<?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-4161233192243308075</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:55:54.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The King's</title><subtitle type='html'>Together We Make A Family</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-8510449842514351132</id><published>2011-07-27T23:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T10:01:15.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crane Family Fundraiser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SfFcCxPzq58/TjD47DuAbeI/AAAAAAAAA0U/tn9eT8y4frc/s1600/271200_2269480654317_1167621751_32796807_4332631_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SfFcCxPzq58/TjD47DuAbeI/AAAAAAAAA0U/tn9eT8y4frc/s400/271200_2269480654317_1167621751_32796807_4332631_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, July 18th, our family tragically lost an Uncle,Brother,Son,Cousin,friend, but most of all a Dad/Husband. Kacey passed away due to injuries sustained in a small plane crash in Grace, Id. He leaves behind his wife and 2 little boys. At this time we are trying to raise money to minimalize the stress of daily life so they may concentrate on healing. There are SO many great people out there and it truly takes a whole bunch of people doing something small to make a HUGE difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LhIc-MrkTno/TjD4Cx0DkrI/AAAAAAAAA0M/a_DYa7y3ca0/s1600/DSCN0017%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="339" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LhIc-MrkTno/TjD4Cx0DkrI/AAAAAAAAA0M/a_DYa7y3ca0/s400/DSCN0017%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My heart has been so heavy this past week.  I love my Aunt Cari and her boys and want to help them so badly.  &lt;br /&gt;So, go visit the website daily and look for items you won't be able to live without!  :)  I have many more that I am working on posting.&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, please keep Cari and her two boys in your prayers.  They are most definately felt.&lt;br /&gt;www.cranefamilyfundraiser.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-8510449842514351132?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://cranefamilyfundraiser.blogspot.com' title='Crane Family Fundraiser'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/8510449842514351132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=8510449842514351132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/8510449842514351132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/8510449842514351132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2011/07/crane-family-fundraiser.html' title='Crane Family Fundraiser'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SfFcCxPzq58/TjD47DuAbeI/AAAAAAAAA0U/tn9eT8y4frc/s72-c/271200_2269480654317_1167621751_32796807_4332631_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-4329815287725423511</id><published>2010-12-30T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T12:08:21.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help for the Fergusons.....: Item #38 Full Cut and Color at the Rage!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wwwfergusonfamilyfundraiser.blogspot.com/2010/12/item-37-full-cut-and-color-at-rage.html?spref=bl"&gt;Help for the Fergusons.....: Item #38 Full Cut and Color at the Rage!&lt;/a&gt;: "Jenni King is donating a Full cut and color at The Rage in Logan, UT. Jenni has been doing hair for over 10 years and she specializes in cu..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-4329815287725423511?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://wwwfergusonfamilyfundraiser.blogspot.com/2010/12/item-37-full-cut-and-color-at-rage.html?spref=bl' title='Help for the Fergusons.....: Item #38 Full Cut and Color at the Rage!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/4329815287725423511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=4329815287725423511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/4329815287725423511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/4329815287725423511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2010/12/help-for-fergusons-item-38-full-cut-and.html' title='Help for the Fergusons.....: Item #38 Full Cut and Color at the Rage!'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-6168161469213175227</id><published>2010-09-09T20:54:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T23:10:16.387-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Elder Andreasen returns from Australia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TImmxakqfJI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Gxey_3T6_lU/s1600/premission.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TImmxakqfJI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Gxey_3T6_lU/s400/premission.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515122586568785042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TImkbjUWZ9I/AAAAAAAAAs8/vJ8c_oc3evU/s1600/19841_102851476409077_100000526761360_79205_5359687_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TImkbjUWZ9I/AAAAAAAAAs8/vJ8c_oc3evU/s400/19841_102851476409077_100000526761360_79205_5359687_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515120011935901650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TImkpJ-48JI/AAAAAAAAAtM/71MkKJDLQM4/s1600/australia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TImkpJ-48JI/AAAAAAAAAtM/71MkKJDLQM4/s400/australia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515120245653172370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TImkcSjQYrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/tw8-Q1RIPdw/s1600/blakes+mission.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TImkcSjQYrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/tw8-Q1RIPdw/s400/blakes+mission.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515120024614888114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TImkbF0cSZI/AAAAAAAAAs0/d6AIJlbv514/s1600/blake.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TImkbF0cSZI/AAAAAAAAAs0/d6AIJlbv514/s400/blake.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515120004017441170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother Blake returned from his mission in December 2009.  We were all able to make it to the airport! We were all so excited to see him.  There were so many families there holding signs waiting to see their missionaries returning.  It was wonderful to see Blake again.  Look at him!  Isn't he so cute!  I just wanna pinch his cheeks.  He came back not as shy, a little heavier, and still as funny as heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week or so later, we got together on my dad's side of the family and played us some bowling at Logan Lanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this picture.  :)  My Dad is a total lefty, and he tried doing it right hande.  Guess which picture is his true bowing form!&lt;br /&gt;Form #1&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TImrMRYwQPI/AAAAAAAAAtc/-bIqXL9MGTw/s1600/102_1923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TImrMRYwQPI/AAAAAAAAAtc/-bIqXL9MGTw/s400/102_1923.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515127446005891314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form #2&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TImrNwhvhJI/AAAAAAAAAts/AH_zmGgXgO4/s1600/102_1932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TImrNwhvhJI/AAAAAAAAAts/AH_zmGgXgO4/s400/102_1932.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515127471544960146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TImrNG4ul5I/AAAAAAAAAtk/SzpnPICCGYA/s1600/102_1915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TImrNG4ul5I/AAAAAAAAAtk/SzpnPICCGYA/s400/102_1915.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515127460367079314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake must've bowled a strike!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TImrOhmzzEI/AAAAAAAAAt0/AYdog2jIWbs/s1600/102_1931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TImrOhmzzEI/AAAAAAAAAt0/AYdog2jIWbs/s400/102_1931.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515127484719549506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mallory telling me to put the camera down&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TImyxSlBbaI/AAAAAAAAAuU/8d5psrCNX_s/s1600/102_1919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TImyxSlBbaI/AAAAAAAAAuU/8d5psrCNX_s/s400/102_1919.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515135778562338210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary and Mik&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TImywGeFTkI/AAAAAAAAAuM/kbP_6Wx7zUc/s1600/102_1935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TImywGeFTkI/AAAAAAAAAuM/kbP_6Wx7zUc/s400/102_1935.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515135758132137538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handsome dad and me&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TImyvOsD_bI/AAAAAAAAAuE/klhv_5xJjg0/s1600/102_1937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TImyvOsD_bI/AAAAAAAAAuE/klhv_5xJjg0/s400/102_1937.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515135743158386098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake, Dad and Katie&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TImyuWDozDI/AAAAAAAAAt8/Oxv2f0LDVBM/s1600/102_1918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TImyuWDozDI/AAAAAAAAAt8/Oxv2f0LDVBM/s400/102_1918.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515135727956446258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madisen and Lily&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIm7Gw9SRrI/AAAAAAAAAu0/TVzEc_Hy7QQ/s1600/102_1911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIm7Gw9SRrI/AAAAAAAAAu0/TVzEc_Hy7QQ/s400/102_1911.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515144943587444402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for this Bowler, Bill will waste you!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIm7GeevwwI/AAAAAAAAAus/fqJu0Cknjb8/s1600/102_1927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIm7GeevwwI/AAAAAAAAAus/fqJu0Cknjb8/s400/102_1927.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515144938627515138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily and Mom&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIm7FzCu5sI/AAAAAAAAAuk/zEwf7zDQaUU/s1600/102_1940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIm7FzCu5sI/AAAAAAAAAuk/zEwf7zDQaUU/s400/102_1940.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515144926967293634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-6168161469213175227?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/6168161469213175227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=6168161469213175227&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/6168161469213175227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/6168161469213175227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2010/09/elder-andreasen-returns-from-australia.html' title='Elder Andreasen returns from Australia'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TImmxakqfJI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Gxey_3T6_lU/s72-c/premission.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-3587333392930996329</id><published>2010-02-10T19:14:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T22:47:14.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOM, Her hair was in her eyes.....</title><content type='html'>Many parents have faced the nightmare of discovering that their child took the scissors and cut their own hair. Although this is never a pleasant situation to come across, as small children rarely make good hairdressers, it does not have to be a big deal. BUT....when it happens to two GIRLS at the SAME TIME. It was a big deal!!&lt;br /&gt;It is usually easier to deal with when kids cut their own hair when it is a little boy. If the damage they have done can not be repaired through a haircut or trim, you can always opt to shave your little boy’s hair and start fresh. Of course, you can do this with your daughter as well, although many people INCLUDING ME would rather not choose that option for girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CULPRIT: MR RILEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/S3NpTodPzII/AAAAAAAAAps/xzAQyxyr1-A/s1600-h/100_1779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/S3NpTodPzII/AAAAAAAAAps/xzAQyxyr1-A/s400/100_1779.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436804961164840066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE VICTIM(S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/S3NqBZ0c53I/AAAAAAAAAp8/vRL0sEO22Yw/s1600-h/100_1778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/S3NqBZ0c53I/AAAAAAAAAp8/vRL0sEO22Yw/s400/100_1778.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436805747509618546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/S3OVs_JwRII/AAAAAAAAAqU/iF5e5YNMiYE/s1600-h/100_1780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/S3OVs_JwRII/AAAAAAAAAqU/iF5e5YNMiYE/s400/100_1780.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436853775265449090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madisen told me exactly what happened. "Riley had scissors, and my hair was in my eyes, so he cut me bangs." Okay, so I can deal with that, hers actually isn't bad, way to go bud. I do need to even them up, but still, not too shabby. (of course I didn't tell HIM that.)&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the big mess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/S3OVsemNK6I/AAAAAAAAAqM/r_qJq2Yu6yw/s1600-h/100_1777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/S3OVsemNK6I/AAAAAAAAAqM/r_qJq2Yu6yw/s400/100_1777.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436853766526413730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/S3OVtS0cu3I/AAAAAAAAAqc/hCR97fBoxgs/s1600-h/100_1781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/S3OVtS0cu3I/AAAAAAAAAqc/hCR97fBoxgs/s400/100_1781.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436853780544797554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily received an awful cut I must say. Seriously these pictures don't even show an OUNCE of how bad it really is. I'm just glad Lily had the "bad" cut, because we can hide it with her super curly hair. If it had been Madisen on the other hand..wow, that would've been bad.&lt;br /&gt;How could I have let this happen?? Oh ya, it wasn't me!!! I was at work and they were being watch by their one and only, Bill.&lt;br /&gt;Get this...he didn't even TELL me!!!!! I was locking up the house before heading upstairs to bed...as I was straightening the pillows on the couch, I saw this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/S3OYwh3C8wI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Mp_HOidrets/s1600-h/100_1782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/S3OYwh3C8wI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Mp_HOidrets/s400/100_1782.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436857134656713474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't even all of it...the following day, I found clumps of Lily's hair back behind the ottoman. &lt;br /&gt;I started screaming once I realized what it was, walked up stairs telling Madisen and Lily to COME HERE, RIGHT NOW! Sure enough, Riley was in his room hiding!!&lt;br /&gt;Then Bill pipes out, "um, Oh ya, earlier today...(I didn't hear much of what he was saying) blah, blah, snip, snip..then I took away the scissors."&lt;br /&gt;I found this on a website...and it made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Bear in mind as well, that children learn everything by mimicking what they see. If you child has been to a hair salon before for themselves or have watched you receive a haircut, it may be something that they wish to try.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'll be in trouble...A hairdresser is kinda my profession.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-3587333392930996329?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/3587333392930996329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=3587333392930996329&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/3587333392930996329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/3587333392930996329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2010/02/mom-her-hair-was-in-her-eyes.html' title='MOM, Her hair was in her eyes.....'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/S3NpTodPzII/AAAAAAAAAps/xzAQyxyr1-A/s72-c/100_1779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-1308071825311272839</id><published>2010-02-05T22:31:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T23:01:28.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive and Well...Busy.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I let my blog sit for such a long time. Once October hits, our family is sooo busy, I have to dedicate my time where it is most important. However, I think I need to fit this in better because this is what I use as my journal. &lt;br /&gt;We had Riley's Birthday, Halloween, Lily's Birthday, Thanksgiving, Madisen's Birthday, Blake returned from his mission, Christmas, New Years...and all the fun family get together over the holidays. Throw in me working, Riley going to School, Bill taking Calc II, Physics II, Drafting and Natural Resource classes, oh ya, being a mom, cleaning, cooking and all that fun stuff, sure makes for a super busy family. Ugg, I don't like how busy I am, it's like life is going in fast forward, and I'm stuck somewhere in all the hustle bustle. And what in the world were Bill and I thinking having ALL 3 kids at the end of the calender year. OCt, Nov, Dec. Advice from me...Don't do it!! For sure, If we have 1 more, it will definitely be a May-ish baby.