-c/IMG_5785-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-5284294629160533632</id><published>2009-07-23T20:28:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:39:30.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Capitol Reef.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have this whole week off for vacation. We were going to go to Disneyland. I tried to convince LJ that it would be great because we could go to the front of every line since he is in a wheelchair, but he didn't go for it. So we settled for something a little closer to home and more low-key - Capitol Reef. It was super fun. We listened to everything from Handel's Messiah to Pearl Jam, talked, read good books, and saw beautiful scenery. The best part was just being together without worrying about anything else.&lt;br /&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;Grant and Ellie and some beautiful scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Smktl1fdmqI/AAAAAAAAAxc/e70aRLBqem0/s1600-h/Capitolv+Reef+Grant+and+Ellie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361866959398738594" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Smktl1fdmqI/AAAAAAAAAxc/e70aRLBqem0/s400/Capitolv+Reef+Grant+and+Ellie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SmktlWnXXII/AAAAAAAAAxU/q7CW6Tln6Yw/s1600-h/Capitol+Reef+View.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361866951110384770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SmktlWnXXII/AAAAAAAAAxU/q7CW6Tln6Yw/s400/Capitol+Reef+View.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The swimming pool at the hotel was one of the highlights for the kids. Ellie kept calling the hotel "our new home." She didn't want to come back to our "old home."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SmktkW1J9WI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Q8hPQy2wp1o/s1600-h/CApitol+Reef+Swimming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361866933988357474" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SmktkW1J9WI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Q8hPQy2wp1o/s400/CApitol+Reef+Swimming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grant being super brave. This is the kid who wouldn't even play at McDonalds Playland by himself until he was six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SmktkDA7I3I/AAAAAAAAAxE/UM5R-Pb4ckc/s1600-h/Capitol+Reef+Grant+Ledge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361866928669008754" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SmktkDA7I3I/AAAAAAAAAxE/UM5R-Pb4ckc/s400/Capitol+Reef+Grant+Ledge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SmkscHqw5pI/AAAAAAAAAw8/tuZK4TPd5Sw/s1600-h/Capitol+Reef+Vista.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361865692967659154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SmkscHqw5pI/AAAAAAAAAw8/tuZK4TPd5Sw/s400/Capitol+Reef+Vista.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Addie enjoying our breakfast on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SmksbzVVQvI/AAAAAAAAAw0/u1tefonElwc/s1600-h/Capitol+Reef+Addie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361865687509058290" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SmksbzVVQvI/AAAAAAAAAw0/u1tefonElwc/s400/Capitol+Reef+Addie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Smksbn2K_kI/AAAAAAAAAws/cjP_Ioz9FQ8/s1600-h/Capitol+Reef+Visitors+Center.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361865684425571906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Smksbn2K_kI/AAAAAAAAAws/cjP_Ioz9FQ8/s400/Capitol+Reef+Visitors+Center.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some cool petroglyphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Smk5kxq82uI/AAAAAAAAAx8/YTAi8kNLeDA/s1600-h/IMG_5700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361880135332846306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Smk5kxq82uI/AAAAAAAAAx8/YTAi8kNLeDA/s400/IMG_5700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On one of our little hikes, this little stroller barely made it through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SmksbGNrP1I/AAAAAAAAAwk/w9S3vbTegrM/s1600-h/CApitol+Reef+Addie+Narrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361865675397349202" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SmksbGNrP1I/AAAAAAAAAwk/w9S3vbTegrM/s400/CApitol+Reef+Addie+Narrow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Smksa0q-6_I/AAAAAAAAAwc/wr6-s9WGT58/s1600-h/Capitol+Reef+4+of+Us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361865670688435186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Smksa0q-6_I/AAAAAAAAAwc/wr6-s9WGT58/s400/Capitol+Reef+4+of+Us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is how Macie spent most of the trip - happy on Dad's lap. It was actually really nice not having to haul the double stroller around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SmkyYh_6RhI/AAAAAAAAAx0/yJP1_Q0SB8c/s1600-h/IMG_5681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361872228385965586" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SmkyYh_6RhI/AAAAAAAAAx0/yJP1_Q0SB8c/s400/IMG_5681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A funny story about from trip - we got to our hotel around 7:30 pm. We checked in, unpacked, and got dinner at a local cafe. We left and went to buy some milk for Macie and could not find a gas station or grocery store open within a 20 mile radius! So we gave Macie a bottle of water for bedtime. She was not impressed. So she didn't fall asleep easily like she normally does. Instead she crawled around on our bed for TWO hours - in the dark - saying the only 'word' she can say - "Uh-oh!" (like what you say when something falls). She literally said that over and over for two hours while crawling all over me and LJ while we were trying to sleep. She finally sacked out on a bottom corner of the bed with her bum up in the air and didn't move an inch until she woke up the next morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-5284294629160533632?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5284294629160533632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=5284294629160533632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/5284294629160533632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/5284294629160533632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/capitol-reef.html' title='Capitol Reef.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Smktl1fdmqI/AAAAAAAAAxc/e70aRLBqem0/s72-c/Capitolv+Reef+Grant+and+Ellie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-4329549007207785513</id><published>2009-07-08T21:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T04:49:07.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other day as I was holding Addie, an overwhelming concept just randomly hit me. Hard. About the worth of a soul and my incredible responsibility as a mom. I'm amazed by the reaction it creates within me by simply thinking about the possibility of someone mistreating my kids or teaching them bad things. I'm definitely a mamma bear. Don't mess with my babies. I thank God everyday for these little miracles. Then I plead for Him to help me know what to give them and teach them so they can make it through the filth of this world with their integrity still intact. The thought of bringing up such precious and wonderfully innocent little people in this world full of filth and selfishness is enough to bring me to my knees over and over. I believe that is the key to doing the best I can. The Lord knows what they need. I need to keep myself in a place where I can feel His promptings. If I tried to do this on my own I would end up with serious regrets. It's a mistake I cannot afford to make; they would ultimately pay. I won't know every little thing that is happening in their lives, but He will. Suddenly the counsel given over and over that doing things halfway isn't going to cut it really sinks in. What do I want most for my kids? I want them to have joy and peace in their lives. Both of those can only be obtained through following the Savior and living as He would. Everything the world has to offer is temporary and ultimately leaves one empty. Whether people will admit it or not they are ultimately looking for joy and peace. The ones looking the wrong direction seem to think the next leap in the wrong direction is somehow going to be the means to an end and always end up disappointed. Satan is clever isn't he? The more he can keep you jumping off into the dark the harder it will be to know which way is back. There are examples everywhere. Morality has taken a dive off the deep end. So many have beaten down the light of Christ to a point they can't see past the nose on their own face. Once they have shut out the spirit from their lives, seemingly intelligent people will believe and say things that leave common sense on it's death bed. I can't afford to underestimate Satan. Which means doing everything I can to keep the Savior close. The right choices are so much more obvious and troubles less insurmountable when I'm looking the right direction. I think about how to get my girls through adolescence intact a lot. It's something I don't want to figure out when it's too late. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ultimately I always come back to humbly recognizing that what I need is divine intervention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thanks for listening. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-4329549007207785513?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4329549007207785513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=4329549007207785513' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/4329549007207785513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/4329549007207785513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/learning.html' title='Learning.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-8140451341229312132</id><published>2009-07-04T12:09:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T12:39:46.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grant Ready.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sk-vokU4vxI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/AAr9HtrosUA/s1600-h/IMG_5577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354691593447718674" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sk-vokU4vxI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/AAr9HtrosUA/s400/IMG_5577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Grant got here last Sunday from Arkansas. He will be here for 5 weeks. We are SO happy to have him here! I just wanted to post some pictures of his room we got ready the day before he came (although it's been in the works for a while).