<?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-2564093007238286459</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:29:55.026-08:00</updated><category term='Spring Break'/><title type='text'>Raban Family</title><subtitle type='html'>6 living big on blessings in a small town.. .. .. .</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-1079258626938637153</id><published>2009-12-10T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T14:35:49.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knott's "Merry" Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Every year for the past 5 years our family has enjoyed our annual trip to Knott's "Merry" Farm. They have 3 weeks out of the year, between Thanksgiving and Christmas, when they let firefighters and police officers in for free along with their spouse and family members get in for a reduced price. We have gone with our good friends and their family. We've been joined by some of our family members and some of theirs off and on, but it has always been a good time. This year we moved a little slower now that we have 4 kids and they have 6 but it was fun. The older boys enjoyed going off on their own to ride the coasters while we took the little ones on smaller rides. The weather was cold and wet this year but we still managed to have a "Merry" time.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413736655111831746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SyF0zftzwMI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/nBYm6zHXkYs/s320/DSCN1269.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564093007238286459-1079258626938637153?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/1079258626938637153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=1079258626938637153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/1079258626938637153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/1079258626938637153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/12/knotts-merry-farm.html' title='Knott&apos;s &quot;Merry&quot; Farm'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SyF0zftzwMI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/nBYm6zHXkYs/s72-c/DSCN1269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-4154821371357632772</id><published>2009-12-08T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:03:31.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Safety Patrol</title><content type='html'>I love our little Elementary they are so good to our kids and provide them with so many fun opportunities. Our school counselor is amazing and has been so helpful with S and has come up with some really fun things for the kids. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Safety Patrol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week M was on Safety Patrol in the morning for the entire week. He walked around with his vest on and his clip board making sure that all was well near the restrooms. He was pleased to not have to give out any citations. He had a lot of fun with his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SyFwOmi1usI/AAAAAAAAAtI/6VnS9Og-NHk/s1600-h/McKay+Safety+Patrol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 222px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413731623243201218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SyFwOmi1usI/AAAAAAAAAtI/6VnS9Og-NHk/s320/McKay+Safety+Patrol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564093007238286459-4154821371357632772?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/4154821371357632772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=4154821371357632772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/4154821371357632772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/4154821371357632772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/12/safety-patrol.html' title='Safety Patrol'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SyFwOmi1usI/AAAAAAAAAtI/6VnS9Og-NHk/s72-c/McKay+Safety+Patrol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-1299891798644847925</id><published>2009-07-23T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T14:42:45.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh!  Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>We had a great time at S's birthday party. He wanted to go to Chuck E Cheese's but since we needed to meet up with family in St. George we decided on &lt;strong&gt;Pirate Island Pizza&lt;/strong&gt; (a better version of Chuck E Cheese's).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sm9qB170eXI/AAAAAAAAAiE/7zd4-RVJdho/s1600-h/DSC02657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363622261111945586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sm9qB170eXI/AAAAAAAAAiE/7zd4-RVJdho/s320/DSC02657.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma kept an eye on KD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sm9f4PK7efI/AAAAAAAAAh8/oqnpPxvTGDQ/s1600-h/DSC02664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363611100971235826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sm9f4PK7efI/AAAAAAAAAh8/oqnpPxvTGDQ/s320/DSC02664.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt A enjoying a drink of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sm9f36H6J7I/AAAAAAAAAh0/Xt29VYx5YmQ/s1600-h/DSC02661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363611095321421746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sm9f36H6J7I/AAAAAAAAAh0/Xt29VYx5YmQ/s320/DSC02661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C eating a piece of the kids giant pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sm9f3V6gMJI/AAAAAAAAAhs/dfaMQG_5XtQ/s1600-h/DSC02649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363611085601517714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sm9f3V6gMJI/AAAAAAAAAhs/dfaMQG_5XtQ/s320/DSC02649.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle A taking a turn with KD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sm9f2yE2ufI/AAAAAAAAAhk/6LGAxh0vi28/s1600-h/DSC02659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363611075981261298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sm9f2yE2ufI/AAAAAAAAAhk/6LGAxh0vi28/s320/DSC02659.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle A and M battle it out on the air hockey game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sm9f2orvm9I/AAAAAAAAAhc/o_mo_khCTeU/s1600-h/DSC02643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363611073460018130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sm9f2orvm9I/AAAAAAAAAhc/o_mo_khCTeU/s320/DSC02643.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H pausing because I insisted on a picture; what a beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sm9SFDo4-gI/AAAAAAAAAhU/WQdA6roWHqs/s1600-h/DSC02647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363595928051186178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sm9SFDo4-gI/AAAAAAAAAhU/WQdA6roWHqs/s320/DSC02647.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss A's turn for a pic. What a great smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sm9SEs52_2I/AAAAAAAAAhM/Vm_QgX0VD24/s1600-h/DSC02645_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363595921948344162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sm9SEs52_2I/AAAAAAAAAhM/Vm_QgX0VD24/s320/DSC02645_edited.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. H concentrating so he can get all the tickets possible. He didn't want to pause for a pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sm9SEA4I-nI/AAAAAAAAAhE/c0C3zP7M40k/s1600-h/DSC02639_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363595910129973874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sm9SEA4I-nI/AAAAAAAAAhE/c0C3zP7M40k/s320/DSC02639_edited.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt A and Little Miss M getting all the tickets counted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sm9SDtyVlBI/AAAAAAAAAg8/ZNF4P2b9WHE/s1600-h/DSC02638_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363595905005360146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sm9SDtyVlBI/AAAAAAAAAg8/ZNF4P2b9WHE/s320/DSC02638_edited.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and C playing a fun shooting game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sm9SDcKfSjI/AAAAAAAAAg0/DBUwV_wtx7w/s1600-h/DSC02635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363595900274821682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sm9SDcKfSjI/AAAAAAAAAg0/DBUwV_wtx7w/s320/DSC02635.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sm9QoOulpSI/AAAAAAAAAgs/8M1nONDGL98/s1600-h/DSC02656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363594333300040994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sm9QoOulpSI/AAAAAAAAAgs/8M1nONDGL98/s320/DSC02656.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sm9QnoDiTfI/AAAAAAAAAgk/k-9iqWiUR2s/s1600-h/DSC02658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363594322918919666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sm9QnoDiTfI/AAAAAAAAAgk/k-9iqWiUR2s/s320/DSC02658.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and the Birthday boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sm9QnFmapOI/AAAAAAAAAgc/cw3GVlq546Q/s1600-h/DSC02644_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363594313669977314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sm9QnFmapOI/AAAAAAAAAgc/cw3GVlq546Q/s320/DSC02644_edited.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of saying cheese they were supposed to say argh, but as you can see only the two older ones got the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sm9Qm68Ia6I/AAAAAAAAAgU/fmsREqrM63o/s1600-h/DSC02653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363594310808267682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sm9Qm68Ia6I/AAAAAAAAAgU/fmsREqrM63o/s320/DSC02653.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564093007238286459-1299891798644847925?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/1299891798644847925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=1299891798644847925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/1299891798644847925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/1299891798644847925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/07/argh-happy-birthday.html' title='Argh!  Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sm9qB170eXI/AAAAAAAAAiE/7zd4-RVJdho/s72-c/DSC02657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-4710901339093498932</id><published>2009-07-21T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T14:44:49.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven things we love about Mr. S!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SmaSgiG294I/AAAAAAAAAfs/1c-pG71oSSM/s1600-h/IMG_2513_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 216px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361133494040196994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SmaSgiG294I/AAAAAAAAAfs/1c-pG71oSSM/s320/IMG_2513_edited.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. His cute toothless smile! (He's lost 4 teeth now)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. He's really funny and he tells good jokes. -M&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. He's a great helper with all things, especially his baby sister.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. He's my very best friend. -C&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. He's just so sweet and loving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. He loves to play games with me like hide and seek and wrestle time. -Dad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. We just love you because you're you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy 7th Birthday S! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564093007238286459-4710901339093498932?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/4710901339093498932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=4710901339093498932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/4710901339093498932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/4710901339093498932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/07/seven-things-we-love-about-spencer.html' title='Seven things we love about Mr. S!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SmaSgiG294I/AAAAAAAAAfs/1c-pG71oSSM/s72-c/IMG_2513_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-7874904262996770663</id><published>2009-07-17T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T14:45:54.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KD's Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>I think everyone knows that I have this amazing sister-in-law that is a great photographer well she came in town to see KD and take some great pictures. They can be viewed on her blog: &lt;a href="http://yellowpearphoto.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://yellowpearphoto.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. The pictures are gorgeous! Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564093007238286459-7874904262996770663?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/7874904262996770663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=7874904262996770663' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/7874904262996770663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/7874904262996770663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/07/katies-photo-shoot.html' title='KD&apos;s Photo Shoot'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-6844448955359006320</id><published>2009-07-15T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T14:48:07.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Weeks in Reverse</title><content type='html'>So I am still having a hard time with the fact that the days are passing so quickly and she is getting so big so fast. I wish I could reverse time. This is yesterday and her cheeks are filling out. Tomorrow she'll be 3 weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358824000282957250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sl5eCTa0FcI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ThInSXkn_Yk/s320/DSC02596_edited.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a really good sleeper and has not kept us up at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sl5eCDBPZyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/3i0nhuOWFP0/s1600-h/DSC02583_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358823995880728354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sl5eCDBPZyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/3i0nhuOWFP0/s320/DSC02583_edited.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All ready for church for the first time, but not too thrilled about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sl5Z5LXA_FI/AAAAAAAAAeE/eoNUQ9MAJdw/s1600-h/DSC02577_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358819445454208082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sl5Z5LXA_FI/AAAAAAAAAeE/eoNUQ9MAJdw/s320/DSC02577_edited.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her first bath was a rough experience. It took 16 days for her umbilical cord to fall off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sl5Z4_KN0SI/AAAAAAAAAd8/hl_wRQAG97c/s1600-h/DSC02573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358819442179297570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sl5Z4_KN0SI/AAAAAAAAAd8/hl_wRQAG97c/s320/DSC02573.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sl5Z4TRxYFI/AAAAAAAAAd0/e_n2QSVCR-w/s1600-h/DSC02571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358819430399828050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sl5Z4TRxYFI/AAAAAAAAAd0/e_n2QSVCR-w/s320/DSC02571.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All ready for a trip to St. George. The flower looks a little big?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sl5Z32T-tvI/AAAAAAAAAds/4jtDSvXa83c/s1600-h/DSC02562_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 222px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358819422624462578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sl5Z32T-tvI/AAAAAAAAAds/4jtDSvXa83c/s320/DSC02562_edited.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone still adores her and argues over who gets to hold her next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sl5Z3sNdtDI/AAAAAAAAAdk/v7YRm6Q1zWY/s1600-h/DSC02553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358819419912778802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sl5Z3sNdtDI/AAAAAAAAAdk/v7YRm6Q1zWY/s320/DSC02553.