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I was going to post pics, and i know posts are boring with out pictures, but I'm on the laptop lying in bed, and my card is in the other computer...&lt;br /&gt;So here are some random ones stored on this computer.&lt;br /&gt;Good nite and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;Living Planet Aquarium&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/S20EUD0tDRI/AAAAAAAAApk/-DhjWA1BwZ0/s1600-h/104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/S20EUD0tDRI/AAAAAAAAApk/-DhjWA1BwZ0/s400/104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435005067976314130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/S20ETzwpAxI/AAAAAAAAApc/DuIDI3PNnhE/s1600-h/098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/S20ETzwpAxI/AAAAAAAAApc/DuIDI3PNnhE/s400/098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435005063664304914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/S20ETYHYBPI/AAAAAAAAApU/50mG8tJr5mM/s1600-h/094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/S20ETYHYBPI/AAAAAAAAApU/50mG8tJr5mM/s400/094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435005056243467506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/S20DmPX74MI/AAAAAAAAApM/Tz7zwwv3_Ls/s1600-h/PA311585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/S20DmPX74MI/AAAAAAAAApM/Tz7zwwv3_Ls/s400/PA311585.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435004280802894018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/S20DlTVQezI/AAAAAAAAApE/KYMXZt08Lr8/s1600-h/PA311584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/S20DlTVQezI/AAAAAAAAApE/KYMXZt08Lr8/s400/PA311584.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435004264685534002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/S20DksxJNXI/AAAAAAAAAo8/dGD0jCq4pFw/s1600-h/PA311583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/S20DksxJNXI/AAAAAAAAAo8/dGD0jCq4pFw/s400/PA311583.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435004254333515122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/S20DkLyZByI/AAAAAAAAAo0/PfUeMArhVbQ/s1600-h/PA071577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/S20DkLyZByI/AAAAAAAAAo0/PfUeMArhVbQ/s400/PA071577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435004245480376098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/S20DjuLJ5yI/AAAAAAAAAos/Pg6DbVJMRaA/s1600-h/PA071576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/S20DjuLJ5yI/AAAAAAAAAos/Pg6DbVJMRaA/s400/PA071576.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435004237531178786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween 2009 Riley was Bumblee Bee, Nascar Driver &amp; Skeleton .. Boo Yah. Madi was also a bumblee bee but a much girlier (is that even a word? ha!) one. And Lily was a Spider Princess ( Whatever the heck that is....that's just what the tag said.) but she did look cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-1308071825311272839?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/1308071825311272839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=1308071825311272839&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/1308071825311272839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/1308071825311272839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2010/02/alive-and-wellbusy.html' title='Alive and Well...Busy.'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/S20EUD0tDRI/AAAAAAAAApk/-DhjWA1BwZ0/s72-c/104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-2955276259760659906</id><published>2009-10-11T17:26:00.028-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:06:13.881-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DID YOU MISS US???</title><content type='html'>Wow, Four months later.&lt;br /&gt;Well most of our family know that we have had a few life changing occurrences taking place for our family. As I mentioned before, a long time ago it seems, that we sold our house and were planning on our next home being built in Hagerman. WWEELLL, Bill felt very strongly that he needed to go back to school and finish his civil engineering degree. So we attended the temple, valiantly prayed, had many a long nights talking and pro'd and con'd the whole idea. Of course, the pros outweighed the con's and here we are...sitting in our bed, in our "new" condo,(well it's not actually ours, we are renting) in ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/StJt3eayINI/AAAAAAAAAmE/E0AIqXISg94/s1600-h/logan+ut+temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391492503741538514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/StJt3eayINI/AAAAAAAAAmE/E0AIqXISg94/s400/logan+ut+temple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (not in the temple, but in Logan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where we live.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/StJyVZIGEbI/AAAAAAAAAmM/idXo9Z9EJZA/s1600-h/bridgerland+meadows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391497415763562930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/StJyVZIGEbI/AAAAAAAAAmM/idXo9Z9EJZA/s400/bridgerland+meadows.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where Bill spends the majority of everyday! (but boy are we grateful and definitely thrilled when it's over)................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/StJzi_bMdeI/AAAAAAAAAmU/uVfrULaRXdE/s1600-h/USU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391498748894148066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/StJzi_bMdeI/AAAAAAAAAmU/uVfrULaRXdE/s400/USU.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I spend a few nights a week for a few hours a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/StJ3oqE0roI/AAAAAAAAAmc/UP0YuDDsyYU/s1600-h/storefrontdoor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391503244288896642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/StJ3oqE0roI/AAAAAAAAAmc/UP0YuDDsyYU/s400/storefrontdoor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/StJ4LC-iMHI/AAAAAAAAAmk/rRmDkhFP6KE/s1600-h/salon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391503835088957554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/StJ4LC-iMHI/AAAAAAAAAmk/rRmDkhFP6KE/s400/salon1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Come see me on Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This..............&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/StJ-gIapsqI/AAAAAAAAAms/7p_CHui_mmM/s1600-h/jenwig"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391510794396086946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/StJ-gIapsqI/AAAAAAAAAms/7p_CHui_mmM/s400/jenwig" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is who watches these kiddos&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/StKCquihrEI/AAAAAAAAAnU/I3M8aW6a_Tg/s1600-h/100_1607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391515374474865730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/StKCquihrEI/AAAAAAAAAnU/I3M8aW6a_Tg/s400/100_1607.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while Bill is in School....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This............&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/StKB_q-jizI/AAAAAAAAAnM/BgJWSwY1Ppw/s1600-h/100_1646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391514634784312114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/StKB_q-jizI/AAAAAAAAAnM/BgJWSwY1Ppw/s400/100_1646.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is who watches these girls&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/StKCrCxsl5I/AAAAAAAAAnc/KuqQypiFKAQ/s1600-h/flowergirl"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391515379907205010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/StKCrCxsl5I/AAAAAAAAAnc/KuqQypiFKAQ/s400/flowergirl" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/StKDRY2GSfI/AAAAAAAAAnk/U13L7-fIOjQ/s1600-h/100_1647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391516038666275314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/StKDRY2GSfI/AAAAAAAAAnk/U13L7-fIOjQ/s400/100_1647.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm at work and Riley is at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This young Lady.......&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/StM_D8Kf3uI/AAAAAAAAAoE/_Ey_pMtpbA0/s1600-h/paige.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391722515814932194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/StM_D8Kf3uI/AAAAAAAAAoE/_Ey_pMtpbA0/s400/paige.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;has been watching the girls on Mondays until Bill and Riley get out of school.(LIFESAVER!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and This Young Couple.......&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/StM_xBCiBmI/AAAAAAAAAoM/V0XHEFq61Cw/s1600-h/dadnmary.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391723290217809506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/StM_xBCiBmI/AAAAAAAAAoM/V0XHEFq61Cw/s400/dadnmary.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Takes them Tuesday's for a couple hours while Bill goes up to his Lab, and I pick em up when I get out of the Salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really sounds like they go all over the place everyday...but it's not as bad as it sounds. Monday the girls have gone to Paige for 4ish hours, and Tuesday, My Dad picks them at home from Bill and takes ALL 3 to his house for 2ish hours. I love that I have family here to help us out(they are awesome...thanks dad, Mary &amp;amp; girls) and also sooo thankful that my friend has been helping us out! (Thanks Paige, Brinkley &amp;amp; Kenzie!) It would be really hard to take my kids to daycare to people I don't know.... No offense to you daycare providers, I think it's great!....but you also have FREAKS out there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one of my personal goals to keep this family blog updated as much as possible...I CAN DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/StKEcYd7jzI/AAAAAAAAAns/YklLrEFqz4s/s1600-h/fam09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391517327055097650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/StKEcYd7jzI/AAAAAAAAAns/YklLrEFqz4s/s400/fam09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the Kings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-2955276259760659906?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/2955276259760659906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=2955276259760659906&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/2955276259760659906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/2955276259760659906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2009/10/did-you-miss-us.html' title='DID YOU MISS US???'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/StJt3eayINI/AAAAAAAAAmE/E0AIqXISg94/s72-c/logan+ut+temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-3723882233071269728</id><published>2009-06-18T15:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:33:27.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Apnea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/Sjq-rffWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAlg/4wfeeiwHyJE/s1600-h/100_0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/Sjq-rffWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAlg/4wfeeiwHyJE/s320/100_0351.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348797161852519330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(The dates on these photo's are not correct...dumb camera.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Madi and my Mate are on their way for a Dr's Appointment with the ENT Dr. That's right, both of them are being tested for Sleep Apnea. I'm left at home because I have an extra munchkin running around our house that I have to watch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/Sjq8eN-dgvI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WbOa4YbBU5c/s1600-h/100_1548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/Sjq8eN-dgvI/AAAAAAAAAlI/WbOa4YbBU5c/s320/100_1548.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348794734789624562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Madi playing with Riley today before her appointment.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm feeling a little sorry for Bill though, because Madi is an absolute beast when it comes to Doctors. She will kick and scream the whole time!! Like it's some sort of torture. :)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/Sjq8d-qcbtI/AAAAAAAAAlA/8lQWG8Omduw/s1600-h/100_1547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/Sjq8d-qcbtI/AAAAAAAAAlA/8lQWG8Omduw/s320/100_1547.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348794730679135954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She is horrified of stethoscopes. Hates em. Madi had her tonsils and adenoids removed when she was 1.5 yrs old. It hasn't really done much for her so this was the next step according to her pedi and ENT dr. She has EVERY symptom of sleep apnea in children under 5. This will be interesting if they don't diagnose her with it. Granted, that would be totally awesome!! I'm not ready to have to deal with any sort of machine. I don't even know how we'd get her to use it!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/Sjq8dmLMCiI/AAAAAAAAAk4/qlgKsLwZ3AM/s1600-h/100_1538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/Sjq8dmLMCiI/AAAAAAAAAk4/qlgKsLwZ3AM/s320/100_1538.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348794724105587234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now on to Bill. When we were first married, we of course would snuggle up and be deep in slumber when I'd wake up suddenly.....! Due to what? you ask. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/Sjq-r-d9daI/AAAAAAAAAlo/a9K_GQNsB50/s1600-h/100_0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/Sjq-r-d9daI/AAAAAAAAAlo/a9K_GQNsB50/s320/100_0488.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348797170168198562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would be sleeping with my hand on his chest and I would wake because I wouldn't feel my hand move up and down...(it was very soothing, it's what put me to sleep.) I'd sit up and sit and watch, and when more time went by and me not feeling comfortable with my husbands chest not rising and falling, I'd kick or push him, and he'd suddenly gasp for air, and then of course start snoring until it would happen again&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/Sjq-rNad0QI/AAAAAAAAAlY/rp7SgFukKEw/s1600-h/P2231221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/Sjq-rNad0QI/AAAAAAAAAlY/rp7SgFukKEw/s320/P2231221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348797157000204546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; He NEVER believed me and would never go to the doctor. FINALLY, 6.5 years later, I have him talked into being tested. &lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous for them both, we'll see how it all goes down. humf.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/Sjq8epaU-0I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/1Q-RYOYNm14/s1600-h/100_1450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/Sjq8epaU-0I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/1Q-RYOYNm14/s320/100_1450.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348794742154263362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I posted this pic just because I can't get enough of her and her cute diapered hiney!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-3723882233071269728?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/3723882233071269728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=3723882233071269728&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/3723882233071269728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/3723882233071269728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleep-apnea.html' title='Sleep Apnea'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/Sjq-rffWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAlg/4wfeeiwHyJE/s72-c/100_0351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-5133113197399830332</id><published>2009-06-09T18:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:55:24.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A FOOT! 12 IN.  ---  I DID WHAT!!?&gt;??!!</title><content type='html'>I took the plunge!!! It's still shocking....I'm not quite used to it. I haven't had my hair short in 9yrs! What do you think??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/Si8d7wNhhfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/xSFTgiz7rU8/s1600-h/longhair2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/Si8d7wNhhfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/xSFTgiz7rU8/s320/longhair2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345524195103180274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/Si8bjMOqZbI/AAAAAAAAAkY/DSNr-fCSXXM/s1600-h/Longhair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/Si8bjMOqZbI/AAAAAAAAAkY/DSNr-fCSXXM/s320/Longhair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345521574104163762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/Si8fxh2kfZI/AAAAAAAAAkw/u80RuMO5_xQ/s1600-h/shorthair1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/Si8fxh2kfZI/AAAAAAAAAkw/u80RuMO5_xQ/s320/shorthair1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345526218473373074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/Si8fxcVPWXI/AAAAAAAAAko/Qan6lFRviRM/s1600-h/shorthair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/Si8fxcVPWXI/AAAAAAAAAko/Qan6lFRviRM/s320/shorthair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345526216991398258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do like is that I can have multiple styles with the cut...(straight, out, under, whispy...ect.) That my friends I do like.