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sk-pbnZ19WI/AAAAAAAAAvw/uBrHb2RN9-w/s1600-h/IMG_5506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354684773865747810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sk-pbnZ19WI/AAAAAAAAAvw/uBrHb2RN9-w/s400/IMG_5506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Hi Addie). I got this headboard for a killer deal and we kind of worked around it for the rest of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sk-pbdFwiNI/AAAAAAAAAvo/VRfiWN8sCo0/s1600-h/IMG_5518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354684771097151698" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sk-pbdFwiNI/AAAAAAAAAvo/VRfiWN8sCo0/s400/IMG_5518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The awesome crown molding and casing job (notice the rope lighting) - done by LJ before the broken leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sk-payVgNsI/AAAAAAAAAvg/dXabX-q14Co/s1600-h/IMG_5501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354684759620466370" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sk-payVgNsI/AAAAAAAAAvg/dXabX-q14Co/s400/IMG_5501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dresser-in-a-day. I picked this up at the D.I. for $15 Friday morning, slapped some new paint, glaze, and handles on it, and it was done that night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sk-prkSCZQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/an5rfd3S_nw/s1600-h/IMG_5498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354685047905608962" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sk-prkSCZQI/AAAAAAAAAv4/an5rfd3S_nw/s400/IMG_5498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(before)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So it's fun having just a part time boy to buy stuff and decorate for. Girl stuff is still more fun (sorry to those of you who have all boys, but it's true) but it adds some nice variety. :) This room is totally Grant - sports bedspread, Star Wars, Superman, and Ironman posters on the walls, and BYU picture frames I made. And this morning he arranged all of his 42 Marvel action figures on the headboard and threatened anyone who touches them. :) We sure love this dude!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-8140451341229312132?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8140451341229312132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=8140451341229312132' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/8140451341229312132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/8140451341229312132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/grant-ready.html' title='Grant Ready.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sk-vokU4vxI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/AAr9HtrosUA/s72-c/IMG_5577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-8325706981387835307</id><published>2009-07-02T13:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T13:53:03.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Years Ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Four years ago our lives were changed forever as we became parents for the first time to this little girl.&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sk0bKBaQuVI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/dJ-EI0M4gGM/s1600-h/Ellie%27s+Birth+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353965391004612946" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sk0bKBaQuVI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/dJ-EI0M4gGM/s400/Ellie%27s+Birth+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Since that time, we have just loved her more and more everyday. She really is the most giving, kind-hearted little girl I know. She is a peacemaker and wants everyone to be happy. She will give her toy to Addie if she wants it, or offer to help with whatever you are doing. She loves snuggles, yogurt, dressing up like a princess, and helping daddy in the garage. She sings all day and her favorites are 'I Love to See the Temple' and 'Little Mermaid Where are You?' (written by Ellie). We love this beautiful, amazing little girl and we are SO blessed that she is part of our family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Ellie!&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sk0bKtba8XI/AAAAAAAAAvY/79yv1m9lA_g/s1600-h/IMG_5243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353965402820637042" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sk0bKtba8XI/AAAAAAAAAvY/79yv1m9lA_g/s400/IMG_5243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-8325706981387835307?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8325706981387835307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=8325706981387835307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/8325706981387835307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/8325706981387835307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/four-years-ago.html' title='Four Years Ago...'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sk0bKBaQuVI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/dJ-EI0M4gGM/s72-c/Ellie%27s+Birth+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-14562494180602731</id><published>2009-06-25T13:35:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:38:10.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far So Good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have had quite the week! Here's a little photo documentation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SkPlEXB6FtI/AAAAAAAAAug/jAjZYxOkyX8/s1600-h/IMG00334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351372645310535378" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SkPlEXB6FtI/AAAAAAAAAug/jAjZYxOkyX8/s400/IMG00334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6.16.09 - the initial break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SkPpDtmAPPI/AAAAAAAAAuo/9VweCo1DlPg/s1600-h/IMG_5489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351377032234155250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SkPpDtmAPPI/AAAAAAAAAuo/9VweCo1DlPg/s400/IMG_5489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.19.09 - some nice bruising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SkPqrRomWfI/AAAAAAAAAuw/srxK31nMocg/s1600-h/image-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351378811435244018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SkPqrRomWfI/AAAAAAAAAuw/srxK31nMocg/s400/image-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6.23.09 - fixed with a plate and 6 screws &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surgery was delayed a little bit from the initial plan. We didn't like the orthopedic surgeon the hospital sent us to, so we went to our regular guy. Yes, I know most people don't have a 'regular' orthopedic surgeon. LJ's a bit more fragile than most. This was surgery #4 by Dr. Douglas in 3.5 years. I asked him if he did a punch card, like buy 4 surgeries, get the 5th free. The sugery went well. LJ was hating life yesterday after the nerve block wore off, but doing a bit better today. He can't put any weight on it for 12 weeks. Our summer is going to be a bit more laid back than we had planned (Grant gets here on Sunday for 5 weeks. Yay!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a HUGE thank-you to all of family and friends who have helped us out and offered to help this past week. You have been life savers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-14562494180602731?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/14562494180602731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=14562494180602731' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/14562494180602731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/14562494180602731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-far-so-good.html' title='So Far So Good.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SkPlEXB6FtI/AAAAAAAAAug/jAjZYxOkyX8/s72-c/IMG00334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-181516251350995093</id><published>2009-06-19T12:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T17:28:17.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny, LJ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SjvtrDAImVI/AAAAAAAAAuY/IT1EXXAr72g/s1600-h/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349130306228623698" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SjvtrDAImVI/AAAAAAAAAuY/IT1EXXAr72g/s400/image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Interpretation: Name: Lawrence Reader&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Diagnosis: Right distal tibia and fibula fracture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plan: 1 New role playing game {Playstation} + popcorn weekly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Signed: John Douglas)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7248874180744234780-181516251350995093?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/181516251350995093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=181516251350995093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/181516251350995093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/181516251350995093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/funny-lj.html' title='Funny, LJ.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SjvtrDAImVI/AAAAAAAAAuY/IT1EXXAr72g/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-8456470130234860275</id><published>2009-06-16T19:24:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T06:58:13.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT WHAT I HAD PLANNED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; what I had planned to do today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SjhUKa5EbJI/AAAAAAAAAuI/QXhAsU8JbcY/s1600-h/IMG_5476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348117095496576146" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SjhUKa5EbJI/AAAAAAAAAuI/QXhAsU8JbcY/s400/IMG_5476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SjhUJ6o8cKI/AAAAAAAAAuA/GQC3BnxM5rE/s1600-h/IMG_5475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348117086839009442" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SjhUJ6o8cKI/AAAAAAAAAuA/GQC3BnxM5rE/s400/IMG_5475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I planned to read lots of books with my girls, take them on a long walk, shnuggle, and watch Cinderella. LJ was going to our friend's house to help him do some remodeling all day. All was well until about 10:00 am. LJ was standing on a ceiling truss and it broke. There was no ceiling, and he fell to the ground floor and broke his leg in three places. Surgery is scheduled for Thursday. Hopefully &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;will go as planned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-8456470130234860275?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8456470130234860275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=8456470130234860275' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/8456470130234860275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/8456470130234860275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-what-i-had-planned.html' title='NOT WHAT I HAD PLANNED.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SjhUKa5EbJI/AAAAAAAAAuI/QXhAsU8JbcY/s72-c/IMG_5476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-4380728436815293102</id><published>2009-06-10T20:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T07:24:57.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it Out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've got to check &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D0v3d6SFcDys&amp;amp;h=82be5c85dc2acbb25a905c5698c453ff"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; You-Tube video out. My friend, the amazingly talented Steve Nelson (the guy in the red shirt) is the celloist. You will love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SjB-vjMJIpI/AAAAAAAAAto/giTKPmskR0c/s1600-h/image0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SjB-vjMJIpI/AAAAAAAAAto/giTKPmskR0c/s1600-h/image0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345912113053901458" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SjB-vjMJIpI/AAAAAAAAAto/giTKPmskR0c/s400/image0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{at Disneyland - an awesome road trip - temples - the beach - John Williams and James Taylor at the Hollywood Bowl}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SjB-vjMJIpI/AAAAAAAAAto/giTKPmskR0c/s1600-h/image0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-4380728436815293102?