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sl5Lx6ON0II/AAAAAAAAAdc/dspWWAdXkKI/s1600-h/DSC02550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358803927432024194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sl5Lx6ON0II/AAAAAAAAAdc/dspWWAdXkKI/s320/DSC02550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time in her swing, she really liked it at first and then the last couple of days she is not amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sl5LxQ1oauI/AAAAAAAAAdU/0cHBESAphwI/s1600-h/DSC02548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358803916323056354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sl5LxQ1oauI/AAAAAAAAAdU/0cHBESAphwI/s320/DSC02548.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her 4th of July outfit she wore on the 6th of July because she wasn't home on the 4th like we thought we were going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sl5Lwye7VgI/AAAAAAAAAdM/obg6ufnwlDU/s1600-h/DSC02541_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358803908174763522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sl5Lwye7VgI/AAAAAAAAAdM/obg6ufnwlDU/s320/DSC02541_edited.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patiently waiting to hold his baby sister at Grandma P's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sl5LwYtagzI/AAAAAAAAAdE/zLsOSpJFUJI/s1600-h/DSCN1027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358803901256205106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sl5LwYtagzI/AAAAAAAAAdE/zLsOSpJFUJI/s320/DSCN1027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proud big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sl5Lv0PY8nI/AAAAAAAAAc8/WvwVKCpeX5Q/s1600-h/DSCN1026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358803891466596978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sl5Lv0PY8nI/AAAAAAAAAc8/WvwVKCpeX5Q/s320/DSCN1026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to whistle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sl4o7GkulGI/AAAAAAAAAcs/oF4iK12XJCU/s1600-h/DSCN1007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358765602459522146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sl4o7GkulGI/AAAAAAAAAcs/oF4iK12XJCU/s320/DSCN1007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little science project. When she was 1 week old her ongoing billirubin tests showed that she needed lights. So instead of heading back home after we dropped the boys off with family for a nice relaxing 4th of July weekend we were stuck in St. George at C's parents house so that she could be under the lights for 3 days and continue to get her heel pricked everyday. She was finally done with the lights in the late afternoon on the 4th. We waited in St. George until the morning of the 5th to get the boys. It was really nice to be able to concentrate on her while family was taking care of the boys. We are so grateful for all of our family; they are amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sl4o6qEfWTI/AAAAAAAAAck/S7dMJfSs3dY/s1600-h/DSCN0994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358765594808113458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sl4o6qEfWTI/AAAAAAAAAck/S7dMJfSs3dY/s320/DSCN0994.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sl4o6LKrtMI/AAAAAAAAAcc/t-3mF7NEDus/s1600-h/DSCN0992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358765586512590018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sl4o6LKrtMI/AAAAAAAAAcc/t-3mF7NEDus/s320/DSCN0992.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sl4o5z4C92I/AAAAAAAAAcU/p9F8D1mw8RQ/s1600-h/DSCN0991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358765580260407138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sl4o5z4C92I/AAAAAAAAAcU/p9F8D1mw8RQ/s320/DSCN0991.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564093007238286459-6844448955359006320?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/6844448955359006320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=6844448955359006320' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/6844448955359006320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/6844448955359006320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/07/2-weeks-in-reverse.html' title='2 Weeks in Reverse'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sl5eCTa0FcI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ThInSXkn_Yk/s72-c/DSC02596_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-1705516902866420320</id><published>2009-07-01T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T14:51:17.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Princess has Arrived!</title><content type='html'>KD arrived on June 25th at 9:44 am. She weighed 7 lbs. 9 oz. and was 19 inches long. C and I both had the flu on June 24th early in the wee hours of the morning and were not completely amused to be heading to St. George at 11:45 pm that evening (even though we really did want to meet her). I had gone to my doctors appt. by myself that day and I think the doctor knew that I would be back within 24 hours but he didn't exactly put it in those words. I went home and took a 2 hour nap, took the kids to the park, went on a walk, and was in bed by 9:00 pm only to be woken up at 11:00 in pain and sweating like crazy. We got to St. George at approx. 2:00 am Utah time and the nurses who checked me in could tell that C and I were not doing well. I was even more confused about wanting to be there when they told me that I needed to walk for a while before they admitted me. Not fun when you are exhausted and really just want to be in bed. Well I obviously got to stay and everything went pretty well from then on. She was by far the easiest delivery and she wasn't taken away from me to go to the nursery or anything; she was perfectly healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SkvjtgsUp-I/AAAAAAAAAcM/yyB282OJm7c/s1600-h/DSC02419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353622953069422562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SkvjtgsUp-I/AAAAAAAAAcM/yyB282OJm7c/s320/DSC02419.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proud big brothers. They just love her. They all light up every time she is mentioned or seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SkvjtNHaxVI/AAAAAAAAAcE/wlv9_zP4yd8/s1600-h/DSC02424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353622947814360402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SkvjtNHaxVI/AAAAAAAAAcE/wlv9_zP4yd8/s320/DSC02424.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her going home get-up everyone has teased me about how much girly stuff she has but I say "what do you expect from a mom with 3 boys?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SkvjsiM5KpI/AAAAAAAAAb8/_pskEWLAVZk/s1600-h/DSC02458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353622936294599314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SkvjsiM5KpI/AAAAAAAAAb8/_pskEWLAVZk/s320/DSC02458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her little shoes/slippers are the cutest things ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SkvW8_AvRDI/AAAAAAAAAb0/QVo77vZzn3k/s1600-h/DSC02466_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353608925254992946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SkvW8_AvRDI/AAAAAAAAAb0/QVo77vZzn3k/s320/DSC02466_edited.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 the day we went to get the boys from grandma and get her billirubin levels checked. She is a little jaundice due to being early and me having gestational diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SkvW8hlP4TI/AAAAAAAAAbs/JqE7kYOBjB8/s1600-h/DSC02474_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353608917355061554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SkvW8hlP4TI/AAAAAAAAAbs/JqE7kYOBjB8/s320/DSC02474_edited.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The shirt she is wearing says "Daddy's little Sweetie!" She truly is; he just loves her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SkvW71Eq_YI/AAAAAAAAAbc/J2escn3rRr0/s1600-h/DSC02491_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353608905407266178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SkvW71Eq_YI/AAAAAAAAAbc/J2escn3rRr0/s320/DSC02491_edited.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her flowers. The yellow roses are from Grandma C because they were her name sakes favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SkvW7a-XcwI/AAAAAAAAAbU/V4DpCkR0_kU/s1600-h/DSC02492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353608898401497858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SkvW7a-XcwI/AAAAAAAAAbU/V4DpCkR0_kU/s320/DSC02492.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the tie-dye from her Aunt E. She looks so cute in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SkvQQF6izhI/AAAAAAAAAbM/S31djSSnrtk/s1600-h/DSC02512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353601556944178706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SkvQQF6izhI/AAAAAAAAAbM/S31djSSnrtk/s320/DSC02512.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another billirubin and Dr. visit. She is still in the low-intermediate risk range but has to go back again on Thurs. to make sure she is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SkvNIoED_fI/AAAAAAAAAbE/rOzUD9gvm7c/s1600-h/DSC02507_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353598130137071090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SkvNIoED_fI/AAAAAAAAAbE/rOzUD9gvm7c/s320/DSC02507_edited.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 days old. I can't believe it. I have had a hard time with every passing day. Having the 3 boys I realize how quickly the time goes by and I just don't want her to get big. I can definitely see why people keep having more kids. I love her so much and while I can't wait to see what she will do and say I wish I could freeze the next couple months as I know for sure that she is our last baby. She is a really good baby. She is a good little nurser, sleeps really good, and is the cutest/sweetest little thing. She doesn't cry, unless completely provoked by a sponge bath or diaper change, she only squeaks when she is hungry or waking up. We are so excited to have her and love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SkvLOASOJvI/AAAAAAAAAa8/x5wRonkfYyw/s1600-h/DSC02519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353596023514998514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SkvLOASOJvI/AAAAAAAAAa8/x5wRonkfYyw/s320/DSC02519.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564093007238286459-1705516902866420320?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/1705516902866420320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=1705516902866420320' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/1705516902866420320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/1705516902866420320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/07/princess-has-arrived.html' title='The Princess has Arrived!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SkvjtgsUp-I/AAAAAAAAAcM/yyB282OJm7c/s72-c/DSC02419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-7753236700643556143</id><published>2009-04-16T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T08:44:03.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's having a birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;He's an amazing hubby, GREAT dad, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and the best friend I could ever ask for. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SegHQ3pJo7I/AAAAAAAAAaU/kXK4HzgAmOg/s1600-h/Chris+baby_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325514545761461170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SegHQ3pJo7I/AAAAAAAAAaU/kXK4HzgAmOg/s320/Chris+baby_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SegHFbFs6fI/AAAAAAAAAaM/SlepAjDZ8JE/s1600-h/Chris+5+or+6_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325514349118024178" style="WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SegHFbFs6fI/AAAAAAAAAaM/SlepAjDZ8JE/s320/Chris+5+or+6_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not to mention how cute he is then and now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you and hope you have an awesome day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564093007238286459-7753236700643556143?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/7753236700643556143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=7753236700643556143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/7753236700643556143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/7753236700643556143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/04/guess-whos-having-birthday.html' title='Guess who&apos;s having a birthday!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SegHQ3pJo7I/AAAAAAAAAaU/kXK4HzgAmOg/s72-c/Chris+baby_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-3370680438173760266</id><published>2009-04-16T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:35:30.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conjoined Strawberries?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SedbfEAIakI/AAAAAAAAAaE/KJaV28dPQZk/s1600-h/DSC02287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325325673597266498" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SedbfEAIakI/AAAAAAAAAaE/KJaV28dPQZk/s400/DSC02287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I went to the store the other day and there were yummy strawberries on sale for an amazing price so I got some. My friend had told me about them and made some really yummy freezer jam. I, however, was not up to making freezer jam so I got 4 packages and headed home to freeze them for those yummy smoothies I mentioned earlier. While going through them and cleaning them I came upon these two. I thought it was so cool so I snapped a shot. I couldn't bear to break them apart so they still sit in my refrigerator joined together. ( I don't know how long they will stay good but I am fascinated by conjoined things I think they are so cool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And speaking of my beloved smoothies that I have been making and enjoying almost everyday, they will now become a distant memory for a while as this morning I received the news that I have gestational diabetes. Yeah! My friend has had this and handles it quite well I hope I will have the will power to do the same. I am waiting for the nutritionist to call me today. As if illnesses, two surgeries, a broken leg, and anemia weren't enough let's add something else. Its okay I am thankful for my trials and I will keep them, as I know there is always more or worse case scenarios.  I still enjoyed one more yummy smoothie this morning.  It was delicious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564093007238286459-3370680438173760266?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/3370680438173760266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=3370680438173760266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/3370680438173760266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/3370680438173760266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/04/conjoined-strawberries_4566.html' title='Conjoined Strawberries?'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SedbfEAIakI/AAAAAAAAAaE/KJaV28dPQZk/s72-c/DSC02287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-7880594573092743031</id><published>2009-04-13T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:47:55.