&lt;br /&gt;What I dislike....well, I guess it can be a good thing too. I look chubbier with short hair..so it is my motivation to be more determined to lose the weight I'm wanting to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-5133113197399830332?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/5133113197399830332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=5133113197399830332&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/5133113197399830332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/5133113197399830332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2009/06/foot-12-in-i-did-what.html' title='A FOOT! 12 IN.  ---  I DID WHAT!!?&gt;??!!'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/Si8d7wNhhfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/xSFTgiz7rU8/s72-c/longhair2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-7899846405279801305</id><published>2009-05-15T06:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:03:36.672-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who couldn't use this??!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/Sg1n-QSVBdI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/496hlEVX2AI/s1600-h/mnm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/Sg1n-QSVBdI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/496hlEVX2AI/s320/mnm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336035452725298642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Friday through September Mars is giving away coupons for a FREE chocolate bar!! Quantities are limited, 250,000 coupons per Friday, so make sure you fill out &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="https://aws.realchocolate.com/"&gt;this form &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;THIS MORNING....only if you like chocolate I suppose. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks KCL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-7899846405279801305?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/7899846405279801305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=7899846405279801305&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/7899846405279801305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/7899846405279801305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-couldnt-use-this.html' title='Who couldn&apos;t use this??!!'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/Sg1n-QSVBdI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/496hlEVX2AI/s72-c/mnm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-1636850955134089789</id><published>2009-05-12T21:25:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:18:17.691-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You did WHAT??  *** CORRECTED***</title><content type='html'>*OOPS, I posted her website wrong...my bad.  Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.krazycouponlady.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HERE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, not Madi's update...but something you all might be interested in....&lt;br /&gt;So, I have been reading a Lady's Blog out of Boise. She is called the Krazy Coupon Lady, check out her blog here.  I have decided to get in all the craziness of couponing. Wow! I LOVE it!! I made up my own little organized binder like she has made up and it works fabulous. Albertson's was doing coupon doubler's this week. &lt;br /&gt;So with the coupon doubler's, Albertsons sales, and the Manufacturer's coupons, Here is my sweet steal for &lt;strong&gt;$14.13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/Sgo_qVYVBTI/AAAAAAAAAkI/WA7cPlEtfmg/s1600-h/100_1437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/Sgo_qVYVBTI/AAAAAAAAAkI/WA7cPlEtfmg/s320/100_1437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335146705100014898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Boxes of Honey Bunches of Oats&lt;br /&gt;3 Bagelfuls&lt;br /&gt;1 Grey Poupon&lt;br /&gt;1 Ritz Cracker Box&lt;br /&gt;2 Ranch Dressings&lt;br /&gt;3 Mayo's&lt;br /&gt;1 Miracle Whip&lt;br /&gt;2 A1 Steak Sauces&lt;br /&gt;2 Barbecue Sauces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 68.64&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total After Savings: &lt;strong&gt;$14.13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Savings: $54.51&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-1636850955134089789?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/1636850955134089789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=1636850955134089789&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/1636850955134089789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/1636850955134089789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2009/05/man-oh-man.html' title='You did WHAT??  *** CORRECTED***'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/Sgo_qVYVBTI/AAAAAAAAAkI/WA7cPlEtfmg/s72-c/100_1437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-2522863239691442311</id><published>2009-05-05T22:10:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:49:45.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily Update</title><content type='html'>Silly Lily is her name. We love her SOOO much. Of course we love our other offspring, but she seriously gives us 0(zero) problems. Really though, what would parenthood be without problematic children? Children would be perfect (which none of us are) and they would have nothing to learn, which would give us parents no purpose. I'm rambling so sorry. Back to Lily, the Clean-eating,naughty-talking,weird-looking,handful-of-all-handfuls baby. Completely false. She is a very messy eater, see.....&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SgEQq104byI/AAAAAAAAAjo/GFqy4ngy0Z0/s1600-h/100_1136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SgEQq104byI/AAAAAAAAAjo/GFqy4ngy0Z0/s320/100_1136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332561761972809506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SgEQqr7-gyI/AAAAAAAAAjg/fPtmFY-Sd1k/s1600-h/100_1185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SgEQqr7-gyI/AAAAAAAAAjg/fPtmFY-Sd1k/s320/100_1185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332561759318213410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SgEQqXK62lI/AAAAAAAAAjY/kOOg_hq67lM/s1600-h/100_1395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SgEQqXK62lI/AAAAAAAAAjY/kOOg_hq67lM/s320/100_1395.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332561753743743570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After every meal, I have to strip her down to her skivvies and bathe her afterwards, or leave her in her clothes and just change her outfit when she is done, however, no matter what option I choose to deal with, it almost always ends up with her having a &lt;s&gt;pool party&lt;/s&gt; bath. I never did post about her birthday. (That will be another post that I will end up putting back into Nov 2008) &lt;br /&gt;Naughty-talking is also a lie on my part. She has got to be the sweetest little talker. She is starting to add two words together now. It's always when she see's Bill or I and it goes something like this. We hear her sweet talking in the morning (I'm gonna have to get that on camera one of these times.) so we get up to go get her out of her prison *aka* her crib, and the first thing she says is "hi momma....or very rarely (because I'm always the one that gets up with her at 6:30am) "Hi daddy". Or when either one of gets home from errands she greets us with the same warm welcome....it makes you just want to go eat her....BTW she is very delicous. I will admit, I have taken a couple nibbles from her. She LOVES to sing. She'll hear me singing around the house, and follow me around singing. It's Bill's favorite thing to see and hear. One song she sings goes like this.....I sing: (yes it's from Barney) &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; if all the raindrops were lemon drops and gumdrops, oh what a rain that would be, standing outside with my mouth open wide...(this is Lily's part) ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah. (HA, how many of you just sang that song out loud or in your head....and actually did the ah part....hehe.) It's so cute to hear her do that part. &lt;br /&gt;Weird looking - Okay, that may have been true when she was fresh out of the womb. Bill and I both think Madi and Riley kicked her trash on looks. You all know some babies aren't the cutest looking ya know with all the swelling and the conehead going on.....(maybe I'm cruel) She was kinda one of those babies....not now! She actually caught up on the looks when she was a couple days old. :)..her personality makes her that much more good looking. We think she's a Doll..Look at her!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SgEY14M-DGI/AAAAAAAAAj4/5Pi4d95WXSs/s1600-h/1218081429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SgEY14M-DGI/AAAAAAAAAj4/5Pi4d95WXSs/s320/1218081429.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332570747682294882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SgEY1_xdJ4I/AAAAAAAAAjw/y6t8THtdTn0/s1600-h/100_1401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SgEY1_xdJ4I/AAAAAAAAAjw/y6t8THtdTn0/s320/100_1401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332570749714376578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have also taught her sign language, just because.....she signs and speaks at the same time: milk, drink, mom, dad, cheese, thank you, more, and we are working on water...that one is kinda hard with her having to hold three fingers to her chin. Thanks to Ashley and her sweet Angel Mercy, they inspired and motivated us to do this. Some parents are against signing when a child has the ability to talk because they say it holds them back on their speech.  I beg to differ though.  We haven't had a problem with it holding Lily back, it has actually helped.&lt;br /&gt;This is her favorite place to hang out...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SgEaYUmrVMI/AAAAAAAAAkA/ckpHXz2-P64/s1600-h/100_1403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SgEaYUmrVMI/AAAAAAAAAkA/ckpHXz2-P64/s320/100_1403.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332572438933492930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no, that is not pee coming through on her pajama's....it is her milk from her cereal.)&lt;br /&gt;Bill says she is happy when she wakes up till the moment she falls asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Handful! HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-2522863239691442311?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/2522863239691442311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=2522863239691442311&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/2522863239691442311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/2522863239691442311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2009/05/lily-update.html' title='Lily Update'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SgEQq104byI/AAAAAAAAAjo/GFqy4ngy0Z0/s72-c/100_1136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-5328235506305473562</id><published>2009-05-05T11:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:16:58.691-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bout time fer sum updates</title><content type='html'>Okay, since people &lt;s&gt;love&lt;/s&gt;  like me and want to know what is going on in the King household, I thought I'd ramble on about what has been happening in this &lt;s&gt;long&lt;/s&gt; short while of absent posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my idea. Starting today, I will update ya'll on one of our family members.  I have to be done updating by Friday, so you may get two posts in one day. Yippee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who to start with.....none other then the Clean-eating,naughty-talking,weird-looking,handful-of-all-handfulls baby!  Actually, none of that is true at ALL!!! I'll explain in the update about her....COMING SOON...tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-5328235506305473562?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/5328235506305473562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=5328235506305473562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/5328235506305473562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/5328235506305473562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2009/05/bout-time-fer-sum-updates.html' title='Bout time fer sum updates'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-1519082768995071019</id><published>2009-05-01T17:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T17:59:54.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Come what may......</title><content type='html'>I'M A TEN COW WIFE.....FYI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-1519082768995071019?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/1519082768995071019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=1519082768995071019&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/1519082768995071019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/1519082768995071019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2009/05/come-what-may.html' title='Come what may......'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-764485676114523981</id><published>2009-02-25T21:06:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:47:13.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rasberry Kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RASBERRIES + BLOWING KISSES = RASBERRY KISSES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid200.photobucket.com/albums/aa168/bjking0817/100_1352.flv"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOT'S OF DINNER + ACTIVE BENDING BABY = BABY CUD....MMMM.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid200.photobucket.com/albums/aa168/bjking0817/100_1351.flv"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-764485676114523981?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a389badc871751de&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/764485676114523981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=764485676114523981&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/764485676114523981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/764485676114523981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2009/02/rasberry-kisses.html' title='Rasberry Kisses'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-1880747157185983767</id><published>2009-02-25T20:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:25:24.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAHAHAHA----Is this what I'm suppose to do??</title><content type='html'>Ok.....Here are the rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Post rules on your blog - Check&lt;br /&gt;2. Answer the six '8' items - check&lt;br /&gt;3. Let each person know, by leaving them a comment - check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 favorite TV shows:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bachelor&lt;br /&gt;2. So you think you can DANCE DANce Dance...(hehe..get it??)&lt;br /&gt;3. America's Best Dance Crew&lt;br /&gt;4. CSI Miami&lt;br /&gt;5. American Idol&lt;br /&gt;6. High School Reunion. (Can you tell I like reality TV.)&lt;br /&gt;7. Judge Judy&lt;br /&gt;8. News...does that count??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I did yesterday&lt;br /&gt;1. Got Riley up and ready to catch the preschool bus&lt;br /&gt;2. Made breakfast&lt;br /&gt;3. Changed messy diapers&lt;br /&gt;4. Made Lunch&lt;br /&gt;5. Cleaned&lt;br /&gt;6. Made Dinner&lt;br /&gt;7. Read Blogs&lt;br /&gt;8. Wrote out checks&lt;br /&gt;Wow, my day ROCKS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I'm looking forward to&lt;br /&gt;1. My new house&lt;br /&gt;2. TJ to be home from his mission - 1.5 months yay&lt;br /&gt;3. Blake to be home from his mission - 9 months yay&lt;br /&gt;4. Scrapbooking "overnighter"&lt;br /&gt;5. Girls weekend!!!&lt;br /&gt;6. My house paid for&lt;br /&gt;7. My family vacation&lt;br /&gt;8. My 7 YR ANNIVERSARY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 FAV restaurants&lt;br /&gt;1. Sizzler&lt;br /&gt;2. Olive Garden&lt;br /&gt;3. Chili's&lt;br /&gt;4. Applebee's&lt;br /&gt;5. Ruby Tuesdays&lt;br /&gt;6. Jakers&lt;br /&gt;7. Rodizio Grill&lt;br /&gt;8. Tuscano's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things on my wish list&lt;br /&gt;1. HAWAII!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. To take my kids to Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;3. One I can't mention :)&lt;br /&gt;4. For all my friends and family to be financially stable and have work during this hard time&lt;br /&gt;5. To save up enough money so my sweet husband can retire...so we can travel and explore&lt;br /&gt;6. 7. 8. I wish I could take away sick and pain from all the sweet spirits that suffer!!!! My heart aches for sick babies...for cancer patients....or accident victims..... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 People I tag&lt;br /&gt;1. Andrea&lt;br /&gt;2. Mal&lt;br /&gt;3. April&lt;br /&gt;4. Amelia&lt;br /&gt;5. Amber&lt;br /&gt;6. Leah&lt;br /&gt;7. Misty&lt;br /&gt;8. Lori&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-1880747157185983767?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/1880747157185983767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=1880747157185983767&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/1880747157185983767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/1880747157185983767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2009/02/hahahahahaha-is-this-what-im-suppose-to.html' title='HAHAHAHAHAHA----Is this what I&apos;m suppose to do??'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-6752895677666573391</id><published>2009-02-23T16:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:35:35.