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4380728436815293102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=4380728436815293102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/4380728436815293102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/4380728436815293102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/check-it-out.html' title='Check it Out.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SjB-vjMJIpI/AAAAAAAAAto/giTKPmskR0c/s72-c/image0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-3764084723621790088</id><published>2009-06-09T19:54:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T07:25:30.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you Hear?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did you hear? Clothes are optional today (if you ask Addie). Spread the word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Si8g8tBmyDI/AAAAAAAAAtg/LeYBrljUFlM/s1600-h/IMG_5373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345527509962639410" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Si8g8tBmyDI/AAAAAAAAAtg/LeYBrljUFlM/s400/IMG_5373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-3764084723621790088?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3764084723621790088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=3764084723621790088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/3764084723621790088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/3764084723621790088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/did-you-hear.html' title='Did you Hear?'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Si8g8tBmyDI/AAAAAAAAAtg/LeYBrljUFlM/s72-c/IMG_5373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-5962705347711719008</id><published>2009-06-05T10:43:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:05:02.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addie's Birthday and a Family Reunion.</title><content type='html'>Memorial Day was Addie's Birthday. She turned 2! We had a little party. Here she is opening presents and trying on her new dress-ups - Ellie's helping too :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SilcDiv6yxI/AAAAAAAAAsI/plmvPGF0W1Q/s1600-h/IMG_5062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343903648788957970" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SilcDiv6yxI/AAAAAAAAAsI/plmvPGF0W1Q/s400/IMG_5062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SilcD7Qa3HI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/kRsJyUUGNKs/s1600-h/IMG_5070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343903655367728242" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SilcD7Qa3HI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/kRsJyUUGNKs/s400/IMG_5070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here she is as happy as could be. Wearing her princess dress and blowing bubbles all while swinging in her new swing. And all of the grandparents were there. It doesn't get any better than that for Addie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SilcEREDB7I/AAAAAAAAAsY/i_AWD9pdjoM/s1600-h/IMG_5088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343903661221414834" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SilcEREDB7I/AAAAAAAAAsY/i_AWD9pdjoM/s400/IMG_5088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that night, what started out as a little barbeque for Memorial Day and Addie's birthday, turned into a family reunion with aunts and uncles and cousins. I loved every minute of it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SileYLAmyhI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/KjHZLd9K-mk/s1600-h/IMG_5115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343906202217007634" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SileYLAmyhI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/KjHZLd9K-mk/s400/IMG_5115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SilcFN60wvI/AAAAAAAAAso/i26Sx4ECGvU/s1600-h/IMG_5111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343903677557293810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SilcFN60wvI/AAAAAAAAAso/i26Sx4ECGvU/s400/IMG_5111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SileXhObiDI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Ha2GJhrNRmM/s1600-h/IMG_5094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343906191000700978" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SileXhObiDI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Ha2GJhrNRmM/s400/IMG_5094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SilcE-Xri6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/5Vgx05F4yN4/s1600-h/IMG_5114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343903673383357346" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SilcE-Xri6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/5Vgx05F4yN4/s400/IMG_5114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family is so fun and neat. I LOVE getting together with them. We need to do that more often!&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/7248874180744234780-5962705347711719008?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5962705347711719008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=5962705347711719008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/5962705347711719008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/5962705347711719008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/addies-birthdayfamily-reunion.html' title='Addie&apos;s Birthday and a Family Reunion.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SilcDiv6yxI/AAAAAAAAAsI/plmvPGF0W1Q/s72-c/IMG_5062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-7832007165802483454</id><published>2009-06-05T10:29:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:13:54.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Recital.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ellie had a dance recital last Friday. She did so good and looked so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SilXh0AkZXI/AAAAAAAAAsA/j3WyetbFxEc/s1600-h/IMG_5243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343898671260132722" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SilXh0AkZXI/AAAAAAAAAsA/j3WyetbFxEc/s400/IMG_5243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Addie went nuts during the fast songs. She couldn't contain herself and had to go dnce in the aisles. It was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SilXhqDh2XI/AAAAAAAAAr4/8deI8NmwHxI/s1600-h/IMG_5264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343898668588194162" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SilXhqDh2XI/AAAAAAAAAr4/8deI8NmwHxI/s400/IMG_5264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SilXhP5MlwI/AAAAAAAAArw/W8pCJCYlGt8/s1600-h/IMG_5267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343898661565536002" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SilXhP5MlwI/AAAAAAAAArw/W8pCJCYlGt8/s400/IMG_5267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is Ellie and her best friend Shelby. They got little trophies after the performance and they were SOO proud of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SilW-S-4lCI/AAAAAAAAAro/WuEzAbe_kUs/s1600-h/IMG_5300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343898061099275298" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SilW-S-4lCI/AAAAAAAAAro/WuEzAbe_kUs/s400/IMG_5300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Daddy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SilW93-NPhI/AAAAAAAAArg/KFKPP91xthc/s1600-h/IMG_5309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343898053848677906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SilW93-NPhI/AAAAAAAAArg/KFKPP91xthc/s400/IMG_5309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Reader,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SilW9x_kjBI/AAAAAAAAArY/JKjkFwIjpE4/s1600-h/IMG_5310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343898052243786770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SilW9x_kjBI/AAAAAAAAArY/JKjkFwIjpE4/s400/IMG_5310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Boots,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SilW9VIwn-I/AAAAAAAAArQ/_I-JV6G9_3A/s1600-h/IMG_5305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343898044497698786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SilW9VIwn-I/AAAAAAAAArQ/_I-JV6G9_3A/s400/IMG_5305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Grandpa Nemo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SilW9HmxoFI/AAAAAAAAArI/9WyFRQhNcRA/s1600-h/IMG_5301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343898040865497170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SilW9HmxoFI/AAAAAAAAArI/9WyFRQhNcRA/s400/IMG_5301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What a fun night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-7832007165802483454?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7832007165802483454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=7832007165802483454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/7832007165802483454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/7832007165802483454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/catch-up.html' title='Dance Recital.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SilXh0AkZXI/AAAAAAAAAsA/j3WyetbFxEc/s72-c/IMG_5243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-3039073708829143318</id><published>2009-06-02T21:03:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:25:26.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical.</title><content type='html'>Two little stories that happened today that are so typical of Ellie's and Addie's personalities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning when I'm at work I call and talk to LJ and Ellie (and Addie if she will).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Good morning sweetheart! How are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie: I'm good. I just cleaned everyfing in your room with the blue spray (Windex)! And guess what I dreamed about, Mommy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie: I dreamed about a beautiful rainbow and it was sparkly. And it was soooooooooooo cute! And it smelled like flowers! I just loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I was reading books to Ellie and Macie (because Addie won't sit still for a whole book). Addie walked up to me with a wrapped tampon she had found in my purse and she wanted me to open it for her. I explained to her that it wasn't candy so I wasn't going to open it for her. I took it from her and set it on the table. A few minutes later, she moved a chair over to the table, got the tampon, and opened it with her teeth. After licking it, biting it, and smelling it, she finally decided that it wasn't candy. It then became her magic cursing wand. She cursed each one of us growling sounds as she pointed the tampon at us. We had to fall over dead or she wasn't satisfied. She thought it was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love both of these girls so much - it's just amazes me everyday how different their personalities can be when they are raised in the exact same environment! Ohhhhhhh, we are in for it with Addie. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-3039073708829143318?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3039073708829143318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=3039073708829143318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/3039073708829143318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/3039073708829143318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/typical.html' title='Typical.