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easter was fun we colored eggs on Friday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePI5ZIIyBI/AAAAAAAAAXo/rbeiEya4gn4/s1600-h/DSC02239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324320072805173266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePI5ZIIyBI/AAAAAAAAAXo/rbeiEya4gn4/s320/DSC02239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePIAgjlP-I/AAAAAAAAAXg/JkuRK9r7tnI/s1600-h/DSC02231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324319095546789858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePIAgjlP-I/AAAAAAAAAXg/JkuRK9r7tnI/s320/DSC02231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;S got bored and decided to color instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePYymUz2TI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/bMXayb6da_s/s1600-h/DSC02241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324337548274948402" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePYymUz2TI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/bMXayb6da_s/s320/DSC02241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sat. morning we headed to my mom's for an easter picnic with brothers and families, aunts and uncles and cousins. It was a lot of fun. We got some great news: my cousin and his wife are having a baby. We have hoped and prayed for this for so long. We can't wait to meet him or her. I can't believe my aunt M is going to be a grandma. I forgot to ask her how she feels about about it. I'm sure she is just thrilled for her kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePK0Xv38bI/AAAAAAAAAX4/HqYf3Ufal_A/s1600-h/DSC02244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324322185558880690" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePK0Xv38bI/AAAAAAAAAX4/HqYf3Ufal_A/s320/DSC02244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great easter egg hunt at the church down the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePLH8uhKVI/AAAAAAAAAYA/fhxGJ3-nVmU/s1600-h/DSC02245_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324322521902819666" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePLH8uhKVI/AAAAAAAAAYA/fhxGJ3-nVmU/s320/DSC02245_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePLbF9qb1I/AAAAAAAAAYI/I7BWGAK9hQw/s1600-h/DSC02257_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324322850799775570" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePLbF9qb1I/AAAAAAAAAYI/I7BWGAK9hQw/s320/DSC02257_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePLxi0z0KI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ZsIIUqzIzbY/s1600-h/DSC02255_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324323236504391842" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePLxi0z0KI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ZsIIUqzIzbY/s320/DSC02255_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cute nieces and nephew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePOXKlHtcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/7zrskJPYY2A/s1600-h/DSC02258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324326081854420418" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePOXKlHtcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/7zrskJPYY2A/s200/DSC02258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePNE8cC-pI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PxFIiNsrI4E/s1600-h/DSC02260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324324669308992146" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePNE8cC-pI/AAAAAAAAAYg/PxFIiNsrI4E/s200/DSC02260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePME_Gk6BI/AAAAAAAAAYY/1EgrH4VFwpM/s1600-h/DSC02249_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324323570512619538" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePME_Gk6BI/AAAAAAAAAYY/1EgrH4VFwpM/s200/DSC02249_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Miss M, Aunt A, and Little C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePPNi7nRzI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2YM15Ti4z6Q/s1600-h/DSC02263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324327016104150834" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePPNi7nRzI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2YM15Ti4z6Q/s200/DSC02263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M, H, and Little C.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePQHb7k4zI/AAAAAAAAAY4/OyfCNxRi56s/s1600-h/DSC02262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324328010657358642" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePQHb7k4zI/AAAAAAAAAY4/OyfCNxRi56s/s200/DSC02262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun presents from grandma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePRmTLF09I/AAAAAAAAAZA/X72GtJy3-NM/s1600-h/DSC02264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324329640394085330" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePRmTLF09I/AAAAAAAAAZA/X72GtJy3-NM/s200/DSC02264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePSmitWbqI/AAAAAAAAAZI/DvbED_UYfeQ/s1600-h/DSC02266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324330744075939490" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePSmitWbqI/AAAAAAAAAZI/DvbED_UYfeQ/s200/DSC02266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePTUNajyAI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/4PUFUk9mVZw/s1600-h/DSC02267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324331528633960450" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePTUNajyAI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/4PUFUk9mVZw/s200/DSC02267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning the Easter Bunny left baskets with clues to find them and easter eggs hidden outside. The cast didn't stop little C he found more eggs then his brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePTxzJ3tfI/AAAAAAAAAZY/P7f1xv2va6U/s1600-h/DSC02274_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324332036980717042" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePTxzJ3tfI/AAAAAAAAAZY/P7f1xv2va6U/s320/DSC02274_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePUmRMhV9I/AAAAAAAAAZg/keJOTZrVs_E/s1600-h/DSC02278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324332938398095314" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePUmRMhV9I/AAAAAAAAAZg/keJOTZrVs_E/s320/DSC02278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePVltrdbWI/AAAAAAAAAZo/MZJOshhrseI/s1600-h/DSC02279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324334028375813474" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePVltrdbWI/AAAAAAAAAZo/MZJOshhrseI/s320/DSC02279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help myself I had to get a pink basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePWgFVv0yI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uKsfv7k25qA/s1600-h/DSC02281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324335031159608098" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePWgFVv0yI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uKsfv7k25qA/s320/DSC02281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our friends called us around 10:30 am and asked if we could feed the missionaries because they weren't feeling well and we said sure.  Only problem was we were planning on having hot dogs and smores because Big C just got a new fire pit thing.  I voiced my concern that this might not be an appropriate Easter dinner meal for the missionaries and C quickly told me it would be a welcome change.  Just in case, I decided to add soup and salad.  It turned out okay, I think they enjoyed it.  At least I had special hot dogs that were yummy.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any who it was a great Easter, I wanted to get pictures of the boys in their Sunday/Easter clothes but little C would not cooperate.  In fact he would not cooperate and allow me to enjoy sacrament meeting either; he and I had to quickly exit after he fell asleep during the sacrament and started whining.  I hope my boys got a glimpse of the true meaning of Easter.  I know I did and I am so thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564093007238286459-7880594573092743031?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/7880594573092743031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=7880594573092743031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/7880594573092743031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/7880594573092743031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter_13.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePI5ZIIyBI/AAAAAAAAAXo/rbeiEya4gn4/s72-c/DSC02239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-3366950885169506519</id><published>2009-04-13T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:24:35.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clark County Fair</title><content type='html'>Every year we all look forward to the Clark County Fair coming to town. It is so much fun, so many things to see and do. We love the funnel cakes, there is no where else that compares. The kids love the carnival and we all love going to the rodeo. This year with little C's broken leg it was a little tricky. Big C, M, and S went to the carnival and rodeo while little C and I went home for a much needed rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little C saying "hi" to a cow. (I know; he looks thrilled huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SeO-xpZ6BRI/AAAAAAAAAXA/TGjdWvr90dc/s1600-h/DSCN0926_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324308944619439378" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SeO-xpZ6BRI/AAAAAAAAAXA/TGjdWvr90dc/s320/DSCN0926_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M and S digging for vegetables. Little C was quite upset that he couldn't dig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SeO_YfbxX6I/AAAAAAAAAXI/w4Je0WqzBCk/s1600-h/DSCN0927_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324309611957804962" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SeO_YfbxX6I/AAAAAAAAAXI/w4Je0WqzBCk/s200/DSCN0927_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SeO_-BYiCaI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/VbN6QL8venc/s1600-h/DSCN0928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324310256726182306" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SeO_-BYiCaI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/VbN6QL8venc/s200/DSCN0928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M entered his science project from school and got a blue ribbon. He was very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SeO8PnhfxaI/AAAAAAAAAWo/69w8g4-FD4g/s1600-h/DSCN0923_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324306160975594914" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SeO8PnhfxaI/AAAAAAAAAWo/69w8g4-FD4g/s320/DSCN0923_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S entered a couple of pictures and got 2 red ribbons. He thought it was fun to find his pictures on the wall with ribbons on them. The carnival was a big hit as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SeO84XTkRkI/AAAAAAAAAWw/pWoDJBBJZz0/s1600-h/DSCN0924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324306860996838978" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SeO84XTkRkI/AAAAAAAAAWw/pWoDJBBJZz0/s200/DSCN0924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SeO-OilHbPI/AAAAAAAAAW4/ttBe8NEazic/s1600-h/DSCN0925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324308341491985650" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SeO-OilHbPI/AAAAAAAAAW4/ttBe8NEazic/s200/DSCN0925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids got stuck on the ferris wheel for about 30 minutes, but they still loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePAuFMKCAI/AAAAAAAAAXY/p1zQ8MTTfDs/s1600-h/DSCN0940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324311082381740034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SePAuFMKCAI/AAAAAAAAAXY/p1zQ8MTTfDs/s320/DSCN0940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564093007238286459-3366950885169506519?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/3366950885169506519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=3366950885169506519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/3366950885169506519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/3366950885169506519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/04/clark-county-fair.html' title='Clark County Fair'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SeO-xpZ6BRI/AAAAAAAAAXA/TGjdWvr90dc/s72-c/DSCN0926_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-3743537921184847397</id><published>2009-04-13T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:59:27.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Break'/><title type='text'>Arizona</title><content type='html'>On Sat., April 4th we headed to Arizona for a visit with family. When we were about five minutes away from my brothers, where we were going to stay, they called to let us know that two of their kids had the flu. We were glad they did because little C having had surgery 3 days before could not be around them. We went to my other brother's house nearby and we were lucky to get in because they were out of town. The next day we went to visit C's grandma and aunt in Mesa. The kids had so much fun. She has a small animal farm in her back yard. She raises chickens, pheasants, rabbits, parakeets, and ducks. M latched on to a bunny and didn't let go. Finally, Aunt N told him he could have her; I think that's what he was waiting for. We had a lot of fun holding the animals, even I took a turn. C was nice enough to pick me some more of her delicious oranges great for juicing and making the best smoothies ever. It was so much fun to see them even one of C's cousins and her family came by while we were there. I wish we could see them more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SeOxgywXX4I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/xsVCFVfsJ_Q/s1600-h/DSCN0891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324294361420619650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SeOxgywXX4I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/xsVCFVfsJ_Q/s320/DSCN0891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SeOv6Cc8WOI/AAAAAAAAAWA/dymz_7Z15z0/s1600-h/DSCN0895_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324292596107598050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SeOv6Cc8WOI/AAAAAAAAAWA/dymz_7Z15z0/s320/DSCN0895_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SeOvv_havPI/AAAAAAAAAV4/o8vUI67gD6g/s1600-h/DSCN0894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324292423522368754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SeOvv_havPI/AAAAAAAAAV4/o8vUI67gD6g/s320/DSCN0894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SeOwuk0x8qI/AAAAAAAAAWI/02FThb__fl4/s1600-h/DSCN0903_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324293498687582882" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SeOwuk0x8qI/AAAAAAAAAWI/02FThb__fl4/s320/DSCN0903_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SeOvJhtK1NI/AAAAAAAAAVw/_q1923AEpTw/s1600-h/DSCN0888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324291762683565266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SeOvJhtK1NI/AAAAAAAAAVw/_q1923AEpTw/s320/DSCN0888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at my brother's house again that night because they had gotten back home. My boys love their little cousin G she is 1 and so cute, they loved playing with her. They would sometimes fight over who could hold her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SeOx9mlFpuI/AAAAAAAAAWY/LxgtFoeZM7k/s1600-h/DSCN0908_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324294856368301794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SeOx9mlFpuI/AAAAAAAAAWY/LxgtFoeZM7k/s320/DSCN0908_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, we went to lunch and then we all headed over to the other brother's house. And unfortunately we were only there for about an hour when little C broke his leg jumping on the trampoline with his already trampoline wounded cousin Dennis. Tragic! We quickly took him to an Urgent Care where they splinted his leg and told us we needed to see an orthopedic ASAP. So we had to cancel our trip to the Grand Canyon the next day and head home to see an orthopedic. It was a short crazy trip but we still managed to have fun and get a lot done. I was even able to get maternity pictures taken by my very talented sister-in-law. They can be viewed at: &lt;a href="http://yellowpearphoto.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://yellowpearphoto.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. My poor little guy said it best when he said, "It's not fair." He's right; it is totally not fair that 5 days after surgery he would break his leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SeOykU587vI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4xM-kGjQwa8/s1600-h/DSCN0920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324295521638870770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SeOykU587vI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4xM-kGjQwa8/s320/DSCN0920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2564093007238286459-3743537921184847397?