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictureless Post...but priceless.</title><content type='html'>If I could've only caught on camera what I witnessed today, it would be PRICELESS. It's a cute little image that I will always remember.  Cheesy, maybe...true, yes.&lt;br /&gt;I sent the kids outside today to get some fresh air.  The sun today definately gave us spring fever. They were jumping on the trampoline with all the neighbor kids and decided they wanted to go across the street to play at the other kids' house.  Riley and the other boys hopped off the tramp leaving Madi trailing behind...(mind you, I'm watching the whole thing...Madi still makes me nervous on the tramp...she is OC!!)  Back comes Riley as she is struggling to get off, and he grabs her coat while she climbs down, then proceeds with trying to put her coat on...they didn't quite manage the process and decided to head over to the neighbors....again with Madi bringing up the rear.  Riley then turns around, runs back to Madi and grabs her coat so she could go run with them.&lt;br /&gt;As frustrated as I get with him, he's sure a sweetheart &amp; knows how to take care of his little sister!&lt;br /&gt;What a sweet heart!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-6752895677666573391?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/6752895677666573391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=6752895677666573391&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/6752895677666573391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/6752895677666573391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2009/02/pictureless-postbut-priceless.html' title='Pictureless Post...but priceless.'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-1440547852774885419</id><published>2009-02-20T11:54:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T12:12:02.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS WHAT WE DID TODAY....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SZ7-ah1qYoI/AAAAAAAAAiE/ucNoXVR1vU8/s1600-h/DSCF7899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SZ7-ah1qYoI/AAAAAAAAAiE/ucNoXVR1vU8/s400/DSCF7899.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304957142802522754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SZ7-Z_1D7uI/AAAAAAAAAhs/e5jsDGQdV1M/s1600-h/DSCF7896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SZ7-Z_1D7uI/AAAAAAAAAhs/e5jsDGQdV1M/s400/DSCF7896.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304957133673197282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SZ79QOC6sII/AAAAAAAAAhk/RuZkIP3iS5k/s1600-h/DSCF7893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SZ79QOC6sII/AAAAAAAAAhk/RuZkIP3iS5k/s400/DSCF7893.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304955866179088514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SZ7-aOMEXgI/AAAAAAAAAh8/yPhGhRuz3l4/s1600-h/DSCF7909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SZ7-aOMEXgI/AAAAAAAAAh8/yPhGhRuz3l4/s400/DSCF7909.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304957137527791106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SZ79PiZcpfI/AAAAAAAAAhU/r6rYTwufbU4/s1600-h/DSCF7890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SZ7-a2aw6iI/AAAAAAAAAiM/13QkPug1B20/s400/DSCF7904.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304957148326849058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SZ7_B2lifyI/AAAAAAAAAic/_ilw7IS3f_A/s1600-h/DSCF7902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SZ7_B2lifyI/AAAAAAAAAic/_ilw7IS3f_A/s400/DSCF7902.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304957818386939682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SZ7_BiZxQ9I/AAAAAAAAAiU/FbBXWMOXd2Y/s1600-h/DSCF7901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SZ7_BiZxQ9I/AAAAAAAAAiU/FbBXWMOXd2Y/s400/DSCF7901.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304957812968866770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture over load....but aren't they cute!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-1440547852774885419?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/1440547852774885419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=1440547852774885419&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/1440547852774885419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/1440547852774885419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-what-we-did-today.html' title='THIS IS WHAT WE DID TODAY....'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SZ7-ah1qYoI/AAAAAAAAAiE/ucNoXVR1vU8/s72-c/DSCF7899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-1542818741679254592</id><published>2009-02-03T10:16:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:34:27.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are summoned....</title><content type='html'>To help me if you read this post!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SYh--mmcZTI/AAAAAAAAAgs/cyiW08fS4iE/s1600-h/P2031427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SYh--mmcZTI/AAAAAAAAAgs/cyiW08fS4iE/s320/P2031427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298624575580169522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this isn't the update I promised you I'd give....but it's a post right?!&lt;br /&gt;So there is a little addition to our family for a majority of the day....everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Peyton...and I babysit her fulltime..so I thought.  We had come up with $15 a day m-f.  Well, fulltime to me was 8-5..ya know, like a regular work day.  Well, it's NOT an 8hr day...which I wasn't at all expecting...which is fine...but not for 15 a day.  She gets dropped off at my house at 6:45am, and gets picked up at 6:00pm.  11HRS!!!!!  I'm expected to supply the food, drinks and she supplies diapers and wipes. With 11hrs, I am watching her longer..during dinner time now.  I'm not experienced enough in knowing how much to charge....she said she is very flexible..I just need to let her know.  Well what do I do...how much do I charge....Please help me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Peyton is 2 yrs old and has quite the sassy personality....I guess you could say she is like Madi...hmmm...so a hand full!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SYh--eNj0ZI/AAAAAAAAAgk/AWqX9I_3vqo/s1600-h/P2031426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SYh--eNj0ZI/AAAAAAAAAgk/AWqX9I_3vqo/s320/P2031426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298624573328314770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Bill is going dirt biking down in Mesquite, NV this Wed-Sun....so I will have plenty of evening time that I plan on updating the Blog per requests...Life has been busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-1542818741679254592?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/1542818741679254592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=1542818741679254592&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/1542818741679254592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/1542818741679254592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-this-isnt-update-i-promised-you-id.html' title='You are summoned....'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SYh--mmcZTI/AAAAAAAAAgs/cyiW08fS4iE/s72-c/P2031427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-5705220230562318640</id><published>2008-12-22T11:11:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:32:01.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home for Christmas</title><content type='html'>UMMMM.....That's not somewhere we are going to make it for Christmas.  Granted we are with ALL our family (minus Lindsay...(Loser), and David...also another loser!!) in Oregon!! All nineteen of us in a 1700 ft house.  We all love each other, but I don't know how much longer that love is gonna linger. They have not had a storm like this since the early nineteen hundreds, late eighteen hundreds.  It is the craziest thing I have ever witnessed. It is so gorgeous outside. It hasnt stopped snowing or raining freezing rain for over a week!!!! We were all traveling in this storm and made it here safely right before it got ugly but aren't going anywhere for some time.  The power started flickering out yesterday, so we were getting everything prepared for that.  Bless my sisters heart!!! She is a little freaked out trying to think if she has the neccessities to provide means if there is a power outage....luckily, she has been diligently "being prepared" and has followed our prophets words and has her food storage and a generator...and the stuff to live.  &lt;br /&gt;Granted she wasn't storing things for 19 people (her little family of 5), but she's done a pretty darn good job.  &lt;br /&gt;It's a little frustrating thing for me right now.  My husband forgot to deposit his paycheck before he flew in, we have a dog outside that is hopefully still being taken care of, a Christmas tree that hasnt been watered since friday, we are suppose to be closing on our house in a couple weeks but have things that need taken care of before;....the list can go on and on....and on.&lt;br /&gt;The storm started with snow and snow...then it started freezing rain...which is totally crazy if you haven't ever witnessed it!!! It seriously is! Then it snowed another six inches, then freezing rain again.  We have a pile of Ice on my car that is about 1/2 inch thick, then 6 inches of rain, then  another 1/2 inch of ice.&lt;br /&gt;It's all so surreall...&lt;br /&gt;I am just grateful that everyone arrived safe and we are all together.....for some time.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to post a picture of this craziness when its a little less crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-5705220230562318640?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/5705220230562318640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=5705220230562318640&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/5705220230562318640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/5705220230562318640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-for-christmas.html' title='Home for Christmas'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-5412669530738375103</id><published>2008-12-15T11:53:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:14:02.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Does Your 'Pre-schooler' Want For Lunch??</title><content type='html'>Tell me would ya!!! Bet it's not as gross as this!!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SUapgkYZCQI/AAAAAAAAAfk/st7oKf5UoOc/s1600-h/100_1272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SUapgkYZCQI/AAAAAAAAAfk/st7oKf5UoOc/s320/100_1272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280093990125373698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SUapfyue4gI/AAAAAAAAAfc/zaLIrMvFcUg/s1600-h/100_1271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SUapfyue4gI/AAAAAAAAAfc/zaLIrMvFcUg/s320/100_1271.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280093976796258818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that I HAVE to give my kids an option for lunch, otherwise, they'd starve. So, I gave them their options&lt;br /&gt;Me:What would you munchkins like for lunch...Mac n Cheese, or Mickey Mouse Nuggets.&lt;br /&gt;Prince Charming: UMMM...Pickles...with Bread and uh...honey on top!&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I gave him many reasons why that wouldn't be very appetizing. But to much dismay....he persisted and persisted...so I gave in (hoping I could prove him wrong..ya know, Mommy knows best) Ya, didn't work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SUaqG6H84NI/AAAAAAAAAfs/IbayiAVVWzQ/s1600-h/100_1273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SUaqG6H84NI/AAAAAAAAAfs/IbayiAVVWzQ/s320/100_1273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280094648797028562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope he chooses not to go into the Culinary Field!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-5412669530738375103?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/5412669530738375103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=5412669530738375103&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/5412669530738375103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/5412669530738375103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-does-your-pre-schooler-want-for.html' title='What Does Your &apos;Pre-schooler&apos; Want For Lunch??'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SUapgkYZCQI/AAAAAAAAAfk/st7oKf5UoOc/s72-c/100_1272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-3449365088481081418</id><published>2008-12-02T14:34:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:14:19.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank heavens for Mrs. Peeps!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/STWxI4Fi8fI/AAAAAAAAAYo/HNFeOSNJDDQ/s1600-h/100_1219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/STWxI4Fi8fI/AAAAAAAAAYo/HNFeOSNJDDQ/s320/100_1219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275317304587121138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Mrs. Peeps. This came in the mail yesterday, December 1st, to Prince Charming and the 2 Royal Daughters. (haven't come up with the princess names yet...M loves Cinderella, so that just may stick.) Anyway, The King brought in the mail and said there was a letter from Santa to the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the letter says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christmas is approaching and this is the day&lt;br /&gt;Santa has sent Mrs. Peeps to your house to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sends this small elf to your house and mine&lt;br /&gt;The first day of December she must be on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Peeps has a purpose. Her purpose will be,&lt;br /&gt;To whisper to Santa all the good that she sees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From December 1st to Christmas she watches to see&lt;br /&gt;If your presents should number thirteen or three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after she gets here she moves only at night,&lt;br /&gt;To high places, she stays in plain sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the kitchen, for instance, she sits high on a shelf.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Peeps can sit anywhere, for she is an elf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She holds very still when she thinks you are watching.&lt;br /&gt;Her magic is precious, it fades when ones touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sits on the tree on Christmas Eve day.&lt;br /&gt;She knows that Santa is soon on his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waits and she waits without making noise,&lt;br /&gt;She waits until Santa arrives with the toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From her notes they determine the number of toys&lt;br /&gt;Placed under the tree for all girls and boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you better be nice and mind what you say&lt;br /&gt;Because Mrs. Peeps will tell Santa when he comes in his sleigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Christmas is here and Santa has come&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Peeps must leave, for her job is well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she will return next year on the very same day,&lt;br /&gt;To watch your behavior as you work and you play.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were both really excited at first for Santa to send Mrs. Peeps, but the oldest princess, Cinderella had doubts about her.&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Mrs. Peeps is mean, she's not suppose to tattle.(sp??) HAHA, I thought that was cute.&lt;br /&gt;Prince Charming on the other hand was too excited to sleep. He went to bed and after an hour and a half of sleeping this was our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PC: MOOOMMMMMM!!!!! MOOOMMMMM!!! COME HERE PLEASSEEEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ME: Oh my, you're not asleep yet? (freaking out cuz it's 9:30 pm, and he's got preschool in the morning.)&lt;br /&gt;PC: I have been sleeping, is it morning yet?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so excited to see where Mrs. Peeps was going to be in the morning that he couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe you should go check your mailbox or doorstep and see if Santa sent Mrs. Peeps to your house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Mrs. Peeps is suppose to be an actual elf....but when you live in Wendell and it's a last minute run to the store....your pickens are limited. Maybe next year, Santa will bring a REAL elf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-3449365088481081418?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/3449365088481081418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=3449365088481081418&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/3449365088481081418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/3449365088481081418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/12/thank-heavens-for-mrs-peeps.html' title='Thank heavens for Mrs. Peeps!'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/STWxI4Fi8fI/AAAAAAAAAYo/HNFeOSNJDDQ/s72-c/100_1219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-1243334216969877967</id><published>2008-11-09T00:07:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:27:11.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween and other happenings!</title><content type='html'>Halloween day started off by a showing on our house (yippee), a fabulous photo shoot from sears...