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-5405516406281972642</id><published>2009-05-27T08:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T08:54:40.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teething</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; What were you doing at 2:30 am this morning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sh1hrPWR6ZI/AAAAAAAAAqA/ddjzILlN2sc/s1600-h/IMG_5003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340532128613525906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sh1hrPWR6ZI/AAAAAAAAAqA/ddjzILlN2sc/s400/IMG_5003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was feeding Macie popscicles and frozen Thin Mints. Teething is the pits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I know you're jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sh1hrPWR6ZI/AAAAAAAAAqA/ddjzILlN2sc/s1600-h/IMG_5003.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-5405516406281972642?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5405516406281972642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=5405516406281972642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/5405516406281972642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/5405516406281972642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/teething.html' title='Teething'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sh1hrPWR6ZI/AAAAAAAAAqA/ddjzILlN2sc/s72-c/IMG_5003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-5607321336187717345</id><published>2009-05-19T21:28:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:16:24.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;This girly girl is so happy all the time (as long as she's not hungry!). I love these pictures - they show her cute little teeth, her hair is finally long enough to put in a little pony tail, and these are her super happy smiles. Most of the time she is on the verge of a smile, just waiting for any excuse. She will smile when you look at her, at something the TV, or even just laying in her crib by herself before or after a nap. I think she's about as cute as they get - maybe I'm a little bias, but don't you agree? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/ShOIS38MyUI/AAAAAAAAApQ/EXnUkRGGC-0/s1600-h/IMG_4854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337759841199638850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/ShOIS38MyUI/AAAAAAAAApQ/EXnUkRGGC-0/s400/IMG_4854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/ShOIS38MyUI/AAAAAAAAApQ/EXnUkRGGC-0/s1600-h/IMG_4854.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/ShOHmglUsZI/AAAAAAAAApI/YqWuQRSZYc0/s1600-h/IMG_4853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337759079015428498" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/ShOHmglUsZI/AAAAAAAAApI/YqWuQRSZYc0/s400/IMG_4853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/ShOHmdkmSRI/AAAAAAAAApA/tRkfFBwW81E/s1600-h/IMG_4851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337759078207080722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/ShOHmdkmSRI/AAAAAAAAApA/tRkfFBwW81E/s400/IMG_4851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/ShOHljasMRI/AAAAAAAAAow/Y0WGgQPwpPo/s1600-h/IMG_4858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337759062596268306" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/ShOHljasMRI/AAAAAAAAAow/Y0WGgQPwpPo/s400/IMG_4858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;(Yes, she has a little piece of paper in her mouth, and yes, that is drool dripping down her chest.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-5607321336187717345?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5607321336187717345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=5607321336187717345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/5607321336187717345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/5607321336187717345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/ShOIS38MyUI/AAAAAAAAApQ/EXnUkRGGC-0/s72-c/IMG_4854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-2941801181926704135</id><published>2009-05-16T07:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T07:32:29.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, my week off work is officially over.  I started again last night.  It was so great to be home! We went to the park and/or on a walk everyday. I love, love, love the warm weather!&lt;br /&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/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sg7KpwoKZ9I/AAAAAAAAAn0/cYuZh9ykIg0/s1600-h/IMG_4902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336425427257419730" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sg7KpwoKZ9I/AAAAAAAAAn0/cYuZh9ykIg0/s400/IMG_4902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sg7KpsJGViI/AAAAAAAAAns/XLwcdcY6T24/s1600-h/Macie+Swing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336425426053387810" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sg7KpsJGViI/AAAAAAAAAns/XLwcdcY6T24/s400/Macie+Swing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sg7KJag8jMI/AAAAAAAAAnk/FsVHBZDP9l4/s1600-h/Girls+Slide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336424871565757634" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sg7KJag8jMI/AAAAAAAAAnk/FsVHBZDP9l4/s400/Girls+Slide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sg7KJGkS6eI/AAAAAAAAAnc/RlNSZgMFxrQ/s1600-h/Addie+Swing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336424866211097058" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sg7KJGkS6eI/AAAAAAAAAnc/RlNSZgMFxrQ/s400/Addie+Swing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some good new recipes.  This is Zuppa Toscana from Olive Garden - LJ's absolute favorite.  I just Googled it and found &lt;a href="http://www.tuscanrecipes.com/recipes/olive-garden-zuppa-toscana.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; great recipe.  It was dead on! (Note: I don't eat red meat, so I added more potatoes, took some soup out before I added the sausage, added more kale to mine, and added a spoonful of sour cream to make it creamy. It was delicious that way too!)  It made a lot, so I froze the rest for leftovers.  Gotta love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sg7KJMgMuzI/AAAAAAAAAnU/f6z2neEjk1Y/s1600-h/Zuppa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336424867804527410" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sg7KJMgMuzI/AAAAAAAAAnU/f6z2neEjk1Y/s400/Zuppa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macie chowing down on a biscuit served with the soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sg7KI9UHnRI/AAAAAAAAAnM/SceWH_1pA_g/s1600-h/Macie+Biscuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336424863727328530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sg7KI9UHnRI/AAAAAAAAAnM/SceWH_1pA_g/s400/Macie+Biscuit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so fun just to be together.  We all got LOTS of extra snuggle time with LJ (since he wasn't going anywhere) , and he is doing great now.  It was a great week! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sg7KIqwN2kI/AAAAAAAAAnE/eNn5ViHQf2o/s1600-h/Snuggles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336424858744904258" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sg7KIqwN2kI/AAAAAAAAAnE/eNn5ViHQf2o/s400/Snuggles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7248874180744234780-2941801181926704135?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2941801181926704135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=2941801181926704135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/2941801181926704135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/2941801181926704135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-to-work.html' title='Back to Work'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sg7KpwoKZ9I/AAAAAAAAAn0/cYuZh9ykIg0/s72-c/IMG_4902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-7244391725673127413</id><published>2009-05-12T18:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T07:34:18.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Day, Surgery, and a Week Off (sort of)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope your Mothers Day was wonderful! Mine was. The celebration part anyway. I had to work on Mother's Day, so we mostly celebrated on Saturday. We went to dinner, and I came home to some beautiful flowers and one of those recordable cards that the kids talked on with a cool song, and some presents. I did my own Mothers Day shopping - a few decorations for the house, a new church outfit, and a book on motherhood. It was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I love being a mom. I am so grateful the Lord has given me the opportunity to be a mother to His daughters, and a special mom to Grant. I can't even thank Him enough for the beautiful, wonderful kids we have been blessed with! They are all so different from each other and each has captured a special place in my heart forever. I am so grateful for my mom and the great example she is to me. I am also grateful for her friendship and for being such a good grandma to my kids. And of course for my husband's mom. What a wonderful woman! I admire her so much and am so grateful for all she did to raise the super wonderful son that she did. My kids love their grandmas SO much. Whenever they hear either one of their voices when they walk in our house, the kids drop whatever they are doing and make a mad dash to grandma. We love you both so much!&lt;a href="http://http//deseretbook.com/store/product/5014296"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being a mom is hard but so great. The more I think about it, the more it seems to me that motherhood and missionary work have a lot in common, as I’ve come to realize after thinking about this for a couple of weeks. You are called into full-time service. You are sent into strange lands, set to doing unfamiliar things. You are given responsibility over souls to teach and to show the way to live. And it can be the great spiritual experience of your life, if you let it. Before I was called on a mission, I was excited about the glamor of missionary work. I get the black tag, I get to wear a dress every day, see thousands of people baptized and teach discussions to dozens of eager listeners. Then I WENT on a mission, and I realized that missionary work is mostly just plain WORK.&lt;br /&gt;Before I became a mom, I was excited about the glamor of motherhood. I get the cute stroller, the Baby Bjorn, the diaper bag, the walks in the park and at the mall. And let’s talk about shopping for the teeny clothes! Ah, be still my heart. Then Ellie was born. She was a good baby, but still - a baby. 23 months later, along came Addie. Then 16 months after that Macie arrived And I knew I was in for it bigtime. I began to realize that motherhood is mostly just plain HARD WORK. And for motherhood, just as in missionary work the development of virtues that may not come naturally, like patience – oh, so much patience. And longsuffering, the ability to keep long hours, the ability to see deeply and with perspective, the ability to see that these are choice spirits whom Heavenly Father has entrusted me with for a little season. Is a gift that only comes because of the sacrifices involved.