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/3743537921184847397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=3743537921184847397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/3743537921184847397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/3743537921184847397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/04/arizona-visit.html' title='Arizona'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SeOxgywXX4I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/xsVCFVfsJ_Q/s72-c/DSCN0891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-146226262260524430</id><published>2009-04-02T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:42:25.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our busy lives!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, April 1st we survived another surgery.  ( No April fools here).   Tonsils and adenoids again.  Cannon did a little better coming out of anesthesia than Spencer but it was still so sad.  Despite the photo he loved the ride in the wheel chair.  In fact, he wouldn't get out of the wheel chair until we left he stayed in it for approx.  2-3  hours while C and I lay in his bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SdVFZ-sTMFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/QocPsvCoiek/s1600-h/DSCN0881_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320234847435960402" style="WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SdVFZ-sTMFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/QocPsvCoiek/s320/DSCN0881_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little C and I waiting for surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SdVE1AXvZEI/AAAAAAAAAVc/bDgrNdDVdbw/s1600-h/DSCN0879_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320234212231439426" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SdVE1AXvZEI/AAAAAAAAAVc/bDgrNdDVdbw/s320/DSCN0879_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought that this might be the last photo of him sucking his thumb, no such luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SdVD12GBRVI/AAAAAAAAAVU/bc-qiFK1vPI/s1600-h/DSCN0878_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320233127141000530" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SdVD12GBRVI/AAAAAAAAAVU/bc-qiFK1vPI/s320/DSCN0878_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big C and Little C waiting with his mask that he would go to sleep with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SdVDJOxocZI/AAAAAAAAAVM/UqmapIkynKo/s1600-h/DSCN0877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320232360672260498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SdVDJOxocZI/AAAAAAAAAVM/UqmapIkynKo/s320/DSCN0877.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, March 30th, M &amp;amp; S were recognized for their grades at morning muster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SdU9OS3q0gI/AAAAAAAAAUc/iqHbbsABGac/s1600-h/DSCN0873_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320225850600903170" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SdU9OS3q0gI/AAAAAAAAAUc/iqHbbsABGac/s320/DSCN0873_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SdU8wxTVLvI/AAAAAAAAAUU/yqaj9Mh3Fyk/s1600-h/DSCN0874_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320225343373913842" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SdU8wxTVLvI/AAAAAAAAAUU/yqaj9Mh3Fyk/s320/DSCN0874_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, March 29th, was my last sharing time.  Now one might think I would have been happy to be released but to tell the truth I was really sad.  I loved my calling, I learned a lot, I loved the kids, and I realized it is actually harder to be a teacher then be in the Primary Presidency.  I found this cute idea online the first picture shows the house with no bricks the second shows the bricks with a little note about what the kids do at home to make their house a happy home.  It was a lot of work but so worth it.  To start, I had one of the older girls tell the story of the three little pigs and showed them the likeness that the big bad wolf has to Satan.  So we built a strong house with their bricks recognizing each child individually.   It was a lot of fun to learn about what they do at home, they are so cute and sweet.  I am really going to miss it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SdU_k248vnI/AAAAAAAAAUk/JPyYUoO9AY4/s1600-h/DSCN0868_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320228437250326130" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SdU_k248vnI/AAAAAAAAAUk/JPyYUoO9AY4/s320/DSCN0868_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SdVAFUOXo1I/AAAAAAAAAUs/-nU9vbeTYRI/s1600-h/DSCN0872_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320228994880611154" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SdVAFUOXo1I/AAAAAAAAAUs/-nU9vbeTYRI/s320/DSCN0872_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, March 28th, was opening day for little league baseball.  The kids had fun but were tired after a long hot day in the sun.  Now we have games on three different days a week and 2 different practices on top of that.  I feel like all I do is run here, there, and everywhere.  Oh well, it is fun to watch them get excited about their accomplishments and learn new things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SdVB3BwR1eI/AAAAAAAAAVE/PPmXy8Omx-4/s1600-h/DSCN0864_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320230948427650530" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SdVB3BwR1eI/AAAAAAAAAVE/PPmXy8Omx-4/s320/DSCN0864_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SdVBRoNwerI/AAAAAAAAAU8/91sF7ui1dRg/s1600-h/DSCN0867_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320230305916811954" style="WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SdVBRoNwerI/AAAAAAAAAU8/91sF7ui1dRg/s320/DSCN0867_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564093007238286459-146226262260524430?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/146226262260524430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=146226262260524430' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/146226262260524430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/146226262260524430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-busy-lives.html' title='Our busy lives!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SdVFZ-sTMFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/QocPsvCoiek/s72-c/DSCN0881_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-4265033087152562416</id><published>2009-03-24T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:23:39.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HE DID IT!</title><content type='html'>About 2 weeks ago little C finally decided all on his own that he was done with diapers. We had been to Target and bought him new underwear and he just decided he wanted to wear them. Except last night when he was getting dressed he forgot where his big boys went or he was just being silly. Good job little C we are so proud of you. You are such a good boy. Or as he would say "High Five."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Scmwz3dbHEI/AAAAAAAAAUE/-S2DrN6jJo8/s1600-h/DSCN0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316975240194759746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Scmwz3dbHEI/AAAAAAAAAUE/-S2DrN6jJo8/s320/DSCN0862.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/2564093007238286459-4265033087152562416?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/4265033087152562416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=4265033087152562416' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/4265033087152562416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/4265033087152562416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/03/he-did-it.html' title='HE DID IT!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Scmwz3dbHEI/AAAAAAAAAUE/-S2DrN6jJo8/s72-c/DSCN0862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-8317975265630772818</id><published>2009-03-24T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:53:35.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Grades = Good Times!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/ScmmShzD3yI/AAAAAAAAAT4/lh1nr53tyx8/s1600-h/DSCN0858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316963672327970594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/ScmmShzD3yI/AAAAAAAAAT4/lh1nr53tyx8/s320/DSCN0858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;C has been wanting to take the boys skiing for two years now and he's never done it. But when we found out how much it cost to enlist them in lessons we decided they needed to earn it. So what better then good grades = skiing lessons. On Saturday C headed up to Brian Head with M, S, and brother A. M did awesome and absolutely loved it. He didn't stop until they closed the lifts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/ScmjC0rYgwI/AAAAAAAAATw/8GqqbDy2SQk/s1600-h/DSCN0836_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316960103983252226" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/ScmjC0rYgwI/AAAAAAAAATw/8GqqbDy2SQk/s320/DSCN0836_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M making a pizza during lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/ScmiW0XuoaI/AAAAAAAAATo/RJJs2gR9u6A/s1600-h/DSCN0845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316959347986571682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/ScmiW0XuoaI/AAAAAAAAATo/RJJs2gR9u6A/s320/DSCN0845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very successful landing off the ski lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/ScmhhKhB_iI/AAAAAAAAATg/9AqP1m_KciA/s1600-h/DSCN0855_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316958426218233378" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/ScmhhKhB_iI/AAAAAAAAATg/9AqP1m_KciA/s320/DSCN0855_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two peace signs to dad. (Pretty much saying, look at me and how awesome I am at this skiing thing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Scmg0_XHV4I/AAAAAAAAATY/96tVbayUZec/s1600-h/DSCN0841_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316957667309606786" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Scmg0_XHV4I/AAAAAAAAATY/96tVbayUZec/s320/DSCN0841_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S looking a little lost, probably needed more one on one then there was available. But he still loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/ScmgOHFgFCI/AAAAAAAAATQ/JpDK1uKYQlk/s1600-h/DSCN0840_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316956999368315938" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/ScmgOHFgFCI/AAAAAAAAATQ/JpDK1uKYQlk/s320/DSCN0840_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/ScmfqV1dq8I/AAAAAAAAATI/dQIEmEEDD7s/s1600-h/DSCN0857_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316956384852290498" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/ScmfqV1dq8I/AAAAAAAAATI/dQIEmEEDD7s/s320/DSCN0857_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo tired. He got a little tired after a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/ScmfH0tcswI/AAAAAAAAATA/k9W9tpKZIus/s1600-h/DSCN0828_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316955791844750082" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/ScmfH0tcswI/AAAAAAAAATA/k9W9tpKZIus/s320/DSCN0828_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother A was snowboarding with C. It was his first time; he used my snowboard and boots. Luckily everything fit perfectly. Here he is walking down the hill. After so many spills it is excruciating to get up. I remember those days.  :(   I feel for him.  All in all he did great and enjoyed himself in spite of the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/ScmefjBTh_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/OIdAm4_tWDY/s1600-h/DSCN0825_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316955099901429746" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/ScmefjBTh_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/OIdAm4_tWDY/s320/DSCN0825_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already to go, borrowed pants from K and a big jacket he looks like the stay puffed marshmallow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564093007238286459-8317975265630772818?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/8317975265630772818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=8317975265630772818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/8317975265630772818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/8317975265630772818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-grades-good-times.html' title='Good Grades = Good Times!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/ScmmShzD3yI/AAAAAAAAAT4/lh1nr53tyx8/s72-c/DSCN0858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-7798806262444557328</id><published>2009-03-15T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:14:16.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of Firsts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The last few weeks have held a lot of new firsts for the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sb3L0rClMKI/AAAAAAAAASI/0oLdxLcQBbk/s1600-h/DSCN0814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313627241134239906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sb3L0rClMKI/AAAAAAAAASI/0oLdxLcQBbk/s320/DSCN0814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sb3LAyxHEaI/AAAAAAAAASA/D6ikMJGhxP8/s1600-h/DSCN0813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313626349855248802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sb3LAyxHEaI/AAAAAAAAASA/D6ikMJGhxP8/s320/DSCN0813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sb3KLRCo00I/AAAAAAAAAR4/1Ppp9Zjbdh4/s1600-h/DSCN0807_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313625430268891970" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sb3KLRCo00I/AAAAAAAAAR4/1Ppp9Zjbdh4/s320/DSCN0807_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sb3JcR5-shI/AAAAAAAAARw/JbX6y7ah8xg/s1600-h/DSCN0810_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313624623047160338" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sb3JcR5-shI/AAAAAAAAARw/JbX6y7ah8xg/s320/DSCN0810_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spencer has finally conquered the bicycle after all this time. I think he finally wanted it for himself which makes a big difference. He has also lost his first tooth, has three others loose, and he is playing T-ball for the first time. He is excited that his dad is his coach. Wow! He is loving it. He was a little bugged when he showed up to T-ball practice and there were all girls except for him. The two other boys that were supposed to be on his team decided to do other things. I wanted him to have a good time so I recruited one of his friends to be on his team. Hopefully he will be more excited at the next practice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sb3MPpMl82I/AAAAAAAAASQ/TblvF2dzJhg/s1600-h/DSCN0819_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sb3MPpMl82I/AAAAAAAAASQ/TblvF2dzJhg/s1600-h/DSCN0819_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sb3MPpMl82I/AAAAAAAAASQ/TblvF2dzJhg/s1600-h/DSCN0819_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313627704495829858" style="WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sb3MPpMl82I/AAAAAAAAASQ/TblvF2dzJhg/s320/DSCN0819_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sb3Mcf5HCII/AAAAAAAAASY/d-voY3FYlrg/s1600-h/DSCN0820_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313627925336492162" style="WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sb3Mcf5HCII/AAAAAAAAASY/d-voY3FYlrg/s320/DSCN0820_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M has been riding his bike like crazy with the neighborhood boys and they have been learning jumps. He's having a great time and getting really good at it. He has also ridden his bike the mile and a half to school with his dad a couple of times and really likes it.  I tried to catch his jump with the camera and the only one that was in the air was blurry -- go figure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sb3OPs_ytaI/AAAAAAAAASo/oGkIHOgGR4A/s1600-h/DSCN0822_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313629904539137442" style="WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sb3OPs_ytaI/AAAAAAAAASo/oGkIHOgGR4A/s320/DSCN0822_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sb3NEOVg6bI/AAAAAAAAASg/PnZFFXwoQ98/s1600-h/DSCN0822_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sb3NEOVg6bI/AAAAAAAAASg/PnZFFXwoQ98/s1600-h/DSCN0822_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at this big guy!  We have suspicions that the training wheels will be off really soon.  He pretty much learned to pedal, steer, and brake in one day.  