(they are cheap &amp; turned out cute &amp; they were not Halloween pictures...I just choose this time of year for the yearly shoot ;) ) and a night full of trunk or treating. The pictures aren't that great of the kids, so I may just have to put them in their costumes again for a few photos. &lt;br /&gt;My trick or tr eaters consisted of&lt;br /&gt;1) A hot wheels race car driver&lt;br /&gt;2) A stinkin cute bumble bee&lt;br /&gt;3) An adorable chubby lady bug!&lt;br /&gt;This year by far was most enjoyable. The kids would ACTUALLY say those magic words "trick or treat" and then (I have ALWAYS told them that in order for that goody to stay in their bag,) they HAVE to say thank you,(or the giver is entitled to remove the treat...am I mean?)&lt;br /&gt;Madi loved it and wanted to leave the ward trunk or treating and go actuall trick or treating. We have a few of the grannies that EXPECT us to stop by every year so we did go visit them. Lily LOVED it too! She was sucking on a sucker the whole time enjoying the weirdness of the world. (that's what Riley calls it.)&lt;br /&gt;So that was our Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our house showed this past Friday to an older couple from California that had already looked at it once before....they were at our house for quite some time (I was hiding out...peeping at them from my neighbors house...ssshhh don't tell) and scheduled another visit Saturday....&lt;br /&gt;While they were here, my realtor called and said....&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;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;br /&gt;keep going&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY WANT TO PLACE AN OFFER!!!!! Although, it was not the offer we hoped for, we were able to counter offer back and forth a bit.....and now are sleeping on the decision.....They are retiring in August and won't move in until then....so the plan, if all goes well....is we will take their offer, close on the house Dec 31st, and live here "rent free" (reimbursement, if you will, for a lower offer) until Bill is finished with our new house.&lt;br /&gt;We shall sleep on it, so who know's??..???zzzzzzz.........zzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;We will make a decision on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Privacy Issues.......&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to put my blog private....I don't feel like sending out a whole bunch of invites to you all......so I will be removing names and personal things I feel fit worthy of removal.....&lt;br /&gt;I want to have "nick" names for us all.....so please, please, give me ideas....it will be a contest...I don't know what you'll win, but if you're lucky, it will be something.&lt;br /&gt;I will narrow it down to a few and have a voting on them.....&lt;br /&gt;Please Please participate and help me fill this void I have with creativity-ness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily's birthday post will be in a few days, I was going to do it tonite, but I am suppose to be preparing my talk for Sacrament meeting tomorrow,..well I guess it's this morning now...oh my...&lt;br /&gt;goodnite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just tried to upload the Halloween photos....and they are on the internal memory of my camera...and I've never done that before and it is waaaayyy to late for me to try to figure it out...so I'll have to figure it out tomorrow after Church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-1243334216969877967?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/1243334216969877967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=1243334216969877967&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/1243334216969877967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/1243334216969877967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-and-other-happenings.html' title='Halloween and other happenings!'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-9207178439841746429</id><published>2008-11-05T12:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:44:10.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>So I know A LOT of us use Cutest Blog on the Block backgrounds, or Pyzam backgrounds....but I found this cute lady that also has FREE (don't we all love free) backgrounds......I might add she has TWILIGHT backgrounds, like the one being displayed right before your very eyes! Anyway, go check her site out....&lt;br /&gt;I decided I was going to sport the twilight background until I see the movie on the 21ST!!!WOOHOO!!! I haven't decided if I'm going to be a crazy girl and see it the NIGHT it opens....who knows, maybe! &lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to update tonight....so stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL THEN....LATER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-9207178439841746429?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/9207178439841746429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=9207178439841746429&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/9207178439841746429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/9207178439841746429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/11/fyi.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-4204547773048298911</id><published>2008-10-29T22:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T22:38:20.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MEMORY GAME</title><content type='html'>This is a great idea! Everybody PLEASE play!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As you comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Next, repost these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty fun to see the responses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you are playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave a memory about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you do not have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments. Have fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-4204547773048298911?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/4204547773048298911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=4204547773048298911&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/4204547773048298911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/4204547773048298911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/10/memory-game.html' title='MEMORY GAME'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-1862244978798308194</id><published>2008-10-27T22:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:49:26.672-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SQansMnsI9I/AAAAAAAAAX0/mHhya1u614Q/s1600-h/P2051131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SQansMnsI9I/AAAAAAAAAX0/mHhya1u614Q/s320/P2051131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262077592372782034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little man is 5 years old! This is a little late, but I have been pondering what I wanted to write about and to my little man. Today as I sat and thought, over and over again I thought about him and all the doctors appointments and corrective surgeries he's had....and through them all, he kept that contagious grin right between his chubby little cheeks. I couldn't help but be teary eyed...it brought back a lot of memories during the first 3 years of his life....All that he went through and endured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my little R-Dubb ( short for RW, which is short for Riley William),&lt;br /&gt;Five years ago on October 17th, you were born 5 hours after we arrived at the hospital. You were definitely our surprise baby. We had only been married for 6 months before we found out you were coming into our newly founded family. We were definitely scared but extremely excited! I remember so vividly the moments that happened right after your birth! The doctor held you up and showed me our new little boy, but my heart just broke after seeing your precious little feet. That was news to our doctor and us, but he assured me that everything was going to be fine, and explained that they would just bend your tiny little ankles where they belonged and hold them in place with a cast. They called it serial casting. They casted you the day after you were born. My heart just ached for you. All of the questions I had....pain, future, walking.....You were such a strong little boy. I'll be honest.....you were quite cranky the first month....the doctors just told me you were colicky....now I think about it...you were probably very uncomfy with those casts on....&lt;br /&gt;You were a little over 1 month old and mommy was having awful pains and breathing episodes....I was told that I needed to have my gall bladder removed....when this happened, Dad was going to be in charge of taking care of you until I healed...I was so nervous about having this surgery because I didn't want daddy to have to care for you himself because of your crankiness. Come to find out, you decided you were going to be such a good little baby and Dad had no problem what so ever. &lt;br /&gt;You were determined to get around while in your casts. We had to take you back to Primary Children's Hospital 5 different times for them to replace the casts because you had wore holes right down to your skin on your knees and heels...from crawling and kicking. I still laugh about what happened on your last surgery. This was the most extensive surgery you had. The serial casting wasn't quite positioning your little feeties where we wanted them. So they decide to do an Achilles tenotomy. That meant they were going to actually cut your tendon in have and connect back together at the tips of the cut. They were also going to pin your toe bones where they needed to be. Shortly before we had to go have the casts taken back off and the pins removed. You were sitting out on the front porch while I was cleaning out the car and I hear you yelling "I GOT IT, I GOT IT!" I came to see what you were so proud about "getting". YOU PULLED OUT THE PIN THAT WAS HOLDING YOUR BONES PUT! I was horrified and thought you'd have to re-do the surgery again, but the doctor told me where you appointment was in a few days, you'd be okay. You little stinker! You were so proud you got that metal "thing" that was in your cast. The reason I talk about your surgeries is because that has been a majority of your life.....However, you don't remember very much of it and focus on all the fun stuff. There have not been any set backs in your development as an "all boy". You run, jump, skip, swim, and now are riding your bike with out training wheels. What a big boy. You are the best big brother any sibling could ask for. Madi LOVES to play with you, and Lily loves to watch you and smile with you. You are very protective of you little sisters and I think right now, they kinda like it....we'll see how that works when the teens finally hit. We love you so much Riley and are so happy you are ours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things Riley likes right now:&lt;br /&gt;Riding his four wheeler&lt;br /&gt;Riding his bike&lt;br /&gt;Playing with Roxy&lt;br /&gt;Playing with Madi&lt;br /&gt;Holding Lily&lt;br /&gt;Animals&lt;br /&gt;Hot wheels&lt;br /&gt;Ropes&lt;br /&gt;guns&lt;br /&gt;PBJ sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;WATER (we have to bribe you to drink milk)&lt;br /&gt;Roxy&lt;br /&gt;Preschool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Riley, WE LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e5445324d5467794d413d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Riley's 5th Year" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e5445324d5467794d413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=yahoo&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-1862244978798308194?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/1862244978798308194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=1862244978798308194&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/1862244978798308194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/1862244978798308194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-birthday-boy.html' title='My Birthday Boy!'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SQansMnsI9I/AAAAAAAAAX0/mHhya1u614Q/s72-c/P2051131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-1302521152902755970</id><published>2008-10-13T23:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:08:51.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Check this out.</title><content type='html'>Check Out the 5 Min For Mom Bedroomset Giveaway!! All you have to do is post a photo of your child ages 12 and under, sleeping on your blog, link back to them, leave a comment on their page, and WA-LA!! &lt;br /&gt;The web address is http://www.5minutesformom.com/4380/win-a-new-bedroom-set/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SPQo2xJ4QOI/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CaPvuZ6ygk/s1600-h/100_0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SPQo2xJ4QOI/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CaPvuZ6ygk/s320/100_0342.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256871586421031138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-1302521152902755970?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/1302521152902755970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=1302521152902755970&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/1302521152902755970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/1302521152902755970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/10/check-this-out.html' title='Check this out.'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SPQo2xJ4QOI/AAAAAAAAAXs/0CaPvuZ6ygk/s72-c/100_0342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-8905623980006478230</id><published>2008-10-12T17:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T17:53:20.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;A title="Which Twilight Female Are You? Take the TwilightersAnonymous.com Quiz to Find Out!" href="http://twilightersanonymous.com/Quizzes/Find-out-which-female-character-you-are.html"&gt;&lt;IMG border=0 alt="I'm a Esme! I found out through TwilightersAnonymous.com. Which Twilight Female Are You? Take the quiz and find out!" src="http://www.twilightersanonymous.com/files/files/banner_ima_esme.jpg" width=200 height=300&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=1 face=" Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;Take the Quiz and Share Your Results!&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are thoughtful and care very deeply for your family. A loving home is of great &lt;br /&gt;importance to you and you always try to make people feel welcome. Although you have a great capacity to love, you also have a great capacity to hurt, so at times you can be &lt;br /&gt;sensitive. You're firm when you need to be, but people trust your judgment and &lt;br /&gt;appreciate the kind way you always handle things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-8905623980006478230?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/8905623980006478230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=8905623980006478230&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/8905623980006478230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/8905623980006478230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/10/who-are-you.html' title='Who are you?'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-5309347963427414734</id><published>2008-10-09T22:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:31:35.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ARE YOU AS EXCITED AS I AM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src='http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf' flashvars='m=44288316&amp;v=2&amp;type=video' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' width='520' height='250' /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-5309347963427414734?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/5309347963427414734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=5309347963427414734&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/5309347963427414734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/5309347963427414734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/10/are-you-as-excited-as-i-am.html' title='ARE YOU AS EXCITED AS I AM!'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-9098133673369773521</id><published>2008-10-04T08:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T09:00:01.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BaBy JeSSi Is HeRE!</title><content type='html'>My VERY FIRST neice is Finally HERE!!! My sister Andrea and her husband with their sweet family welcomed their FIRST girl yesterday October 3rd. She weighed 7lbs. 8oz. and is 19in. long.  She is as healthy as they come. I'm so stinking excited...I'm having a hard time containing myself from hopping in the car and driving to Oregon this second! You see, this is MY very first neice on either my side or Bill's.  My family's got to love and snuggle on girls for the last three years (on my two little munchkins.) OH! But not me!!! So now it is MY turn!  You all be sure to bring your A game when we all meet in Oregon in December....I'm gonna be on the prowl taking out anyone that takes MY TURN to love and snuggle on JESSI.  RROOOAAARRRR!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SOeEnyvrRuI/AAAAAAAAAXU/GGoIKMJr2bw/s1600-h/Jessi.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SOeEnyvrRuI/AAAAAAAAAXU/GGoIKMJr2bw/s320/Jessi.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253313309522478818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SOeEn09LpII/AAAAAAAAAXc/dtI6ymo2JUo/s1600-h/jessi2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SOeEn09LpII/AAAAAAAAAXc/dtI6ymo2JUo/s320/jessi2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253313310115996802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SOeEnzTEUPI/AAAAAAAAAXk/6IqlZlDQR18/s1600-h/jessi3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SOeEnzTEUPI/AAAAAAAAAXk/6IqlZlDQR18/s320/jessi3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253313309670920434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-9098133673369773521?