&lt;br /&gt;I love the quote by the First Presidency, "Motherhood is near to divinity. It is the highest, holiest service to be assumed by mankind." But it often doesn’t feel that high or that holy. Especially on your knees scrubbing, or folding endless laundry, or the rounds of cooking and cleaning and cooking again, washing sand out of hair and clothing and, well, pretty much everywhere – learning to tolerate a much higher level of noise and chaos, and that "barely keeping it together" feeling. But it is so worth it. Oh so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;On another note . . .LJ had knee surgery yesterday on a torn miniscus. This is his most painful recovery yet (oh, yes, this is is 4th &lt;em&gt;knee&lt;/em&gt; surgery), but he's doing okay when the pain pills are working. Normally he's nice and sweet and funny - but it's even better when he's on narcotics. I felt like a sexy supermodel all day between the anesthesia, IV pain meds in recovery, and the pain pills. :)&lt;br /&gt;So, I have the entire week off to help LJ and watch the kids. It's been so fun to be home. But (refer to paragraph above), hard work. At the beginning of the week I had a giant list of everything I wanted to accomplish this week since I was "off work" - work out everyday, keep the house perfectly clean, organize all the closets and make a D.I. run, blog everyday, clean the basement (storage), paint the laundry room and pantry, make an incredible dinner every night, scrapbook . . . but without LJ's help with the kids, it's just not happening. Between feeding kids, getting kids ready, changing diapers, holding crying kids, changing Addie's clothes when she decided to jump in Macie's bath water fully clothed. . .you get the idea. So I give up. I decided I'm just going to enjoy the week. Focus on LJ and the kids and just BE with them. I'll let you know how it goes. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-7244391725673127413?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7244391725673127413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=7244391725673127413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/7244391725673127413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/7244391725673127413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-surgery-and-week-off-sort.html' title='Mothers Day, Surgery, and a Week Off (sort of)'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-5897296988645615692</id><published>2009-05-03T19:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:55:04.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been such a great week.  Two of the best things happened. #1: We got new carpet!  I can't tell you how happy I am every time I see it, walk on it, smell the new carpet smell when I walk in the door... it's just wonderful!  Our old carpet was a light beige color and so ugly!  There were lots of stains and it was just cheap - the cheap stuff they put in when they build the house. It was just gross.  And our new carpet is plush and clean and dark and multicolored and oh so soft and comfty (Ellie's word).  I'm so happy! We have done so much to our house, but the final results were always not quite as good because we still had ugly carpet.  Now that we have nice carpet, our house is so much cuter!  Can you tell I like it just a little bit? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is after they pulled the old stuff out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sf5ZaZv0PXI/AAAAAAAAAmA/z05gjYJYl4E/s1600-h/IMG_4793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331797318976159090" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sf5ZaZv0PXI/AAAAAAAAAmA/z05gjYJYl4E/s400/IMG_4793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And here's the new!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sf5ZaCbtkxI/AAAAAAAAAl4/4qmXsD8FtCU/s1600-h/IMG_4840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331797312717820690" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sf5ZaCbtkxI/AAAAAAAAAl4/4qmXsD8FtCU/s400/IMG_4840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could just vacuum it all day!  We are being super strict about no food, drinks, or shoes on the new carpet, but just in case, does anyone have any spill-proof sippy cup recommendations? (We haven't found any that we love.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the other great thing was Women's Conference!  This is a two day conference at BYU that I LOVE going to and look forward to all year.  There are fabulous speakers in the morning and evening (Julie B. Beck, Camille Fronk, and Elder L. Tom Perry this year), and wonderful classes to choose from during the day. I went with my cousin Emily and my mom and sister and loved every minute of it.  In the evenings we shopped, went to a great concert (put on for the conference), talked, ate good food, and shopped some more.  Everyone should go!  It is wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the beatiful BYU campus in the rain.  That almost made it more fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331797309934232642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sf5ZZ4EDZEI/AAAAAAAAAlw/oZ4FK76WUbg/s400/IMG_4800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With the girls.  We stayed together for some classes, split up for some classes, and each went to the ones we thought we needed most.  We all  came away refreshed from getting away for a few days, with our spiritual buckets filled, with stronger friendships, with lots of new books (dang BYU Bookstore does us in every year), and some new clothes, jewelry and WALLETS (a whole story in itself :)) Does it get any better that that for a girls getaway? Nope, I don't think so. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sf5ZZQkeR0I/AAAAAAAAAlo/uRBjR0IReF4/s1600-h/IMG_4796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331797299332794178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sf5ZZQkeR0I/AAAAAAAAAlo/uRBjR0IReF4/s400/IMG_4796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And a HUMONGOUS thank you to LJ for watching the girls for basically 5 days straight between the days I worked and the days I was at Women's Conference. I left a few days after the carpet was put in, so our house still wan't totally put back together.  When I came home, it was completely put back together and spotless (AND the baby is teething). I think I am married to Superman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sf5ZajXZYnI/AAAAAAAAAmI/I0f-ViRmxMk/s1600-h/IMG_4831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331797321558090354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sf5ZajXZYnI/AAAAAAAAAmI/I0f-ViRmxMk/s400/IMG_4831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, he was supposed to have knee surgery on Monday, but was SO nice to wait so I could go to Women's Conference.  So it's next week instead. Isn't he the BEST?  I sure think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sure have a lot to be happy for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-5897296988645615692?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5897296988645615692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=5897296988645615692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/5897296988645615692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/5897296988645615692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy.html' title='Happy.'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sf5ZaZv0PXI/AAAAAAAAAmA/z05gjYJYl4E/s72-c/IMG_4793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-8002723941433062032</id><published>2009-04-17T15:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:39:17.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1541b0b96710921" 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://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D01541b0b96710921%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329915930%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25101819C4EE49C1933A9E95C8AB05E7A5876BE3.386556DEBDE8B251BEF2DF2F7AEC6309E149847F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1541b0b96710921%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOM74PrBbW7mf2AK1Gszaa3DB7hc&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://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D01541b0b96710921%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329915930%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25101819C4EE49C1933A9E95C8AB05E7A5876BE3.386556DEBDE8B251BEF2DF2F7AEC6309E149847F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1541b0b96710921%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOM74PrBbW7mf2AK1Gszaa3DB7hc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These girls love to dance!  They inherited (or learned) from LJ a love for loud music with a good beat (he used to install car stereos).  They jam with Dad on a weekly basis, at least.  Addie will start dancing to a song on a commercial if it has a good beat.  Here's a peak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-8002723941433062032?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1541b0b96710921&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8002723941433062032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=8002723941433062032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/8002723941433062032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/8002723941433062032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/rockin.html' title='Rockin&apos;'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-8745648778555970471</id><published>2009-04-14T20:41:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:41:32.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Easter Bunny came to our house on Saturday this year because I had to work on Sunday. Luckily the girls are small enough that they didn't know the difference. :) The Easter Bunny hid their baskets, and they had fun finding them. Of all of the fun things in them, the biggest hit with all of them was the $.50 suckers. I'll have to remember that for next year. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SeVcppvlsiI/AAAAAAAAAlY/cp0VgSM6eRw/s1600-h/Easter+All+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324764005085327906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SeVcppvlsiI/AAAAAAAAAlY/cp0VgSM6eRw/s400/Easter+All+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324765915545004610" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SeVeY2wq6kI/AAAAAAAAAlg/krP-Z0ccTuI/s400/Easter+Macie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SeVYTcTpuLI/AAAAAAAAAlA/tD9d7SHVeH4/s1600-h/Easter+Addie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324759225474857138" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SeVYTcTpuLI/AAAAAAAAAlA/tD9d7SHVeH4/s400/Easter+Addie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we went to an Easter egg hunt in our neighborhood. The girls were kind of timid with so many kids there, but still had a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SeVYTLQuPaI/AAAAAAAAAk4/r6e7Ir6tuSM/s1600-h/Easter+Egg+Hunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324759220899167650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SeVYTLQuPaI/AAAAAAAAAk4/r6e7Ir6tuSM/s400/Easter+Egg+Hunt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SeVYSz1uchI/AAAAAAAAAkw/bDkf-jEsx3Q/s1600-h/Easter+with+Fire+Truck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324759214611919378" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SeVYSz1uchI/AAAAAAAAAkw/bDkf-jEsx3Q/s400/Easter+with+Fire+Truck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know this probably puts me in the Bad Mom Category, but I did not color Easter eggs with the kids this year. I hard boiled them, then backed out. Addie is Sister Destructo, Macie would try to grab the bowls of colored water and put them in her mouth - and now that I think of it, Addie probably would too. I felt pretty guilty until this morning. I was eating one of those hard boiled eggs and had the salt shaker out to put some salt on it. I went upstairs for maybe two minutes to get Macie out of her crib and change her diaper, and Addie had dumped the entire (full) salt shaker onto the table, floor, and laptop. My guilt was washed away. Definately don't want to take my chances with &lt;strong&gt;various&lt;/strong&gt; bowls of brightly colored &lt;em&gt;liquid &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Maybe next year, girls. :) But we had a fun Easter anyway.