He pretty much can't stand not doing anything that his brothers can do.  Take T-ball for instance he can hit the ball better than Spencer's whole team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love watching them learn new things.  But then once they have learned it the realization sets in that they are getting so big, so fast.  It's crazy; I don't want to miss anything but yet I feel in some ways that I already have.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Firsts are scary and fun all at the same time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564093007238286459-7798806262444557328?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/7798806262444557328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=7798806262444557328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/7798806262444557328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/7798806262444557328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/03/lots-of-firsts.html' title='Lots of Firsts!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sb3L0rClMKI/AAAAAAAAASI/0oLdxLcQBbk/s72-c/DSCN0814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-3769356613964575371</id><published>2009-03-13T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:39:30.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SbrTeWLm4tI/AAAAAAAAARg/mGFH9L9bOBg/s1600-h/DSCN0795.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;February 24th the day before my birthday my hubby sent me off to a Lia Sophia party at my friends.  I wasn't going to go because I didn't want to spend any money.  I went for about an hour and then came home and when I went to walk in the door he told me to leave again.  ??  So I went next door to my neighbors until they were ready.  Well about 10 minutes later they came and got me and this was what I found.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sbq1QEzODXI/AAAAAAAAARY/KRANHZUBsPw/s1600-h/DSCN0782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312757998208028018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sbq1QEzODXI/AAAAAAAAARY/KRANHZUBsPw/s320/DSCN0782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SbqvIOJ7N3I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/sMQ5DJVD13w/s1600-h/DSCN0786_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312751266210461554" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SbqvIOJ7N3I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/sMQ5DJVD13w/s320/DSCN0786_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SbqrOpg5i4I/AAAAAAAAAQw/ahZkLQ3NcNc/s1600-h/DSCN0781.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SbqrOpg5i4I/AAAAAAAAAQw/ahZkLQ3NcNc/s1600-h/DSCN0781.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SbqrOpg5i4I/AAAAAAAAAQw/ahZkLQ3NcNc/s1600-h/DSCN0781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312746978587282306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SbqrOpg5i4I/AAAAAAAAAQw/ahZkLQ3NcNc/s320/DSCN0781.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; A yummy cake, presents, and cards.  It was so fun and the boys were so excited.   I got an ipod, some really cool headphones, and an arm band for when I can start running again.    Right now it works well for walking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SbqzGWpxCuI/AAAAAAAAARQ/dwXeezJMYUQ/s1600-h/DSCN0793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312755632178268898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SbqzGWpxCuI/AAAAAAAAARQ/dwXeezJMYUQ/s320/DSCN0793.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; C had to work the next day so that is why he had the party the night before.  Well, come to find out he had a sneaky little plan.  We went to bed and he got up and went to work but really didn't.  He had called my friends who were taking me out the next day and told them he was taking vacation that day and would be vetoing all of my plans.  He asked one of my friends to make me breakfast and when he supposedly left for work he drove around until she had it done and then brought me breakfast in bed.  It was amazing.  Hashbrown quiche, creme filled crepes with rasberry sauce, and yogurt with fruit.   Salina, you're amazing.  Next, he took Cannon to another one of my great friends and whisked me off to Mesquite for a pedicure and lunch it was so awesome.  What a great husband!  I love him so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SbrU6kQ7W1I/AAAAAAAAARo/_ViAhxZ4vXE/s1600-h/DSCN0795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312792813069097810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SbrU6kQ7W1I/AAAAAAAAARo/_ViAhxZ4vXE/s320/DSCN0795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch we went to Wal-Mart and ran into my friend who had made me the yummy breakfast and she looked and felt like she was going to kill over, she thought she might have the flu.  She was there getting stuff to make me dinner and a birthday cake with three little girls.  I asked her time and time again if I could help her in any way and she kept saying no.  So C and left and we got all the way out to the car and I just felt like I couldn't leave her there.  I told C and he agreed and so I sent him home and I went back inside to find her.  Well I drove her home and seperated out the dinner for dinner group that night and she just kept getting more sick.  When she finally went to the hospital they told her her appendix needed to come out so she had her first operation ever the next day.  She was so worried that she ruined my day but she couldn't it was so good.  C made the dinner she was going to make (Monte Cristo sandwiches),  they were so yummy.  It was a great day many friends and family called and brought gifts.  Thanks everyone and I am so glad that Salina is okay. &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/2564093007238286459-3769356613964575371?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/3769356613964575371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=3769356613964575371' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/3769356613964575371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/3769356613964575371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/03/very-happy-birthday.html' title='A Very Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/Sbq1QEzODXI/AAAAAAAAARY/KRANHZUBsPw/s72-c/DSCN0782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-8175055354872350672</id><published>2009-02-23T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:58:17.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Weekend!</title><content type='html'>Well this last weekend started out a little rough with a lot of what ifs. On Friday afternoon C and I were cleaning out our closet when we got a call from our Pediatrician about little C. She told us that a send out test from his urine sample a couple weeks before had come back showing that he had a staff infection. Well being an overly cautious doctor as she is, she sent us to find the first available hospital that could do a few tests on his kidneys. We ended up at Summerlin Hospital and they ran the tests. The first one was horrible, they had to catheterize him and fill up his bladder with dye and then as he released his bladder/pulled the catheter they had to get pictures of his kidneys. Well he was so distraught and the Radiology tech. wasn't strong enough to hold him therefore the pictures didn't turn out. So, we were sent back upstairs to get, yes boys, another catheter. Big C was irate, understandably so. I had to calm him down (shocking, I know). Well they finally got what they needed and then finished the tests with an ultrasound. This was a walk in the park compared to the other test. He didn't squirm or cry or anything. He was a real trooper. The results show that he has mild reflux in his right kidney and the Radiologist said that at this age it should eventually heal itself. We haven't talked to the pediatrician yet but she told C that he would probably have to be on antibiotic for a few years if he had reflux so that an infection won't do further harm to his kidneys. So we'll see. I am so glad we have a good pediatrician. Little C is doing okay but still in pain when he goes potty, it's really sad. C's parents came to watch M and S and to watch M's B-ball game, so when we got home little C was pleased to find them there with a great present. A tool set. He loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLuJdWm3SI/AAAAAAAAAQE/msdqlswJemA/s1600-h/DSCN0771_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306065157261548834" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLuJdWm3SI/AAAAAAAAAQE/msdqlswJemA/s320/DSCN0771_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;M finally had good representation at his B-ball game. He tries really hard and was excited to get a couple of rebounds. I think he feels bad when he disappoints his dad. He'll get better with practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLurSvkfkI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ITIYEuuNKP8/s1600-h/DSCN0776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306065738529013314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLurSvkfkI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ITIYEuuNKP8/s320/DSCN0776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLvVk65e5I/AAAAAAAAAQU/TUrf4E5BZ_U/s1600-h/DSCN0777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306066464962870162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLvVk65e5I/AAAAAAAAAQU/TUrf4E5BZ_U/s320/DSCN0777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After M's game we left to Utah so C and I could get away for Valentine's/My Birthday and use a great gift that my parents gave us for Christmas 2007. We got to stay in a really nice room at the Majestic View Lodge in Springdale. We dropped the kids off at my parents and headed up to Springdale. On the way we went to Grafton, an old ghost town where my great-grandpa was born, because C had never been there. It was a lot of fun to show him the old homes and the places I had loved going as a child. There is a reunion every year but I have only been once since we got married and C was gone somewhere. He loved seeing it and we had a good walk. We even broke the law to see one of the homes and felt like rebels. We had a great dinner at the Switchback Grill, the food was amazing. Even though we only got away for a little bit it was so nice to just be alone with each other. On Sunday morning we had to hurry back to church but because of the hour gain and now having church at 1 it wasn't too bad. (No pictures :( I don't know what we were thinking)! Thanks Mom and K!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLwdH5xtaI/AAAAAAAAAQk/6vKq8hWjV2g/s1600-h/DSCN0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306067694124119458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLwdH5xtaI/AAAAAAAAAQk/6vKq8hWjV2g/s320/DSCN0780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLv6A4ftwI/AAAAAAAAAQc/86zPpende-c/s1600-h/DSCN0779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306067090944276226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLv6A4ftwI/AAAAAAAAAQc/86zPpende-c/s320/DSCN0779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday evening our sweet home teacher brought me some cupcakes for my upcoming birthday. The kids were ready for bed so they didn't get one but C and I enjoyed one they were so good they had fresh strawberries in them. The boys and I had one for breakfast. YUMMY! &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/2564093007238286459-8175055354872350672?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/8175055354872350672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=8175055354872350672' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/8175055354872350672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/8175055354872350672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-weekend.html' title='A Great Weekend!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLuJdWm3SI/AAAAAAAAAQE/msdqlswJemA/s72-c/DSCN0771_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-1226683207557748917</id><published>2009-02-23T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:38:51.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling for the 1st Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLkNekYD1I/AAAAAAAAAO0/hr7p58CLvqA/s1600-h/DSCN0752_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLkNekYD1I/AAAAAAAAAO0/hr7p58CLvqA/s320/DSCN0752_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306054231190933330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLilaqo-BI/AAAAAAAAAOk/a_2d4ECbND0/s1600-h/DSCN0738_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLilaqo-BI/AAAAAAAAAOk/a_2d4ECbND0/s320/DSCN0738_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306052443437070354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;C and I have always wanted to take the kids bowling but have never gotten around to it, so when I was up at my mom's house a week ago my family suggested bowling and we went.  C was at work so we missed him but the kids had a blast.  Little C absolutely loved it at first but got really frustrated when it wasn't his turn continuously and when anyone tried to help him push the ball at a faster rate then 1 mph (which usually rolled to a stop).    He eventually ended up throwing himself on the ground in several different positions, one time performing a snow angel.  It's hard to be 3 and not get everything you want when you want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLlPsPcOKI/AAAAAAAAAPE/fbu7NdEOM3k/s1600-h/DSCN0760_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLlPsPcOKI/AAAAAAAAAPE/fbu7NdEOM3k/s320/DSCN0760_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306055368732588194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLk1rDTpsI/AAAAAAAAAO8/CEaRGIchG-4/s1600-h/DSCN0759_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLk1rDTpsI/AAAAAAAAAO8/CEaRGIchG-4/s320/DSCN0759_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306054921736660674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;S had a natural talent for hitting the pins but a little trouble with throwing the ball.  He could hold it properly but his back handed throw, I do mean throw,  was very awkward and funny to watch.  I think with a little practice he could be great.  He was a big winner coming in second under his Uncle L and beat his Aunt E and two cousins.  He loved it; his final score was 89.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLmeCAMpRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/-3PLZDjpLWk/s1600-h/DSCN0736_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLmeCAMpRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/-3PLZDjpLWk/s320/DSCN0736_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306056714604029202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLjeqpQmuI/AAAAAAAAAOs/6QRMKqGr1ao/s1600-h/DSCN0745_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLjeqpQmuI/AAAAAAAAAOs/6QRMKqGr1ao/s320/DSCN0745_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306053426978790114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;M loved bowling also.  He did really well and enjoyed every minute.  I think he too with a little practice could be great.  He can't wait to take dad and show him his skills.  He finished with a score of 82 beating his Aunt B which he was excited about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLoU3s0OzI/AAAAAAAAAPc/EP0Dv-GJN1o/s1600-h/DSCN0757_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLoU3s0OzI/AAAAAAAAAPc/EP0Dv-GJN1o/s320/DSCN0757_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306058756242815794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLnrPks3KI/AAAAAAAAAPU/X7VvwjF8xyg/s1600-h/DSCN0756_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLnrPks3KI/AAAAAAAAAPU/X7VvwjF8xyg/s320/DSCN0756_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306058041096723618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The whole family had a great time.  My sister and mom were a great help with little C and everyone was excited to be there.  