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/9098133673369773521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=9098133673369773521&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/9098133673369773521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/9098133673369773521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-jessi-is-here.html' title='BaBy JeSSi Is HeRE!'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SOeEnyvrRuI/AAAAAAAAAXU/GGoIKMJr2bw/s72-c/Jessi.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-3522690964390420386</id><published>2008-09-23T17:06:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T18:26:04.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>This is how we spent our Sunday Night! I love days like these!!&lt;br /&gt;Madisen has just gotten into dancing. I bought a kids bop CD and she turns it on through out the day and starts dancing her life away. Well she wanted to show Dad cause he always misses out do to the necessary calling of the term BREADWINNER. She just learned today how to "shake it".&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid200.photobucket.com/albums/aa168/bjking0817/100_0890.flv"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been trying for a long time to get Riley into the preschool program at the elementary. They screen the kids and look for any area that they are "delayed" in. Some acquaintances were saying that he'd probably get in because most everyone gets in. Well I'm not sure if I'm excited, or disappointed, that my kids smart!!??!! Okay, I'm relieved....He passes the screening. So it's a good thing in the sense that he is up to par in his abilities. But I really wanted him in a preschool learning because he misses the Kindergarten deadline by one month. So he will be 5 a whole year before he starts Kindergarten. The preschool teacher told me that they take peer students but she if full right now and that she'd put me on a waiting list. I think she could tell I was a little disappointed and called me the next day saying she had an opening in the afternoon class.....Yay!!!! However to be a peer, you have to pay....which I think is retarded because the other students don't have to. Oh well, he's in, Right? &lt;br /&gt;So it was a bitter sweat moment today as I walked him into his class. &lt;br /&gt;Riley's first day of Preschool.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SNmIrG6iw3I/AAAAAAAAAXE/-Y6zs7eQdIk/s1600-h/100_0917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SNmIrG6iw3I/AAAAAAAAAXE/-Y6zs7eQdIk/s320/100_0917.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249377114848936818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Madisen had to get ready too...she wanted to go and didn't want Riley to go alone. Cuteness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SNmIrtHRQqI/AAAAAAAAAXM/SK6KCFfc11E/s1600-h/100_0915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SNmIrtHRQqI/AAAAAAAAAXM/SK6KCFfc11E/s320/100_0915.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249377125102863010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SNmFFnLquzI/AAAAAAAAAWs/pJEFEkZQYls/s1600-h/100_0918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SNmFFnLquzI/AAAAAAAAAWs/pJEFEkZQYls/s320/100_0918.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249373172140784434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily was looking for lunch and decided she didn't want anything in the fridge after all. It was quite entertaining to watch, she started screaming because she couldn't figure out what to do next.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SNmFEuHRd9I/AAAAAAAAAWc/o85hPreohqw/s1600-h/100_0912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SNmFEuHRd9I/AAAAAAAAAWc/o85hPreohqw/s320/100_0912.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249373156821530578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping Daddy read house plans and LOVING it.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SNmFYHqbCpI/AAAAAAAAAW8/PrD6UGbukgU/s1600-h/100_0920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SNmFYHqbCpI/AAAAAAAAAW8/PrD6UGbukgU/s320/100_0920.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249373490097359506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SNmFF8uXaAI/AAAAAAAAAW0/w_SHz9x3yLw/s1600-h/100_0922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SNmFF8uXaAI/AAAAAAAAAW0/w_SHz9x3yLw/s320/100_0922.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249373177923463170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-3522690964390420386?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/3522690964390420386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=3522690964390420386&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/3522690964390420386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/3522690964390420386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/09/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SNmIrG6iw3I/AAAAAAAAAXE/-Y6zs7eQdIk/s72-c/100_0917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-5755587064305099020</id><published>2008-09-19T12:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T19:37:38.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Once, Going Twice, Sold! - MAYBE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imls.fnismls.com/Paragon/ListingPictures/IMLS/3/IMLS98371303.JPG?270750489"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://imls.fnismls.com/Paragon/ListingPictures/IMLS/3/IMLS98371303.JPG?270750489" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness!!! To my family: NO ONE knows about this just because I didn't want to get my hopes up but guess what!!!!! It's almost official (I guess I may still be having a little to high of hopes, but oh well, it feels good.) Tonight, a couple that looked at our house on Monday, is coming back again tonight to look at it again. They were here for a LONG time on Monday looking at it and through it. YIPPEE! They eliminated their options down to ours and another house. However, my realtor just called me and told me that the showing realtor said that our house was more promising for the couple and that they were really excited about it.!!! I almost started bawling on the phone to my realtor, I couldn't believe it! With the housing market the way it is (awful), our house has only been listed for 53 days and we may have just had our prayers answered. I have been praying my heart out the right people will come along quick and fall in love with our house. This is going to be such a positive step for our family for many reasons!!! I have had this conversation with my Mom on several occasions! I feel like I am always picking up constantly in order for my house to stay clean, therefor , me feeling like I've neglected my kids. We've outgrown their rooms and so the living room has become the toy room, so of course it is always scattered with toys. If I take my time to play with them, my house goes to pieces and at the end of they day, I feel bad that I didn't get what I needed to done and my husband has to come home to a messy house. I am torn! I love my kids to death, but I never have MY space ever....I have no place to go to just sit and have a little quiet time. We are always just ON TOP of each other!!! The kids need their space, I need my space, and Bill needs his space. Our new house will have a toy room, an office/library. This will hopefully eliminate the messy front room scattered with toys, and provide a place to go and relax. I hope people aren't thinking that I'm being worldly or ungrateful for what I do have. That's not the case. I feel very blessed for the things we have, for the work that's basically been handed into Bill's hands, for working vehicles, for the toys the kids have, to be able to go grocery shopping, to be able to provide my kids the clothing they need (maybe a little to much, I have a fetish for clothes especially the clearance rack....wonder where I get that from MOM). And very grateful for the opportunity we have to be able to build a house that we are wanting/needing. Very Grateful indeed. I love prayer, I love my Father in Heaven and I love my Savior Jesus Christ. Now that I got that off my chest, let's just hope that I'm not writing in a week or so saying that the cute little couple chose the other house. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-5755587064305099020?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/5755587064305099020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=5755587064305099020&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/5755587064305099020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/5755587064305099020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/09/going-once-going-twice-sold-maybe.html' title='Going Once, Going Twice, Sold! - MAYBE!'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-8646052007097252326</id><published>2008-09-15T11:43:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T08:29:29.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My poor baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SM8xxNNXuUI/AAAAAAAAAV4/YAPFEqtpCNA/s1600-h/100_0876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246466812339009858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SM8xxNNXuUI/AAAAAAAAAV4/YAPFEqtpCNA/s320/100_0876.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              !!Warning!! If you can't handle blood, do not look at the bottom of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness! My poor baby has taken on a couple major "ouchies" the past couple days. Social Services just may come in and check things out in the King household seeing how Madi shows up in the ER TWICE in a week and a half, then with Lily bug all dinged up.....okay she doesn't look that bad, just a couple marks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was our Stake Conference and we were just a little late due to waking up at 9am and conference was at 10. Yikes I know, don't ask me how I did it, but I managed to get all 3 kids, a diaper bag full of "stuff" and myself ready. Luckily, we had all showered and bathed that night. I can't take all the credit I guess, cuz I did have a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;smidget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; amount of help from the dear husband that likes to sleep in? ;) So, we arrived at our church building and found a seat in the very back of the cultural center??? (is that what you call the gym?) Lily was a little tired so I stood up behind our seats to walk with her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******side note****** &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;usually when walking into another room that has it's door closed, I would think that a normal person would open the door slowly for 2 reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 being that you have no idea what's on the other side of the door, or if anything is in front of the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 2 being, HELLO!!! you don't want to make a big scene and have everyone turn their heads in your direction!!! Unless of course you have on a super cute outfit and a new hairdo and you want people to notice you.&lt;br /&gt;********end note********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I was saying, I stood up to rock her back behind our seats and I'm cradling her in my arms and she is slowly drifting off to sleep and all of a sudden....CRACK!!! that's exactly what it sounded like... Some man came in and I swear he shoved that door open as fast and as hard as he could, and it cracked my sleeping baby right in the head! EVERYONE heard and turned their heads and you could just hear all the gasps they all threw out after realizing what happened. I felt really bad because I was walking past the door, but this man could've opened the door like a normal person would!!! No blood or anything....just a screaming baby and a very sore head...poor baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second "ouchie" happened this morning. Lily is really excited about being able to stand up to things and cruise around. She was standing up holding on the coffee table and Riley had slid off my center piece that she was holding on to and her hands went down with the center piece, leaving her head trailing behind and she wacked the corner of her eye on the edge of the table.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture up above doesn't do it any justice (however it doesn't look as bad as it did) but it was bleeding like crazy and I made Bill come home to see if she needed stitches. Luckily it was tiny little bugger that just bled A LOT. A little ice cube for her to suck on and one for her eye did the trick. I just hope she doesn't get a bruised eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, Poor Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor husband has a new owie too! He was laying a floor the other night and a board caught his toes, and this is the outcome.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me what's wrong with this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SM8z3SIRqRI/AAAAAAAAAWI/2CFaej-e60A/s1600-h/100_0785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246469115762288914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SM8z3SIRqRI/AAAAAAAAAWI/2CFaej-e60A/s320/100_0785.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SM8z3CmN0fI/AAAAAAAAAWA/PvcFPQNvhJM/s1600-h/100_0880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246469111592899058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SM8z3CmN0fI/AAAAAAAAAWA/PvcFPQNvhJM/s320/100_0880.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-8646052007097252326?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/8646052007097252326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=8646052007097252326&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/8646052007097252326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/8646052007097252326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-poor-baby.html' title='My poor baby'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SM8xxNNXuUI/AAAAAAAAAV4/YAPFEqtpCNA/s72-c/100_0876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-712906608658045906</id><published>2008-09-09T21:51:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:13:32.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Intermountain Healing Hearts Fun/Run Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SMdUJsYuRMI/AAAAAAAAAVU/u0aGjUef6cY/s1600-h/IHHLogoweb-322x164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244252816606643394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SMdUJsYuRMI/AAAAAAAAAVU/u0aGjUef6cY/s320/IHHLogoweb-322x164.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mercydez Haws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SMdUJtHnmLI/AAAAAAAAAVc/bfvTcGnaFxI/s1600-h/mercy"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244252816803338418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SMdUJtHnmLI/AAAAAAAAAVc/bfvTcGnaFxI/s320/mercy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This past weekend, Lily and I headed on down to Sandy to stay with my mother and to attend a Heart walk in behalf of a sweet little baby and her family that has had an impact on my life. She is the cutest little 8 month old on the planet and her special spirit you can feel eminating from her! Her name is Mercydez and her parents are Nic &amp;amp; Ashley. They belong to a support group for families that have children or adults dealing with congenital heart defects. Anyway, Natalie decided to come with me and on Saturday we got up got ready and headed to Orem to participate. Natalie wanted to show her support for Mercydez (she has become drawn to her also) and also to share her little journey dealing with VSD. We got there at 8:30 to register. We got our T-shirts and Natalie even got a special little heart sticker that made her feel REALLY special :) Anyhow, the run started and off we went! I have to say, I was a little disappointed with my finishing time. It took me TWICE as long to finish a mile as it did when I was a senior in high school! Granted that was...oh 8 years ago - But still! 12:01!!! What the World!! I have a few excuses though...&lt;br /&gt;1)Natalie tired out (which is to be expected..she is out of shape. HAHA just kidding, it's because of her heart.) And I would stop with her.&lt;br /&gt;2) I was pushing a HEAVY load. ;) Lily and the jogger. (Ok, lily is only 14 lbs, and the jogger is extremely light.)&lt;br /&gt;3) The last excuse is ALL THE PEOPLE. (I couldn't get around them.) It was so amazing to see these families with special heart kiddos join together for support. I'm sure it's nice to have someone to talk to that REALLY understands what you are actually going through.&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't lose the run, I just ran out of time.