&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/7248874180744234780-8745648778555970471?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8745648778555970471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=8745648778555970471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/8745648778555970471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/8745648778555970471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-fun.html' title='Easter Fun'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SeVcppvlsiI/AAAAAAAAAlY/cp0VgSM6eRw/s72-c/Easter+All+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-4176900534503582692</id><published>2009-04-09T22:03:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:06:12.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh my goodness, I have been such a bad blogger lately. Just wanted to do a little catch up. First of all, Granster was here for his spring break a couple of weeks ago. He is such a good kid. We had grand plans to go to Capitol Reef for a few days. Unfortunately, Grant threw up all week and it was really cold. So we stayed home, watched movies, played video games, snuggled, and read. Even though things didn't go as planned, it was nice just to have Grant here. The day before he flew out, he lost both of his front teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sd7dTim4pOI/AAAAAAAAAko/tkL73a8LYys/s1600-h/IMG_4669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322935137375659234" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sd7dTim4pOI/AAAAAAAAAko/tkL73a8LYys/s400/IMG_4669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sd7dTXg-aCI/AAAAAAAAAkg/FNzTHfXDOns/s1600-h/IMG_4672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322935134398081058" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sd7dTXg-aCI/AAAAAAAAAkg/FNzTHfXDOns/s400/IMG_4672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macie has had a big week. She cut her first two teeth...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sd7dS85oztI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/dfy10F_PyuE/s1600-h/IMG_4689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322935127253765842" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sd7dS85oztI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/dfy10F_PyuE/s400/IMG_4689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Not being incredibly cooperative for photos.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;learned how to crawl, holds her own bottle now, and best of all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had her first Oreo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sd7aS3T7H6I/AAAAAAAAAkI/HMnZYN9k-wM/s1600-h/IMG_4739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322931827218522018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sd7aS3T7H6I/AAAAAAAAAkI/HMnZYN9k-wM/s400/IMG_4739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sd7aSsklGTI/AAAAAAAAAkA/wsGQaL6OyWY/s1600-h/IMG_4735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322931824335591730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sd7aSsklGTI/AAAAAAAAAkA/wsGQaL6OyWY/s400/IMG_4735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I promise this mess mess was made with only one Oreo. How, you ask? It's a Macie Mess. She has it perfected.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we've been working working on re-doing the bathrooms as well. Hopefully more on that in a couple days when the first one is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sd7aR64ncnI/AAAAAAAAAjo/d6Yq-g-QB9g/s1600-h/IMG_4686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322931810997858930" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sd7aR64ncnI/AAAAAAAAAjo/d6Yq-g-QB9g/s400/IMG_4686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Addie helping out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And here's to better blogging! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-4176900534503582692?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4176900534503582692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=4176900534503582692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/4176900534503582692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/4176900534503582692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sd7dTim4pOI/AAAAAAAAAko/tkL73a8LYys/s72-c/IMG_4669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-1905520803310823619</id><published>2009-03-14T20:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:03:13.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Beauty?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sbx9h0ToEjI/AAAAAAAAAjU/w9IP6hO_Qmc/s1600-h/IMG_4636.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This little girls LOVES to be outside. Everyday after breakfast she leads one of us upstairs by the finger and asks for her shoes and coat so she can go in the backyard and play. Even when it's freezing cold. She doesn't care. She just wants to be outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, while I was at work, LJ opened the back door to let Mojo out (our foster dog) - and found this. Addie sound asleep on the back porch. He took pictures, the dog stepped on her (it's a little dog, don't worry :)), and he carried her to her bed, and she slept through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sbx7gxnpT7I/AAAAAAAAAjE/y1yiNX4Pdhs/s1600-h/IMG_4634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313257463395995570" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sbx7gxnpT7I/AAAAAAAAAjE/y1yiNX4Pdhs/s400/IMG_4634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sbx7hULHPzI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Wkx5YDjoi74/s1600-h/IMG_4636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313257472671563570" style="WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sbx7hULHPzI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Wkx5YDjoi74/s400/IMG_4636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And LJ is busted for not getting her dressed. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-1905520803310823619?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1905520803310823619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=1905520803310823619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/1905520803310823619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/1905520803310823619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleeping-beauty.html' title='Sleeping Beauty?'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Sbx7gxnpT7I/AAAAAAAAAjE/y1yiNX4Pdhs/s72-c/IMG_4634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-703921916072686443</id><published>2009-03-10T18:12:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:37:18.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piggies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have had a fun girly day today. Painting toes, watching Tinkerbell, playing games, taking a nap, and just relaxing. Love these kind of days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SbcTjzQs6WI/AAAAAAAAAi8/GlXlH6U0DkU/s1600-h/Piggies+x3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311735791283399010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SbcTjzQs6WI/AAAAAAAAAi8/GlXlH6U0DkU/s400/Piggies+x3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                                             Ellie                          Macie                   Addie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-703921916072686443?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/703921916072686443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=703921916072686443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/703921916072686443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/703921916072686443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/piggies.html' title='Piggies'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SbcTjzQs6WI/AAAAAAAAAi8/GlXlH6U0DkU/s72-c/Piggies+x3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-3882767966193930836</id><published>2009-03-09T22:43:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:09:08.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Macie is 6 months old! She is growing up too fast. She is the smiliest, most happy baby and I simply cannot get enough of her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SbX-Ls0yudI/AAAAAAAAAhs/LpRPK2U9wRo/s1600-h/IMG_4605.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SbYAVEkJuZI/AAAAAAAAAh0/3BhT2GpxLxk/s1600-h/IMG_4605+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311433172532705682" style="WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SbYAVEkJuZI/AAAAAAAAAh0/3BhT2GpxLxk/s400/IMG_4605+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;She is sitting up perfectly, and rolling all over the place. She will only sleep on her tummy (despite my best efforts). She loves squash, carrots, rice cereal, and applesauce. Her favorite thing to play with right now is paper. At her checkup today, she weighed 16.2 pounds (47%) and was 27.2 inches long (98%). She also had an ear infection and got 4 shots. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this little girl &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; much and feel &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; blessed to be her mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SbYAVEkJuZI/AAAAAAAAAh0/3BhT2GpxLxk/s1600-h/IMG_4605+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-3882767966193930836?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3882767966193930836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=3882767966193930836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/3882767966193930836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/3882767966193930836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/6-months.html' title='6 Months!'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SbYAVEkJuZI/AAAAAAAAAh0/3BhT2GpxLxk/s72-c/IMG_4605+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-2206355468574571136</id><published>2009-03-06T15:42:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:58:50.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-2206355468574571136?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2206355468574571136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=2206355468574571136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/2206355468574571136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/2206355468574571136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-5834665790284144251</id><published>2009-03-06T15:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:26:02.