It was all the cousins first time bowling too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLq_LJ0jCI/AAAAAAAAAPs/XBm4_jhNdO8/s1600-h/DSCN0746_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLq_LJ0jCI/AAAAAAAAAPs/XBm4_jhNdO8/s320/DSCN0746_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306061682042506274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLqRr-PucI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WKFEPHcgyS8/s1600-h/DSCN0755_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLqRr-PucI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WKFEPHcgyS8/s320/DSCN0755_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306060900578343362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLsxvndraI/AAAAAAAAAP8/VZbqlLlgjkE/s1600-h/DSCN0744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLsxvndraI/AAAAAAAAAP8/VZbqlLlgjkE/s200/DSCN0744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306063650335600034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLr2OjEhRI/AAAAAAAAAP0/d_geDNbYtSg/s1600-h/DSCN0749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLr2OjEhRI/AAAAAAAAAP0/d_geDNbYtSg/s200/DSCN0749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306062627846522130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2564093007238286459-1226683207557748917?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/1226683207557748917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=1226683207557748917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/1226683207557748917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/1226683207557748917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/02/bowling-for-1st-time.html' title='Bowling for the 1st Time!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SaLkNekYD1I/AAAAAAAAAO0/hr7p58CLvqA/s72-c/DSCN0752_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-2951317036876206633</id><published>2009-02-18T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:37:46.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's still a girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304195683838400354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZxJ3yJZF2I/AAAAAAAAAOM/OQd6eoeK5ao/s320/09-02-17-132543_RABAN_20090217_132543_0022_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is a picture of her two legs with nothing in between. This ultrasound tech agreed with the first one. It's a GIRL! Big C had a dream that we went to the ultrasound and it was a boy and a guy at work told him he had a son that was supposed to be a girl. He was kind of scared and I was skeptical. The picture isn't that great I wish I could get the ones from the other ultrasound to scan in, but I couldn't. But a second opinion does take away some of the skepticism.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304196148708355586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZxKS17BrgI/AAAAAAAAAOc/KdNU7AIn_HA/s320/09-02-17-132543_RABAN_20090217_132543_0013_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So, usually these pictures look scary but I kind of like this one. Even though it is kind of alienish, it looks like she is smiling at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZxKLz6USoI/AAAAAAAAAOU/rcjfZLqLuHQ/s1600-h/09-02-17-132543_RABAN_20090217_132543_0034_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304196027909425794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZxKLz6USoI/AAAAAAAAAOU/rcjfZLqLuHQ/s320/09-02-17-132543_RABAN_20090217_132543_0034_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, how about those lips the technician commented on her big lips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564093007238286459-2951317036876206633?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/2951317036876206633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=2951317036876206633' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/2951317036876206633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/2951317036876206633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-still-girl.html' title='It&apos;s still a girl!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZxJ3yJZF2I/AAAAAAAAAOM/OQd6eoeK5ao/s72-c/09-02-17-132543_RABAN_20090217_132543_0022_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-1343662548862858750</id><published>2009-02-17T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:50:46.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZuPWSXodgI/AAAAAAAAANs/dLDtaUQKK_o/s1600-h/cannon_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303990599209743874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZuPWSXodgI/AAAAAAAAANs/dLDtaUQKK_o/s320/cannon_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we thought he wasn't even alive. Boy, were we wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZuPsFmjwdI/AAAAAAAAAN0/NgKpBhw9kTo/s1600-h/cannon2_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303990973739811282" style="WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZuPsFmjwdI/AAAAAAAAAN0/NgKpBhw9kTo/s320/cannon2_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he was sweet and such a good baby. This was the fooling stage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZrwH1m5CWI/AAAAAAAAANM/m7IYJfXXJRs/s1600-h/DSCN0699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303815528622131554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZrwH1m5CWI/AAAAAAAAANM/m7IYJfXXJRs/s320/DSCN0699.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZruudld7jI/AAAAAAAAAM8/smBm-jdL-RI/s1600-h/DSCN0698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303813993165352498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZruudld7jI/AAAAAAAAAM8/smBm-jdL-RI/s320/DSCN0698.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's now 3 and he might still look sweet but look closely! There is definite mischeif behind those grins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZrwsyfurqI/AAAAAAAAANU/56Uy6U5G0go/s1600-h/DSCN0701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303816163441946274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZrwsyfurqI/AAAAAAAAANU/56Uy6U5G0go/s320/DSCN0701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here he is with his cute little 1 year old cousin G!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZrx9DlF2lI/AAAAAAAAANc/oe-Ri30D6_k/s1600-h/DSCN0713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303817542417373778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZrx9DlF2lI/AAAAAAAAANc/oe-Ri30D6_k/s320/DSCN0713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying his own cake with his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZrymzWPdwI/AAAAAAAAANk/yysXUu0uJPc/s1600-h/DSCN0716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303818259614627586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZrymzWPdwI/AAAAAAAAANk/yysXUu0uJPc/s320/DSCN0716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Opening gifts with helpers, dad and N aka Dennis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZuQ1HMNqtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/oNNC9lo6R_0/s1600-h/DSCN0725_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303992228296633042" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZuQ1HMNqtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/oNNC9lo6R_0/s320/DSCN0725_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoying his new remote control tractor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love you little C! You are so exciting and fun to have around. I love it when you suck your thumb and twirl my hair. I know those days are almost gone and I know that I am going to miss them immensely. Happy 3rd Birthday!&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/2564093007238286459-1343662548862858750?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/1343662548862858750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=1343662548862858750' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/1343662548862858750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/1343662548862858750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday Boy!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZuPWSXodgI/AAAAAAAAANs/dLDtaUQKK_o/s72-c/cannon_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-1610773677739836045</id><published>2009-02-14T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:52:16.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't let this day pass without telling my love bug, Happy Valentine's Day! I am so grateful for him and the love and friendship we share. He makes my life so wonderful. He is such a good dad and provider for our boys and me. I love him with all my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZdrVyG2UlI/AAAAAAAAAMM/EKtJFJ7XeIQ/s1600-h/DSCN0600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302825108223971922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZdrVyG2UlI/AAAAAAAAAMM/EKtJFJ7XeIQ/s320/DSCN0600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made my boys heart-shaped pancakes for breakfast today! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302826905052375570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZds-X0H6hI/AAAAAAAAAMU/hOPLspAfOIo/s320/DSCN0692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302828016981462946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZdt_GErT6I/AAAAAAAAAMc/HlDumdEXdeE/s320/DSCN0689_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;S and C enjoying their heart-shaped pancakes and bacon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302828780505854402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZduribE8cI/AAAAAAAAAMk/BefH4Y8p86o/s320/DSCN0691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;M is quite a trooper he has had to attend most of his basketball games alone because of one or more of the sickies at our house. Today was no exception because dad had to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302829761889115554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZdvkqXFHaI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Ea7wGTdeMfk/s320/DSCN0694_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;S got to go to his class party and I think he actually got to enjoy it even though he was way tired. I was the room mom in his class and this was the last party. It was fun but I'm glad that it's over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302829343571140482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZdvMUATX4I/AAAAAAAAAMs/jK-e7Conajg/s320/DSCN0684.JPG" border="0" /&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/2564093007238286459-1610773677739836045?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/1610773677739836045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=1610773677739836045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/1610773677739836045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/1610773677739836045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZdrVyG2UlI/AAAAAAAAAMM/EKtJFJ7XeIQ/s72-c/DSCN0600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-7245550423083599290</id><published>2009-02-12T16:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:09:23.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm pregnant, It's a GIRL, Spencer had surgery, and More. . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, let's face it I'm just not good at this blogging thing. But here's the latest. First of all, I'm pregnant and I've been sick with sinus infections and pregnancy sick the whole time. I am 19 weeks and hoping that I will be feeling better real soon. I'm really excited to be pregnant but I am also glad that I know that this is the last time. I have gotten more sick every time. Our whole family was so excited when we found out that it was a girl on February 3rd. (I am still skeptical because of the umbilical cord.) I have another ultrasound on the 17th. The one on the 3rd was just for fun. C and I went by ourselves to find out what it was and we didn't tell anyone where we were going. We weren't sure if we wanted to tell people if it was a boy. We stopped by Babies R' Us on the way home to get a couple outfits so we could surprise the boys. They were so excited. They looked in the bag and said these are baby girl clothes and we said "yes, you're right." Then M guessed what they were for and they were all excited. I love being pregnant and feeling her moving inside. It is so fun. Little C was too sick to care. They are holding up their favorite outfits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302108083822766338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZTfNeD7qQI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6n7U7D3aHgQ/s320/DSCN0676.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302108964575468882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZTgAvHvXVI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qAzvKKpwWpw/s320/DSCN0679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S had his tonsils and adenoids (yes, adenoids again, apparently they grow back) on February 11th. He was a real trooper but a little angry when he came out of the anesthesia. He now acts as if nothing happened at all. He had them removed because he has had strep-throat 4 times in 4 and 1/2 months. The doctor said his tonsils were really infected. Little C has also been really sick with strep-throat, bronchitis, and a bacterial infection in his eyes. He is finally on the mend, thanks to Penicillin, a steroid, and eye drops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZTZucX_LDI/AAAAAAAAALs/04sPgnTQQrU/s1600-h/DSCN0681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302102053235928114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZTZucX_LDI/AAAAAAAAALs/04sPgnTQQrU/s320/DSCN0681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are looking for girl names because we haven't had the need for them so we have nothing. So if anyone has any ideas, please feel free to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564093007238286459-7245550423083599290?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/7245550423083599290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=7245550423083599290' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/7245550423083599290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/7245550423083599290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2009/02/it.html' title='I&apos;m pregnant, It&apos;s a GIRL, Spencer had surgery, and More. . . . .'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SZTfNeD7qQI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6n7U7D3aHgQ/s72-c/DSCN0676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-6726422603820614996</id><published>2008-10-06T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:55:10.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, once again I am playing catch up. Here's what we've been up to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SOqJNinFjsI/AAAAAAAAALI/D162OjUNPmM/s1600-h/IMG_2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254162781003157186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SOqJNinFjsI/AAAAAAAAALI/D162OjUNPmM/s320/IMG_2529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This last Sunday we went and took pictures. It was not a fun experience as Cannon would not cooperate at all. Atleast we got what we needed. It just wasn't perfect as it never is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SOqImQk--YI/AAAAAAAAALA/pduejKCG7vA/s1600-h/IMG_2470_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254162106147600770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SOqImQk--YI/AAAAAAAAALA/pduejKCG7vA/s320/IMG_2470_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got away for the weekend with friends and family to Disneyland. It was a ton of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SOqH8B_QVBI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-Mn3rGx03sY/s1600-h/100_4543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254161380676752402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SOqH8B_QVBI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-Mn3rGx03sY/s320/100_4543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SOqHpDRuRfI/AAAAAAAAAKw/RlAwqQcPrdU/s1600-h/TOT908_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254161054605133298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SOqHpDRuRfI/AAAAAAAAAKw/RlAwqQcPrdU/s320/TOT908_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were lucky to meet up with the dream team and get the Fast Pass to all the rides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SOqHCL2sUII/AAAAAAAAAKo/rTb7jDkrfdA/s1600-h/Copy+of+100_4502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254160386892779650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SOqHCL2sUII/AAAAAAAAAKo/rTb7jDkrfdA/s320/Copy+of+100_4502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SOqGrwiOQyI/AAAAAAAAAKg/omzdf52__eQ/s1600-h/100_4547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254160001602044706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SOqGrwiOQyI/AAAAAAAAAKg/omzdf52__eQ/s320/100_4547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SOqGWBq20jI/AAAAAAAAAKY/GLlBa2FnnFI/s1600-h/100_4542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254159628244537906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SOqGWBq20jI/AAAAAAAAAKY/GLlBa2FnnFI/s320/100_4542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SOqGA_d6ujI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jR_zFAYKDyI/s1600-h/100_4512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254159266876144178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SOqGA_d6ujI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jR_zFAYKDyI/s320/100_4512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SOqFg1dBHAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/h1xGL1JP0w4/s1600-h/100_4540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254158714432199682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SOqFg1dBHAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/h1xGL1JP0w4/s320/100_4540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to Arizona with my mom, sister, and boys to see my new nephew Squire &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(didn't get any pictures of him :( ). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the boys squished into one seatbelt for a short ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SOqDtdJkZtI/AAAAAAAAAKA/AxGH7QbFenA/s1600-h/DSCN0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254156732223219410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SOqDtdJkZtI/AAAAAAAAAKA/AxGH7QbFenA/s320/DSCN0454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannon and Ang feeding Gabby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SOqC9NeenzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ib6xW9ky3gg/s1600-h/DSCN0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254155903382232882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SOqC9NeenzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ib6xW9ky3gg/s320/DSCN0453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Soccer season is a go again and Cannon wishes he could play too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SOqCThfemzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/LSs5OJBGrR0/s1600-h/DSCN0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254155187200629554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SOqCThfemzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/LSs5OJBGrR0/s320/DSCN0439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer is excited for Soccer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SOqBs0DJzQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/FNhI3hvi_cY/s1600-h/DSCN0440_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254154522167201026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SOqBs0DJzQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/FNhI3hvi_cY/s320/DSCN0440_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousin got married and it was a great wedding! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun to see everyone and the boys had fun with their cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SOqBBTwGAcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4gFLEnvxBMM/s1600-h/DSCN0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254153774762951106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SOqBBTwGAcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4gFLEnvxBMM/s320/DSCN0425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cousin and new wife! So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SOp_wIqkHcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/8MDnTel0DJw/s1600-h/DSCN0420_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254152380217564610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SOp_wIqkHcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/8MDnTel0DJw/s320/DSCN0420_edited.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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564093007238286459-6726422603820614996?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/6726422603820614996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=6726422603820614996' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/6726422603820614996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/6726422603820614996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2008/10/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SOqJNinFjsI/AAAAAAAAALI/D162OjUNPmM/s72-c/IMG_2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-3112710539467194653</id><published>2008-09-04T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T11:40:18.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SMAreoRi3vI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rJSCZ5JkWL4/s1600-h/DSC02131_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242237771466333938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SMAreoRi3vI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rJSCZ5JkWL4/s400/DSC02131_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SMAqddZdQqI/AAAAAAAAAJA/67sisDqfZPk/s1600-h/DSC02134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242236651855233698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SMAqddZdQqI/AAAAAAAAAJA/67sisDqfZPk/s400/DSC02134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my cousin is marrying my sister-in-laws, sister this weekend. I am so excited for them they are such a cute couple. We really love their family. If you could choose your family members this would be a perfect example of getting what you want. Anyway, I am making these mini-cheesecakes for their reception. They are not as beautiful as I had hoped they would be but Chris says I am just being a perfectionist. What do you think? (They are very delicious though!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564093007238286459-3112710539467194653?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/3112710539467194653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=3112710539467194653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/3112710539467194653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/3112710539467194653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2008/09/todays-project.html' title='Today&apos;s Project'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SMAreoRi3vI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rJSCZ5JkWL4/s72-c/DSC02131_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-6434608154460154918</id><published>2008-08-31T16:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T16:23:57.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SLsl05y5mQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/QjWI3LbtgjI/s1600-h/DSC02123_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240824182173440258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SLsl05y5mQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/QjWI3LbtgjI/s400/DSC02123_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SLslVZ1-YhI/AAAAAAAAAIo/656buoPd1v8/s1600-h/DSC02122_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240823641020457490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SLslVZ1-YhI/AAAAAAAAAIo/656buoPd1v8/s400/DSC02122_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SLskh4mKJLI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jccgQ58eJdQ/s1600-h/DSC02120_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240822755922420914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SLskh4mKJLI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jccgQ58eJdQ/s400/DSC02120_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, naturally you can imagine how sad it is to see both of your brothers leave for school and leave you at home.  On Tuesday, the second day of school, Cannon wanted his hair combed with the other boys so I humored him.  Not knowing he had a plan.  He next wanted his backpack.  Next thing you know Chris and I are outside telling the boys good-bye and here comes Cannon in Spencer's shoes with his back pack on sporting his Incredibles pj's.  He decided they weren't going to leave him again.  He proceeded to run after them as they left for the bus.  Pausing to say cheese and tell me good-bye.  When I finally got to him and brought him back home he was crying, kicking, and screaming.  It was SO SAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564093007238286459-6434608154460154918?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/6434608154460154918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=6434608154460154918' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/6434608154460154918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/6434608154460154918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-sad.html' title='So Sad!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SLsl05y5mQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/QjWI3LbtgjI/s72-c/DSC02123_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-5916347679298687423</id><published>2008-08-27T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:22:50.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big First Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SLYmuL9VdoI/AAAAAAAAAIY/kixCp7b_MIo/s1600-h/DSC02097_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239417791418037890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SLYmuL9VdoI/AAAAAAAAAIY/kixCp7b_MIo/s320/DSC02097_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys had a great first day of school.  Spencer loved First Grade and McKay loved his new Third Grade class.  They both have good teachers.  Spencer thought it was so cool that he got to go on the bus with McKay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SLYl-AZv4GI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fbf6AQoGEPY/s1600-h/DSC02096_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239416963682263138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SLYl-AZv4GI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fbf6AQoGEPY/s320/DSC02096_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SLYjI9zuuhI/AAAAAAAAAIA/61PwQTUMdBM/s1600-h/DSC02100_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239413853429611026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SLYjI9zuuhI/AAAAAAAAAIA/61PwQTUMdBM/s320/DSC02100_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SLYlPIKVAUI/AAAAAAAAAII/v-WNdLgzExI/s1600-h/DSC02096_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SLYlPIKVAUI/AAAAAAAAAII/v-WNdLgzExI/s1600-h/DSC02096_edited.JPG"&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/2564093007238286459-5916347679298687423?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/5916347679298687423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=5916347679298687423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/5916347679298687423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/5916347679298687423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-first-day.html' title='Big First Day'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SLYmuL9VdoI/AAAAAAAAAIY/kixCp7b_MIo/s72-c/DSC02097_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-8276263427483213036</id><published>2008-07-22T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:54:59.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birthday Bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SIdxxXmNjYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Fs-GKhvDmyY/s1600-h/DSCN0354_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226270985548565890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SIdxxXmNjYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Fs-GKhvDmyY/s320/DSCN0354_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226080118913128722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SIbELd-MWRI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Tn57jL3bseI/s400/DSCN0342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226272109212853490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SIdyyxkp5PI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/KQNskAOUpfI/s320/DSCN0308_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SIdv5ssJCiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/WtoyS3woywM/s1600-h/DSCN0322_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226268929626278434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SIdv5ssJCiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/WtoyS3woywM/s320/DSCN0322_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SIdmZ36h-4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/3laF1NsVvzQ/s1600-h/DSCN0332_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226258487278959490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SIdmZ36h-4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/3laF1NsVvzQ/s320/DSCN0332_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SIdmB-LFcgI/AAAAAAAAAGw/iBR51eVvCzo/s1600-h/DSCN0323_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226258076642144770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SIdmB-LFcgI/AAAAAAAAAGw/iBR51eVvCzo/s320/DSCN0323_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SIdlZ6_rKsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_aZ2UknWTbE/s1600-h/DSCN0327_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226257388594211522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SIdlZ6_rKsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_aZ2UknWTbE/s320/DSCN0327_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226080761785012594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SIbEw42y0XI/AAAAAAAAAGA/f2VDWuuBbVk/s320/DSCN0306_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SIbH8BZu7iI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NEKfk_VkIvI/s1600-h/DSCN0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226084251592486434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SIbH8BZu7iI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NEKfk_VkIvI/s320/DSCN0324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SIbHM3mKJjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/BfX0pATrb10/s1600-h/DSCN0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226083441506395698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SIbHM3mKJjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/BfX0pATrb10/s320/DSCN0318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SIbF997gI2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rgyFXUzDdx8/s1600-h/DSCN0316_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226082085996864354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SIbF997gI2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rgyFXUzDdx8/s320/DSCN0316_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SIbFaQWmp_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/dmxXlvA1Quk/s1600-h/DSCN0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226081472467085298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SIbFaQWmp_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/dmxXlvA1Quk/s320/DSCN0312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SCR had a great Birthday! Both of his grandmas and papas came and a lot of cousins and aunts and uncles. We have such a great family. Thanks for all your support! Spencer wanted a Wall E cake and it about didn't happen. But a chance encounter at Wal-Mart made it happen! It made it all worth the heartache of going to 3 stores when I saw his face light up. He received lots of great presents that he loves. Thanks everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564093007238286459-8276263427483213036?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/8276263427483213036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=8276263427483213036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/8276263427483213036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/8276263427483213036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2008/07/birthday-bash.html' title='The Birthday Bash'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SIdxxXmNjYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Fs-GKhvDmyY/s72-c/DSCN0354_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-3564088895049211166</id><published>2008-07-22T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:55:00.