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after the race, I saw the sweet baby I was there for. I was so nervous to approach them it was killing me! I didn't really know what to say but to introduce myself. Did I mention how CUTE the both of them are! Ashley gave me a hug right off and introduced me to Mercy. JUST ADORABLE! You can seriously feel this childs sweet spirit and it draws you in and in....and you just feel all warm and tingly (cheesy I know) her spirit is just so clean and pure and she just makes you want to be like that....Heavens I don't know how to explain it...I probably sound all crazy, but I guess you'll know how I feel once you experience it. Nic and Ashley are amazing parents and have such an incredible amount of Faith and Trust in God in directing them in making the best decisions for there sweet little girl. They are truly AMAZING. After everyone finished the run, they did a special little ceremony for the sweet heart angel babies and can I just say how sad...I have no idea who these mothers that have lost there little babies are, but it just brought tears to my eyes...I can't even imagine the pain of losing a precious little baby...nor would I ever want to try to imagine...it was a very special ceremony they held and a tear jerker at that. I so glad that I got to go....thanks hon for hanging with the other kiddos so I could. xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures from our fun run/walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SMdSYSfmSlI/AAAAAAAAAU0/_FTXuWt_zRU/s1600-h/P5020007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244250868330941010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SMdSYSfmSlI/AAAAAAAAAU0/_FTXuWt_zRU/s320/P5020007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the Run all nasty and sweaty - Lily was getting hungry I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SMdRje0KbiI/AAAAAAAAAUc/6px9UTo-niY/s1600-h/P5020005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244249961105354274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SMdRje0KbiI/AAAAAAAAAUc/6px9UTo-niY/s320/P5020005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Natalie and her special sticker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SMdRjpsUIfI/AAAAAAAAAUk/oSxd_z7_sF4/s1600-h/P5020006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244249964025225714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SMdRjpsUIfI/AAAAAAAAAUk/oSxd_z7_sF4/s320/P5020006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily REALLY wanted my sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SMdRj4rYtbI/AAAAAAAAAUs/DiypBEk769w/s1600-h/P5020008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244249968047863218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SMdRj4rYtbI/AAAAAAAAAUs/DiypBEk769w/s320/P5020008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Ashley, Mercy and Nic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SMdPlMJVzqI/AAAAAAAAAUE/F-1kkLy4HGU/s1600-h/P5020004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244247791430389410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SMdPlMJVzqI/AAAAAAAAAUE/F-1kkLy4HGU/s320/P5020004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily and Nat after the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, speaking of HEARTS... LAter that night, my mother was getting a play pen set up for Lily to sleep in because I was not having it again tonight. (Lily in my bed) She opened up the closet in the room I was staying in and got some blankets out for Lily and made her up a cute little bed. After she did that, she went to her room to get pj's and I was going down stairs to make Lily a bottle. I had turned to go back to the room I was sleeping in cuz I forgot the bottle. I flipped on the light and Mysti (the cat that has been missing for 10 days) came running out of the room!! I screamed and yelled for my mom and she yelled back and I said it's mysti!! She thought I was kidding because this cat has seriously been MIA for 10 days. They thought that the cleaning ladies left a door open while they were there cleaning and mysti got out....or...she is a really old cat and they heard that when they are ready to die, they go hide and find there "resting place". So they had searched the house in and out for a dead cat!!! (yuck I know) No Mysti anywhere so they had figured the first conclusin had happended. So heck yes it scared me, I bout had a heart attack!! Not to mention right before we had gone up stairs to make the bed...I was reading my cousin LACHELLE's BLOG and she had posted a freaky thing (&lt;a href="http://marklachelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-see-dead-peopleok-not-really-but-sort.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://marklachelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-see-dead-peopleok-not-really-but-sort.html"&gt;http://marklachelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-see-dead-peopleok-not-really-but-sort.html&lt;/a&gt;)so I guess you could say it caught me off guard and my heart was literaly pounding out of my chest...(ya know how sometimes after you get startled your heart hurts?) Well that's how mine felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, Lily is laughing at a baby laughing on the internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SMdSY7RxPFI/AAAAAAAAAU8/5ZU4UhhfVlA/s1600-h/P5020012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244250879278791762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SMdSY7RxPFI/AAAAAAAAAU8/5ZU4UhhfVlA/s320/P5020012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves bath time...especially from Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SMdSZdVZSRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/FEwr73zVCyY/s1600-h/P5020013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244250888420804882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SMdSZdVZSRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/FEwr73zVCyY/s320/P5020013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SMdSZs30AfI/AAAAAAAAAVM/iD1Igy1TZ5E/s1600-h/P5020015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244250892591694322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SMdSZs30AfI/AAAAAAAAAVM/iD1Igy1TZ5E/s320/P5020015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-712906608658045906?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/712906608658045906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=712906608658045906&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/712906608658045906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/712906608658045906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/09/intermountain-healing-hearts-funrun.html' title='Intermountain Healing Hearts Fun/Run Walk'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SMdUJsYuRMI/AAAAAAAAAVU/u0aGjUef6cY/s72-c/IHHLogoweb-322x164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-4390857155864413297</id><published>2008-08-26T00:37:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T01:32:56.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WE'RE BACK!!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow!!! Can you believe it!! I finally have all my pictures organized and things have settled down a bit. After this update, I have updated from my last post up until now!!! Hooray! There is quite a bit of writing but I have to do this. I promised myself that I will have this blog printed as to act like my journal, so I am trying not to miss anything. &lt;br /&gt;July 12th &lt;br /&gt;We had the Peterson Family Reunion and went to Lake Walcott and had a picnic and just hung out. We took the boat out and for the first time, I decided nothing is keeping me from trying to wake board now, so it's now or never....dang I'm good!!! My first try to get up and I did it....Now I know I look goofy and awkward, but I was just excited I was up and had not been drug in the nasty water..see my hair is still dry!!!Bill caught some good air a few times and had a good crash :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, Dry Hair!&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOnZtaPweI/AAAAAAAAASk/2CNzak9gvk4/s1600-h/100_0677.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238714851690267106 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOnZtaPweI/AAAAAAAAASk/2CNzak9gvk4/s320/100_0677.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh, Still Dry Hair!&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOnZyo4JtI/AAAAAAAAASs/BHAqn0PQfp8/s1600-h/100_0678.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238714853093811922 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOnZyo4JtI/AAAAAAAAASs/BHAqn0PQfp8/s320/100_0678.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Okay, the Dry hair ends here!&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOnaeWYWbI/AAAAAAAAAS0/lN3ufHSqoC8/s1600-h/100_0681.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238714864827390386 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOnaeWYWbI/AAAAAAAAAS0/lN3ufHSqoC8/s320/100_0681.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Our day in the sun wiped out the kids and it was a nice quiet drive home. Okay so Lily napped most of the day, so she was wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOnahXLlFI/AAAAAAAAAS8/BZo46GA335Q/s1600-h/100_0698.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238714865636054098 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOnahXLlFI/AAAAAAAAAS8/BZo46GA335Q/s320/100_0698.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOna39S5YI/AAAAAAAAATE/N8og8_QoWdQ/s1600-h/100_0695.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238714871701497218 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOna39S5YI/AAAAAAAAATE/N8og8_QoWdQ/s320/100_0695.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOpY9ZvVgI/AAAAAAAAATM/qLVxfoV6dws/s1600-h/100_0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOpY9ZvVgI/AAAAAAAAATM/qLVxfoV6dws/s320/100_0686.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238717037826496002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 18-20&lt;br /&gt;We had the Phillips Family Reunion at Aberdeen Reservoir. I have no pictures from this reunion, but it was very fun. We had boat rides, talent shows, a real "dead pig" and lamb ??? roasted for us, well for them, I chose not to participate in that. :) It is one of my fav reunions to attend and am so lucky to have these people as my extended family. I remember when Bill brought me for the first time and everyone just welcomed me right in and was so kind and loving. I love you guys!!! I suppose next time I better take pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 28- August 8th.&lt;br /&gt;We had Andrea down from Oregon come visit for a few days then off to Utah she went. While she was here we had a great time. Riley was so excited to see the boys. They played and played and surprisingly, there were maybe a couple squabbles between the boys. Redden has one little girl that is very fond of him. Her name happens to be Madisen. She followed him everywhere, did what he did, studied what he did and followed him some more. Her new name is "shadow". Here are some pics of when they were here. &lt;br /&gt;Playing the Wii - (Note - what is Madi watching...yes it's Redden)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOunnwVtuI/AAAAAAAAATU/5iC3owI14hw/s1600-h/100_0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOunnwVtuI/AAAAAAAAATU/5iC3owI14hw/s320/100_0722.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238722787271882466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOuoN88fEI/AAAAAAAAATc/ZmUzeEE2qeY/s1600-h/100_0717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOuoN88fEI/AAAAAAAAATc/ZmUzeEE2qeY/s320/100_0717.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238722797525302338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily and Andrea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOuoOBIx-I/AAAAAAAAATk/PT8k7Z60tao/s1600-h/andreaLily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOuoOBIx-I/AAAAAAAAATk/PT8k7Z60tao/s320/andreaLily.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238722797542885346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they left....I headed up to Grace to hang out and to go to the good ol' Caribou County Fair. Thanks Grandma for letting us stay. We had a grand time during the yard sale, the parade, the rodeo, the easy way trips for the mugs, and last but not least the scooter rides. Thanks McKelle!! After our hang out in Grace, we went to Logan (for Andrea's surprise baby shower) and stayed at Grandma Andreasen's house (If you ever read this G-ma thanks again)We hung out with Andrea again at the pool and at the baby shower. Thanks mom for all the cute cute clothes. No it wasn't a shower for me, but I still got some clothes for the kids....Sweet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I have updates that keep continuing clear down to the fourth of July if you dare to keep reading.  However you do have to go to the one dated August 24th to learn of my neat experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-4390857155864413297?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/4390857155864413297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=4390857155864413297&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/4390857155864413297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/4390857155864413297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/08/were-back.html' title='WE&apos;RE BACK!!!!'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOnZtaPweI/AAAAAAAAASk/2CNzak9gvk4/s72-c/100_0677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-8446760591655998732</id><published>2008-08-25T23:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T00:37:28.304-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AUGUST 17TH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOjRj3loBI/AAAAAAAAAR8/R8gRNFek7WY/s1600-h/wedding.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOjRj3loBI/AAAAAAAAAR8/R8gRNFek7WY/s320/wedding.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238710313643515922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; August 2002 - Wedding Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY ANNIVERSARY BILL!!! 6 years ago today, you were standing in the bathroom doorway telling me to "hurry we're gonna be late". I still remember the day clearly. The night before we stayed up into the wee hours of the morning planning our future.  That morning your parents were coming into town to set up the luncheon we were having....I was trying to get my hair all ready and it wasn't quite done by the time we needed to get to the luncheon.  Many family and friends were there to celebrate with us. It's such a special day in itself not only for our eternal marraige in front of our dear family here on this earth to witness, but that some saw Grandpa Phillips and another relative there witnessing it also.  It was truly a special day.&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated by going to Utah and just hanging out.  Thanks Mom and Mary for watching the kids... We shopped, played minature golf, drove some really fast go karts,  went to park city - shopped and rode the new alpine coaster....that was great! and just relaxed and watched a few flicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures of our last six years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOjRgFHl5I/AAAAAAAAASE/cTL2qjb4XJg/s1600-h/vegas+2002.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOjRgFHl5I/AAAAAAAAASE/cTL2qjb4XJg/s320/vegas+2002.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238710312626526098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; June 2002 - Vegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOjR65LGvI/AAAAAAAAASM/42b52igbFaA/s1600-h/2002.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOjR65LGvI/AAAAAAAAASM/42b52igbFaA/s320/2002.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238710319824182002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bill's Apartment 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOjSFd5BBI/AAAAAAAAASU/YUPGrNfAEQA/s1600-h/02.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOjSFd5BBI/AAAAAAAAASU/YUPGrNfAEQA/s320/02.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238710322662540306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On top of the World - 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOc_P5YmcI/AAAAAAAAARU/qdfzkd3km1M/s1600-h/family2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOc_P5YmcI/AAAAAAAAARU/qdfzkd3km1M/s320/family2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238703401974929858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shoshone Falls - April 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOc_fH-kGI/AAAAAAAAARc/HNUzs5Nl9a0/s1600-h/P5290267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOc_fH-kGI/AAAAAAAAARc/HNUzs5Nl9a0/s320/P5290267.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238703406062669922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thousand Springs - May 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOc_vw7LJI/AAAAAAAAARk/EULwipNRkUM/s1600-h/P8120671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOc_vw7LJI/AAAAAAAAARk/EULwipNRkUM/s320/P8120671.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238703410529381522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oregon Coast - September 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOc_zfcotI/AAAAAAAAARs/1a0lk74BKkM/s1600-h/P8150680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOc_zfcotI/AAAAAAAAARs/1a0lk74BKkM/s320/P8150680.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238703411529818834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Multnoma Falls 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOkeq3CERI/AAAAAAAAASc/MkesSme-naA/s1600-h/blessing"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOkeq3CERI/AAAAAAAAASc/MkesSme-naA/s320/blessing" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238711638370160914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily's Blessing Day Nov 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOdARjLnWI/AAAAAAAAAR0/TDuRUs7MID8/s1600-h/P2231227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOdARjLnWI/AAAAAAAAAR0/TDuRUs7MID8/s320/P2231227.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238703419598544226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pomerelle Ski 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-8446760591655998732?