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Sweaters</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;A few weeks ago I was ordering some clothes from Childrens Place. Ellie saw this sweater and said "Mommy, that is the prettiest shirt I''ve seen in my whole life." It was on sale so how could I resist? And I got Addie one too. :) Ellie was so happy when her shirt arrived, she acually asked me if I would take pictures! So here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SbGgkwak_tI/AAAAAAAAAgU/hPf-imBX9OU/s1600-h/IMG_4558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SbGgkwak_tI/AAAAAAAAAgU/hPf-imBX9OU/s400/IMG_4558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SbGglVC90BI/AAAAAAAAAgk/0IorPJTsdXw/s1600-h/IMG_4564.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SbGglDm72KI/AAAAAAAAAgc/V9AKUVmPP9Q/s1600-h/IMG_4561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SbGglDm72KI/AAAAAAAAAgc/V9AKUVmPP9Q/s400/IMG_4561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SbGglu9EMhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ZLIfSUczW-Y/s1600-h/IMG_4567.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SbGglu9EMhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ZLIfSUczW-Y/s1600-h/IMG_4567.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="CLEAR: both" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SbGglVC90BI/AAAAAAAAAgk/0IorPJTsdXw/s1600-h/IMG_4564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SbGglVC90BI/AAAAAAAAAgk/0IorPJTsdXw/s400/IMG_4564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SbGglu9EMhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ZLIfSUczW-Y/s1600-h/IMG_4567.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="CLEAR: both" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SbGglu9EMhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ZLIfSUczW-Y/s1600-h/IMG_4567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SbGglu9EMhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ZLIfSUczW-Y/s400/IMG_4567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-5834665790284144251?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5834665790284144251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=5834665790284144251' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/5834665790284144251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/5834665790284144251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/new.html' title='New Sweaters'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SbGgkwak_tI/AAAAAAAAAgU/hPf-imBX9OU/s72-c/IMG_4558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-3279683358864516948</id><published>2009-02-22T20:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:17:40.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A couple of nights ago the Relief Society Presidency dropped off a giant sugar cookie with a cookie cutter attatched as a little thank you for working in the Relief Society (I'm a teacher). Ellie saw it as she walked out the door to go to her friend's house. A couple of hours later when she got home, the first thing she said was, "Where is that cookie? I want to eat it." Unfortunately, Addie and I ate it while she was gone. When I broke the news to her, she was in tears. I promised I would buy her some cookies. The next morning while she was still asleep, I kissed her goodbye before I left for work. Without opening her eyes she said, "Mom, will you bring me a pink heart cookie with stripes on it?" Well, after stopping at three grocery stores on my way home from work, I couldn't find any pink heart sugar cookies. So, we made some instead! It was lots of fun. Both the kitchen and the kids were a huge mess afterwards, but it was worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SaIW4YmasuI/AAAAAAAAAf4/sk0gwk2YwU4/s1600-h/IMG_4573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305828468927935202" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SaIW4YmasuI/AAAAAAAAAf4/sk0gwk2YwU4/s400/IMG_4573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SaIW4GjJJHI/AAAAAAAAAfw/dTZ4xRXb1yU/s1600-h/IMG_4575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305828464082363506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SaIW4GjJJHI/AAAAAAAAAfw/dTZ4xRXb1yU/s400/IMG_4575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SaIW3xC2M7I/AAAAAAAAAfo/P2fglOl3IX4/s1600-h/IMG_4578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305828458309759922" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SaIW3xC2M7I/AAAAAAAAAfo/P2fglOl3IX4/s400/IMG_4578.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/7248874180744234780-3279683358864516948?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3279683358864516948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=3279683358864516948' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/3279683358864516948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/3279683358864516948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/sugar-cookies.html' title='Sugar Cookies'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SaIW4YmasuI/AAAAAAAAAf4/sk0gwk2YwU4/s72-c/IMG_4573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-48243164615072684</id><published>2009-02-16T20:58:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:59:58.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Louis, Arkansas, and Edward (heart)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last weekend LJ and I went to St. Louis to see his family (his dad's family still lives there) and then we drove to Arkansas so LJ could baptize Grant. We didn't take any kids - our first real get away since Ellie was born. Despite missing the kids, we had a blast! It was so fun to talk and hang out, it almost felt like we were dating again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SZo3r6HWfMI/AAAAAAAAAfg/PYf-nwg-tYQ/s1600-h/LJ+and+Alice+Cute.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303612738656173250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SZo3r6HWfMI/AAAAAAAAAfg/PYf-nwg-tYQ/s400/LJ+and+Alice+Cute.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SZo3rrGPbiI/AAAAAAAAAfY/893L3wx6x3k/s1600-h/LJ+and+Alice+Silly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303612734624984610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SZo3rrGPbiI/AAAAAAAAAfY/893L3wx6x3k/s400/LJ+and+Alice+Silly.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LJ and his Grandma Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SZo3rK066DI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uBPxkNGDpuE/s1600-h/LJ+and+Grant+Handsome.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303612725962401842" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SZo3rK066DI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uBPxkNGDpuE/s400/LJ+and+Grant+Handsome.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SZo3rd1qS2I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/eqxE_A1Pa6s/s1600-h/In+White.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303612731065781090" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SZo3rd1qS2I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/eqxE_A1Pa6s/s400/In+White.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SZo3rK066DI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uBPxkNGDpuE/s1600-h/LJ+and+Grant+Handsome.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SZo3rK066DI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uBPxkNGDpuE/s1600-h/LJ+and+Grant+Handsome.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grant's baptism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SZo3rFr51MI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Lbl6CgwLB_4/s1600-h/At+Olive+Garden.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303612724582405314" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SZo3rFr51MI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Lbl6CgwLB_4/s400/At+Olive+Garden.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SZo3rFr51MI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Lbl6CgwLB_4/s1600-h/At+Olive+Garden.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Olive Garden lunch after the baptism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SZo24KIAf7I/AAAAAAAAAe4/1o56tOZ9SpQ/s1600-h/LJ+and+Grant+Hot+Tub.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SZo23cYMsZI/AAAAAAAAAew/it_7qInVyGU/s1600-h/LJ+and+Grant+Hot+Tub.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303611837320573330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SZo23cYMsZI/AAAAAAAAAew/it_7qInVyGU/s400/LJ+and+Grant+Hot+Tub.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SZo23DnNRkI/AAAAAAAAAeo/a2A_mDZftsM/s1600-h/Grant+in+the+Pool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303611830672639554" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SZo23DnNRkI/AAAAAAAAAeo/a2A_mDZftsM/s400/Grant+in+the+Pool.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SZo22zLQwPI/AAAAAAAAAeg/_h6V4VXZp2c/s1600-h/Borders2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303611826260459762" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SZo22zLQwPI/AAAAAAAAAeg/_h6V4VXZp2c/s400/Borders2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SZo22nau9wI/AAAAAAAAAeY/wlTBJLa3O80/s1600-h/IHOP.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303611823104128770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SZo22nau9wI/AAAAAAAAAeY/wlTBJLa3O80/s400/IHOP.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After lunch, we got to take Grant until the next morning. We swam in the hotel pool, and had grand plans of going to Build-a-Bear and bowling. On our way to Build-a-Bear (at an outdoor mall), we stopped at Borders. Three hours and 8 books later, it was too late to go bowling or to Build-a-Bear. We only left because the store was closing! So we went to IHOP instead. I love Granster so much, and it was fun to be able to spend some quality time with just him.&lt;/p&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;And last but not least,&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Edward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Between 20 hours of flights and driving, I knew I needed to take a book. I planned to go to the store and buy one, but never got around to it. So LJ convinced me to read Twilight (he's read them all and we own them). LJ was smart enough to bring the second book too. In 4 days, I read the first two books and would've started on the third if we had brought it. I couldn't put them down! I now fully understand and appreciate the excitement related to these wonderful books (Kristen :)). And I'm totally Team Edward (just finished the third book). LJ says it's okay if I love him, too. :)&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/7248874180744234780-48243164615072684?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/48243164615072684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=48243164615072684' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/48243164615072684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/48243164615072684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/st-louis-arkansas-and-edward-heart.html' title='St. Louis, Arkansas, and Edward (heart)'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SZo3r6HWfMI/AAAAAAAAAfg/PYf-nwg-tYQ/s72-c/LJ+and+Alice+Cute.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-7295315923871295552</id><published>2009-02-03T09:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T11:00:27.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ghost Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Last Saturday we watched our neighbor's kids. Suddenly, LJ &amp;amp; I realized that the house was very quiet for four toddlers playing.  We checked on Ellie and Shelby, they were playing princess dressups in the toy room.  