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pool is Finally Done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SIa9lCLPtiI/AAAAAAAAAFo/55vPMNaSyQU/s1600-h/DSCN0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226072861546886690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SIa9lCLPtiI/AAAAAAAAAFo/55vPMNaSyQU/s400/DSCN0296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226073597089251250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SIa-P2SNf7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/k-AI6Hg4xJc/s400/DSCN0298.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We had a great time swimming in the pool for the first time. It was done on Thursday and filled by Friday morning but we had to wait until Friday night to swim. My niece and nephew were visiting and we had a ton of fun!&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/2564093007238286459-3564088895049211166?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/3564088895049211166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=3564088895049211166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/3564088895049211166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/3564088895049211166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2008/07/pool-is-finally-done.html' title='The Pool is Finally Done!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SIa9lCLPtiI/AAAAAAAAAFo/55vPMNaSyQU/s72-c/DSCN0296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-8723420171544142199</id><published>2008-07-21T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:55:00.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SITjm9wgOKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JNKZUz9upQU/s1600-h/spencer2_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225551726209153186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SITjm9wgOKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JNKZUz9upQU/s400/spencer2_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SITjYKoX09I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JdeH2eXdMc0/s1600-h/spencer_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225551471966671826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SITjYKoX09I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JdeH2eXdMc0/s400/spencer_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225555365860910482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SITm60hGpZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/caCqplaGSMA/s400/IMGP98941p.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 6th Birthday S! You are such a sweet boy and so much fun. We love having you in our family! We love you!&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/2564093007238286459-8723420171544142199?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/8723420171544142199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=8723420171544142199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/8723420171544142199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/8723420171544142199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-6.html' title='The Big 6'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SITjm9wgOKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JNKZUz9upQU/s72-c/spencer2_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-6850183276940533017</id><published>2008-07-13T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:55:01.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Never-Ending Summer Pool Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHqyl3T4YuI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YLWjE18w6SU/s1600-h/DSCN0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222683081461752546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHqyl3T4YuI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YLWjE18w6SU/s400/DSCN0282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHqwhS69CWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0UvgeQp-Wrk/s1600-h/DSCN0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222680803950791010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHqwhS69CWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0UvgeQp-Wrk/s400/DSCN0288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHqtr3D1OBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/FIsH1DaUGEs/s1600-h/DSCN0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHqsP__sAYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eaGkweHbRHc/s1600-h/DSCN0281_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222676108766085506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHqsP__sAYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eaGkweHbRHc/s400/DSCN0281_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHqrIE7_PjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ElxjujU3_8Q/s1600-h/DSCN0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222674873142165042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHqrIE7_PjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ElxjujU3_8Q/s400/DSCN0273.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;We were supposed to be swimming by the end of June. But as it goes when you are dealing with contractors, we are not. We hope to fill the pool this Wednesday. We have had some fun in this process though. The boys had a lot of fun playing in the mud while Chris was working on the landscaping. &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/2564093007238286459-6850183276940533017?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/6850183276940533017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=6850183276940533017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/6850183276940533017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/6850183276940533017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-never-ending-summer-pool-project.html' title='Our Never-Ending Summer Pool Project'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHqyl3T4YuI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YLWjE18w6SU/s72-c/DSCN0282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-2834709737071361237</id><published>2008-07-10T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:55:05.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I knew I wasn't going to be that great at this blogging thing. I have gone almost 2 months with no posts. I will try to do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221536859528296370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHagG93K97I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6LfwTcATsRg/s200/DSCN0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Our cruise was amazing!  We thought we would get bored all by ourselves but it was so much fun just hanging out and relaxing. We met some great people at our dinner table and went to many fun shows on the ship. We didn't get to lay out or go swimming because it was pretty cool on our days at sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cabo was a lot of fun but sort of hot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221530965311537762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHaav4MYwmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/g1ccguKc3rM/s200/DSCN0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We rented a four wheeler in Ensanada and cruised along the beach it was a lot of fun. Then we went shopping downtown and I got a purse. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221530084172611570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHaZ8lsfv_I/AAAAAAAAACI/Yo4vs43wm9w/s200/DSCN0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so grateful for my amazing husband it has been a wonderful ten years.  I look forward to the amazing future that we have ahead of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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;At home we are all looking forward to the day that our pool will be finished. Just a few more days.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221532485946611954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHacIZACmPI/AAAAAAAAACY/UHC2s7ZWyEw/s200/DSCN0103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221533271071157330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHac2F0UbFI/AAAAAAAAACg/j3wH-nBg4jo/s200/DSCN0203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;McKay had his first pine wood derby and took 2nd place he was so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221534195716460098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHadr6Y8DkI/AAAAAAAAACo/8v062H4xvpI/s200/DSCN0090.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Memorial Day was fun we went to my grandpa's cabin on Cedar Mountain and a lot of my family was there. It was cold and it snowed a little every day, but still fun. The kids love to go to the cabin and play with their cousins as I did when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHaqIPC-jPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_6bypqmqAlk/s1600-h/DSCN0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221547876437363954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHaqIPC-jPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_6bypqmqAlk/s320/DSCN0157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHaqv_VVq3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hjX8oabo8CE/s1600-h/DSCN0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221548559414176626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHaqv_VVq3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hjX8oabo8CE/s320/DSCN0158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys and I have been alone a lot because Chris went on a fun trip with his friends and has been so busy with the pool. We have still managed to do a few fun things as a family. Like going to Wall E, Kung Fu Panda, and the Mesquite Rec. Center to swim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys and I went to Arizona to see my two brothers and their families. We had a lot of fun just hanging out and letting the kids play. Cannon took up swimming while we were there and he is fearless. Eeeek. I am scared to be getting our own pool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221537877651680786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHahCOqs7hI/AAAAAAAAADA/lG5firEkVpg/s400/DSCN0248.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHalkAUin2I/AAAAAAAAADY/nKiss6sweag/s1600-h/DSCN0210_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221542855962697570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHalkAUin2I/AAAAAAAAADY/nKiss6sweag/s320/DSCN0210_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHamGZkjUWI/AAAAAAAAADg/AxTFHz9CF8s/s1600-h/DSCN0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221543446856290658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHamGZkjUWI/AAAAAAAAADg/AxTFHz9CF8s/s320/DSCN0213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHam4QBF_JI/AAAAAAAAADo/uhSwp7W067o/s1600-h/DSCN0232_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221544303285107858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHam4QBF_JI/AAAAAAAAADo/uhSwp7W067o/s320/DSCN0232_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHanjY9srTI/AAAAAAAAADw/TERu0sJ-FBw/s1600-h/DSCN0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221545044421160242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHanjY9srTI/AAAAAAAAADw/TERu0sJ-FBw/s320/DSCN0211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 4 th of July was fun even though we had to leave Chris behind to work. We went to my grandpa's cabin again and to a Family Reunion on Saturday. It was a great time and the boys loved every minute with their cousins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHaoQqpvYEI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IfXXFANnG_0/s1600-h/DSCN0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221545822263402562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHaoQqpvYEI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IfXXFANnG_0/s320/DSCN0268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHapkzHYGaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ixzaoZ-DVEA/s1600-h/DSCN0263_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221547267644201378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHapkzHYGaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ixzaoZ-DVEA/s320/DSCN0263_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can easily say that I have the best grandpa in the world he has always been there for me and has provided my family so many good times. Not to mention he is still an amazing singer and guitar player. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221540128706976530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHajFQgG2xI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zMJeC2E3lZs/s320/DSCN0260_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we finished swimming lessons for McKay and Spencer. They did awesome and had a lot of fun. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that took about 2 hours to catch up so hopefully I will be better in the future.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564093007238286459-2834709737071361237?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/2834709737071361237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=2834709737071361237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/2834709737071361237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/2834709737071361237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2008/07/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up!'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SHagG93K97I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6LfwTcATsRg/s72-c/DSCN0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-1413144233950572266</id><published>2008-05-16T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:55:05.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to Set Sail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SC5t1XlRw6I/AAAAAAAAABs/WymiLJ_gM-I/s1600-h/DSC02003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201215383290364834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SC5t1XlRw6I/AAAAAAAAABs/WymiLJ_gM-I/s320/DSC02003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In celebration of 10 years of wedded bliss C and I are setting sail on a 5 day/5 night cruise to Cabo &amp;amp; Ensanada - Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2564093007238286459-1413144233950572266?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/1413144233950572266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=1413144233950572266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/1413144233950572266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/1413144233950572266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2008/05/ready-to-set-sail.html' title='Ready to Set Sail'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SC5t1XlRw6I/AAAAAAAAABs/WymiLJ_gM-I/s72-c/DSC02003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2564093007238286459.post-2712523849724551573</id><published>2008-05-15T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:55:06.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SC0uynlRw5I/AAAAAAAAABE/pwmE-GV0hmk/s1600-h/DSCN0013_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200864591836464018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SC0uynlRw5I/AAAAAAAAABE/pwmE-GV0hmk/s200/DSCN0013_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SC0kaHlRwzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sV86Q76v04E/s1600-h/DSCN0013_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I had a conversation with my friend Cyndi the other day, which led me to this blog. I am not the greatest at keeping in touch even by email, however, I have always wanted to be that person. So, here I go I am trying something new. We'll see how it works. Thanks, Cyndi!&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/2564093007238286459-2712523849724551573?l=6inasmalltown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/feeds/2712523849724551573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2564093007238286459&amp;postID=2712523849724551573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/2712523849724551573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2564093007238286459/posts/default/2712523849724551573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6inasmalltown.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-new-thing.html' title='My New Thing'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491129683231575316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w63Fb2gc23I/SC0uynlRw5I/AAAAAAAAABE/pwmE-GV0hmk/s72-c/DSCN0013_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