However, we still didn't know where Addie and Anthony were. We finally dicovered them in the baby's room - with the door locked - looking like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYhyNLJFmMI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/0k1HUXXt3ps/s1600-h/IMG_4496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298610532256159938" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYhyNLJFmMI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/0k1HUXXt3ps/s400/IMG_4496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYhyM9lfjeI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jbqcCLFOifo/s1600-h/IMG_4499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298610528617205218" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYhyM9lfjeI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jbqcCLFOifo/s400/IMG_4499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYhyMtAIcUI/AAAAAAAAAeA/R76D9EiE10A/s1600-h/IMG_4500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298610524165534018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYhyMtAIcUI/AAAAAAAAAeA/R76D9EiE10A/s400/IMG_4500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One bath (and a few hair washings) later, good as new!&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/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYhyMSRqO1I/AAAAAAAAAd4/TQyGKFPlxdk/s1600-h/IMG_4507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298610516991294290" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYhyMSRqO1I/AAAAAAAAAd4/TQyGKFPlxdk/s400/IMG_4507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYhyMMnuTII/AAAAAAAAAdw/vh988K5iPbM/s1600-h/IMG_4513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298610515473222786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYhyMMnuTII/AAAAAAAAAdw/vh988K5iPbM/s400/IMG_4513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-7295315923871295552?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7295315923871295552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=7295315923871295552' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/7295315923871295552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/7295315923871295552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/ghost-babies.html' title='The Ghost Babies'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYhyNLJFmMI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/0k1HUXXt3ps/s72-c/IMG_4496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-5223540529966771226</id><published>2009-01-30T08:15:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:35:04.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huggy Pages</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Seriously, nothing much to post about - so here are some Addie pages (still by Mom). I can't believe how sweet she used to be. Okay, she's still sweet &lt;em&gt;sometimes. . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYMcaqB7AkI/AAAAAAAAAdo/6sZPdmfWmkg/s1600-h/Laugh_Baby_Print.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297108831002362434" style="WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYMcaqB7AkI/AAAAAAAAAdo/6sZPdmfWmkg/s400/Laugh_Baby_Print.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYMaNsRvcjI/AAAAAAAAAdY/ELCmjmNOLBY/s1600-h/New_Life_2_Print.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYMcaaQvI1I/AAAAAAAAAdg/09hXUQt_Acc/s1600-h/Addie_Precious_Print.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297108826769531730" style="WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYMcaaQvI1I/AAAAAAAAAdg/09hXUQt_Acc/s400/Addie_Precious_Print.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYMaNsRvcjI/AAAAAAAAAdY/ELCmjmNOLBY/s1600-h/New_Life_2_Print.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297106409244029490" style="WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYMaNsRvcjI/AAAAAAAAAdY/ELCmjmNOLBY/s400/New_Life_2_Print.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYMaLeAUFFI/AAAAAAAAAdI/W1FXzBNbq2c/s1600-h/Fresh_Baby_Print.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297106371053098066" style="WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYMaLeAUFFI/AAAAAAAAAdI/W1FXzBNbq2c/s400/Fresh_Baby_Print.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297106369342871714" style="WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYMaLXokGKI/AAAAAAAAAdA/K32x9XkcFSY/s400/Cool_Lime_Print.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248874180744234780-5223540529966771226?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5223540529966771226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=5223540529966771226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/5223540529966771226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/5223540529966771226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/huggy-pages.html' title='Huggy Pages'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYMcaqB7AkI/AAAAAAAAAdo/6sZPdmfWmkg/s72-c/Laugh_Baby_Print.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-1246949812556691955</id><published>2009-01-28T19:04:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:22:39.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sass Pages</title><content type='html'>Here are some Ellie pages. Now I'm off to watch American Idol - in Salt Lake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYEQmELwDmI/AAAAAAAAAco/jyG3Km6ju5E/s1600-h/Refresh_Print.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296532882908515938" style="WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYEQmELwDmI/AAAAAAAAAco/jyG3Km6ju5E/s400/Refresh_Print.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYEQl2XjWrI/AAAAAAAAAcg/BJqrzxLuqVI/s1600-h/Print_Witchy_Poo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296532879199918770" style="WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYEQl2XjWrI/AAAAAAAAAcg/BJqrzxLuqVI/s400/Print_Witchy_Poo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYEQlkQOd8I/AAAAAAAAAcY/cbc12QYh7Go/s1600-h/Print_Thrilling_Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296532874337351618" style="WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYEQlkQOd8I/AAAAAAAAAcY/cbc12QYh7Go/s400/Print_Thrilling_Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296532379362813506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYEQIwVGZkI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/b94GTUhzROg/s400/Print_Perfect_Autumn_Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYEQIczEDeI/AAAAAAAAAcI/n_hCDH1eWUk/s1600-h/Print_Melba_Dots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296532374119779810" style="WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYEQIczEDeI/AAAAAAAAAcI/n_hCDH1eWUk/s400/Print_Melba_Dots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYEQHyhjH1I/AAAAAAAAAcA/8RbjKaHhcoA/s1600-h/Print_I_Love_to_see_the_Temp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296532362772029266" style="WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYEQHyhjH1I/AAAAAAAAAcA/8RbjKaHhcoA/s400/Print_I_Love_to_see_the_Temp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYEQHs4oMBI/AAAAAAAAAb4/SHjTY4_tPAQ/s1600-h/Best_Bampa_Print.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296532361258217490" style="WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYEQHs4oMBI/AAAAAAAAAb4/SHjTY4_tPAQ/s400/Best_Bampa_Print.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYEQHNtXcEI/AAAAAAAAAbw/hh-f5EpAyJg/s1600-h/One_Year_Older_Print.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296532352889483330" style="WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYEQHNtXcEI/AAAAAAAAAbw/hh-f5EpAyJg/s400/One_Year_Older_Print.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7248874180744234780-1246949812556691955?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1246949812556691955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=1246949812556691955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/1246949812556691955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/1246949812556691955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/sass-pages.html' title='Sass Pages'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SYEQmELwDmI/AAAAAAAAAco/jyG3Km6ju5E/s72-c/Refresh_Print.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248874180744234780.post-3130306684442034328</id><published>2009-01-23T23:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:35:13.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Digi Scrapbooking</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wish I could say these pages are my creations. But they aren't. My mom made these! She has become a great digital scrapbooker. Last time she was here she brought her external hard drive and loaded her pages on my computer and loaded some of my pages on her hard drive - so she can make more cute pages of my kids! Because I can only load 5 pics at a time (does anyone know how to do more? that is one of my biggest blogging frustrations), I thought I would break them into kids. So here is Grant. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SXq02oKh6YI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Hv4BMk_xA9Q/s1600-h/Surfer_Boy_Print.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294743162514958722" style="WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SXq02oKh6YI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Hv4BMk_xA9Q/s400/Surfer_Boy_Print.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SXq02XkBgvI/AAAAAAAAAbg/m0fYS_PQbRQ/s1600-h/Print_This_Boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294743158058484466" style="WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SXq02XkBgvI/AAAAAAAAAbg/m0fYS_PQbRQ/s400/Print_This_Boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SXq02DueWuI/AAAAAAAAAbY/mU9dhUJMZxU/s1600-h/Print_Live_Out_Loud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294743152733608674" style="WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SXq02DueWuI/AAAAAAAAAbY/mU9dhUJMZxU/s400/Print_Live_Out_Loud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SXq02O8SrDI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ErKx1aHsatI/s1600-h/Print_Grant_Moment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294743155744353330" style="WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SXq02O8SrDI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ErKx1aHsatI/s400/Print_Grant_Moment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SXq015_V2MI/AAAAAAAAAbI/pkigTsmt4ZA/s1600-h/My_Superhero_Print.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294743150119999682" style="WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SXq015_V2MI/AAAAAAAAAbI/pkigTsmt4ZA/s400/My_Superhero_Print.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/7248874180744234780-3130306684442034328?l=readerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3130306684442034328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248874180744234780&amp;postID=3130306684442034328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/3130306684442034328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248874180744234780/posts/default/3130306684442034328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='Digi Scrapbooking'/><author><name>Reader Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11120942594507988645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/Srse8fz6KRI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0F2vUjfj-dg/S220/SaSsAfRaSstudios_640+copy+-+burn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X39BbGfUxPA/SXq02oKh6YI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Hv4BMk_xA9Q/s72-c/Surfer_Boy_Print.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