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/8446760591655998732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=8446760591655998732&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/8446760591655998732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/8446760591655998732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-17th.html' title='AUGUST 17TH'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOjRj3loBI/AAAAAAAAAR8/R8gRNFek7WY/s72-c/wedding.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-8030514628104246333</id><published>2008-08-25T23:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:44:34.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY, AUGUST 22ND</title><content type='html'>After work today, Bill decided to take the kids and I to the drive in movie theatre. Get ready for this story... We grabbed blankets, sleeping bags, pillows, the kids little couches, and of course bug spray. The movie at 9:00pm was Space Chimps and the 10:15 movie was Kung Fu Panda. We arrived with about 20 min left in the first movie and got all settled and snuggled in for the second. Right at the beginning of the second movie... low and behold, Bill's truck died!! So the movie we wanted to see we couldn't even hear. What happened to the good ol' drive in movie theatres with the speakers on the post next to the cars!!!! We obviously needed a jump in order to get home...so we just sat and stared at the screen hearing a few words hear and there. Oh about 20 minutes into the movie, Madisen had already fell asleep taking up a whole sleeping bag, pillow and blanket. Bill was sitting with Riley on his little couch with another sleeping bag and TWO blankets....and shortly after Madi fell asleep, Riley went right along with her. I was sitting on Madi's couch with Lily wrapped in another blanket sound asleep next to me. I was freezing cold not enjoying the movie at all cuz I couldn't hear A THING! I asked Bill if we could leave but that was an obvious no.....BECAUSE HE WAS SLEEPING RIGHT ALONG WITH ALL THE KIDS. We might as well stayed home and slept out on the tramp $12 dollars richer. HEHE it was kinda funny after the fact....we eventually asked our movie neighbors if they could jump us....and after we got jumped a gentleman came over and asked if he could have a jump also...and that he thought there was another lady that needed a jump...We drove around and gave them jumps and realized they were all GM's!!!!What's up with that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-8030514628104246333?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/8030514628104246333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=8030514628104246333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/8030514628104246333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/8030514628104246333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/08/friday-august-22nd.html' title='FRIDAY, AUGUST 22ND'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-7593037250644793383</id><published>2008-08-25T23:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:32:22.838-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SATURDAY, AUGUST 23RD</title><content type='html'>Bill decided that he needed to purchase something that I'm not to thrilled about.....only because I am a paranoid wife,mother,sister and whatever else I may be..... I'm sure his Grandma Phillips is pointing down her finger from Heaven saying..."those darn murdercycles". I think she came up with the perfect name for them....I made him promise me he wouldn't ride it, not even up and down the street, without a helmet. He is a hard worker, and I couldn't say no if it was something that he'd enjoy doing. We went to Twin and checked it out and of course he had to have Chad check it out as well. So we wrote out the dreaded check and made a trip out to Murtaugh so Bill and Chad could ride and check it out. Chad says we got a good deal, so there ya go! :)&lt;br /&gt;Sorry we crashed your movie night Terri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-7593037250644793383?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/7593037250644793383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=7593037250644793383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/7593037250644793383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/7593037250644793383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/08/saturday-august-23rd.html' title='SATURDAY, AUGUST 23RD'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-8883455054795497881</id><published>2008-08-25T22:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:24:49.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNDAY,  AUGUST 24TH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOTKMK98PI/AAAAAAAAARM/KjVeEEfx18w/s1600-h/temple_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOTKMK98PI/AAAAAAAAARM/KjVeEEfx18w/s320/temple_web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238692594837221618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful, historic, probably once in a lifetime experience....One Bill and I have never experienced. The Twin Falls Temple was dedicated this day. Only people with special tickets are invited to attend in the Temple itself. The tickets are for some of the members that have stake callings and some of the speakers families and such. Well we weren't planning on attending the Temple, but to just watch it broadcast in the church.....A few Sunday's before, Merri Ann(my mother-in-law) told me she had a present for me and that Bill had it....Yay...I had no idea what was about to be handed to me from Bill....it was two special blue tickets to attend the dedication at the Temple.....Anyway, what a special experience it was to be inside this now Holy Place with a Prophet of God in my presence. The speakers were wonderful and it was amazing to hear hundreds of people all unison sing the Spirit of God inside his Holy House. It reminded me of a part of my Patriarchal Blessing "I am a daughter of God that sang....." (it goes on but is very personal to publish) I can't remember what speaker it was that said, " if we promise to make a goal to come to the Temple on a regular basis, our reservoirs will be full both spiritual and temporal. What an awesome promise that is and how blessed we are to have the Temple now only 20 minutes away. Another thing that stuck out to me through the entire ceremony was that every single speaker talked about death and by being sealed as a family we will be a "forever family" and we will see our loved ones in due time...I am just so overwhelmed with gratitude and can't really grasp and explain the feelings there in that Ceremony....but it was wonderful and thank you very much Merri Ann for the tickets. (She's in the Stake Primary Presidency)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Lily Bug got her first owie today...she was crawling in the kitchen and her hands slipped out from underneath of her and she bonked her face on the wood floor. I just heard it happened and turned around to pick her up and she had blood all over her face....she split the piece of skin inside the mouth that connects the lips to the gums right in half.....poor baby had a fat poofy lip.... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-8883455054795497881?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/8883455054795497881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=8883455054795497881&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/8883455054795497881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/8883455054795497881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/08/beautiful-historic-sunday.html' title='SUNDAY,  AUGUST 24TH'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SLOTKMK98PI/AAAAAAAAARM/KjVeEEfx18w/s72-c/temple_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-159935340870586370</id><published>2008-07-15T22:46:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T07:19:48.054-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of July Fun</title><content type='html'>We went to Idaho Falls to the Melelueca Firework Show that is "the best firework display west of the Mississippi" (I think that's the correct quote, if not, don't correct me :) ) It was quite fun. Riley thought the show was cool, Madisen wanted to go back to dad's truck, and Lily LOVED it. It was sooooo funny to watch her. She was laying on my tummy facing the fireworks and would clench her fists and hollar after each firework, wanting more....too cute. (I have some fun pictures to post of the firework show, but they are on the internal memory of my camera and I have no idea where my cord is to connect to my computer...) Well, Saturday we just planned on heading home but decided we were close to Rexburg and decided to go visit the college Bill attended. First we drove around the Temple and it is Beautiful and White...and it looks really small. The grounds are gorgeous and I love how it's up on the mountain over looking the valley. He showed us where he used to live and where Aunt Keri lived and where he worked, and his old girlfriends house...ok I just made that up...then we stopped and ate at the infamous Big Judd's.....A funny story behind this.....Bill couldn't remember where the resaurant was and so he made me run into Walgreens and ask the cashier. So, I go up to the register and ask the lady, "We are from out of town and have heard about a fun great restaraunt called " Big Juggs" and I'm wondering if it's still around?" She said, um....haven't heard of that one, but there is one called Bigg Judd's. I was a little embarrassed....ok ALOT embarrased but oh well, we got there. They have a HUGE hamburger and if you eat it all, they take a picture of you and put it on the wall...We weren't feeling that ambitious so just ate a normal burger. &lt;A href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SH50mGUuwlI/AAAAAAAAAQo/TsxEVzRbu_k/s1600-h/100_0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223740815677768274 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SH50mGUuwlI/AAAAAAAAAQo/TsxEVzRbu_k/s320/100_0549.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; On the way back into Idaho Falls we remembered a place called Bear World that we saw on our way into Rexburg... We stopped there and had an INCREDIBLE time. You have to stay in your car and drive around the park an see all sorts of wild life....then you get to the bear section and they tell you to KEEP YOUR WINDOWS UP AND DO NOT STOP. We saw grizzly bears, black bears and brown bears.....of course we had to stop to get a good look....so did the people in front of us! *****WARNING***** You can tell I thought this video was great.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid200.photobucket.com/albums/aa168/bjking0817/100_0581.flv"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SH50md_rt1I/AAAAAAAAAQw/CIkTxjkPjUY/s1600-h/100_0570.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223740822031939410 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SH50md_rt1I/AAAAAAAAAQw/CIkTxjkPjUY/s320/100_0570.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Some weird albino elk sort of a thing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SH50m9F1hWI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/umC2EGpYaw8/s1600-h/100_0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223740830379246946 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SH50m9F1hWI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/umC2EGpYaw8/s320/100_0571.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Riley loved the huge elk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SH50nRXxg3I/AAAAAAAAARA/2jBX62SEICc/s1600-h/100_0574.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223740835823190898 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SH50nRXxg3I/AAAAAAAAARA/2jBX62SEICc/s320/100_0574.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;Grizzly Bear - He looked mean!  (Go Grizzly's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-159935340870586370?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/159935340870586370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=159935340870586370&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/159935340870586370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/159935340870586370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/07/fourth-of-july-fun.html' title='Fourth of July Fun'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SH50mGUuwlI/AAAAAAAAAQo/TsxEVzRbu_k/s72-c/100_0549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-5516131822067619387</id><published>2008-07-03T19:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T19:41:16.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Daughter Date</title><content type='html'>Bill decided it was time to start some Daddy Daughter Dates. Friday night, he decided that he'd take Madi on a date to go get some ice cream. Madi was so excited that she was going on a date. She knew that when Mom would go on a date, mom would put pretty make up on and get all cute ( I know I should do that everyday, but sometimes I just don't have time :) ) So It was just about time for Daddy to come home and Madi went and grabbed a dress she wanted to wear on her date. I put her dress on and had to tend to Lily for a moment. Madi came out with pretty lip stick on!!! Just on her top lip, then she had me do the bottom. How nice of her! We decided to get her all dolled up for the date!! Bill loved it and thought she just looked as cute as ever! They ended up going to the farmhouse and shared an Apple pie Ala mode! How cute did they ever look!!! (getting her all dressed up made me so excited for the time when I get to get her all dressed up for little dance rehearsals and stuff!! One more year!!!YEAH )&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SG18TVdARCI/AAAAAAAAAPw/0MqL6XNeo7Q/s1600-h/100_0491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SG18TVdARCI/AAAAAAAAAPw/0MqL6XNeo7Q/s320/100_0491.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218964214810428450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SG18Tvvl66I/AAAAAAAAAP4/1OfHI16Gt94/s1600-h/100_0493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SG18Tvvl66I/AAAAAAAAAP4/1OfHI16Gt94/s320/100_0493.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218964221867715490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SG18T9j5AkI/AAAAAAAAAQA/aK2VBZtcMGo/s1600-h/100_0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SG18T9j5AkI/AAAAAAAAAQA/aK2VBZtcMGo/s320/100_0503.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218964225576731202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-5516131822067619387?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/5516131822067619387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=5516131822067619387&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/5516131822067619387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/5516131822067619387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/07/daddy-daughter-date.html' title='Daddy Daughter Date'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SG18TVdARCI/AAAAAAAAAPw/0MqL6XNeo7Q/s72-c/100_0491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-1266410573209152813</id><published>2008-07-03T18:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T19:14:27.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun, Races, &amp; another ER visit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SG12WEqX1GI/AAAAAAAAAPI/1xWLanvreQs/s1600-h/100_0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SG12WEqX1GI/AAAAAAAAAPI/1xWLanvreQs/s320/100_0474.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218957664772936802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally this crazy weather is what it is suppose to be!!! Warm Warm Warm...101 today! Very hot. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SG12W7JcAqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/q0G3ro5GuPk/s1600-h/100_0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SG12W7JcAqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/q0G3ro5GuPk/s320/100_0489.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218957679398748834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill is not liking how it went from 60 degrees to very windy and all of a sudden HOT! Really, who blames him? I don't want to be on a roof or framing up a house 8 hours during the day in the heat without much of a break!! Poor husband! I'm very grateful for him and the hard work he endures providing for our family! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess this time of year, all the little towns in Magic Valley have there own little celebration that highlights what there town is known for (or something like that..I've come up with that myself....) In my last post, I talked about how we attended Wendell's Dairy Days. Well, last Saturday, we attended a portion of Filer Fun Days! We took our kids to the Demolition Derby. The whole point of going was mostly to let Riley participate in an event they had before the demolition. They had a tricycle race for the kids...Riley was in the heat for the 4-6 year olds. Whoever one would win a new bike! I'm so mad at myself for not taking my camera!! Duh!! Well we got there and signed Riley up and took his Tricycle to the arena. He was so excited to do this. Anyway after the second heat of the derby the tricycle race took place. I think there were probably 7 little kids in his heat. They didn't care how you got to the finish line as long as you were sitting on the seat of your bike. Well Riley decided instead of pedaling, he would just push like the flinstones. That was working quite well for him as he was in FIRST PLACE. He got going so fast that he ran over his foot and stumbled and fumbled and looked back cuz he new he wasn't going to win and decided to pedal to the finish line. He took third place in the race and won a free sundae at sonic! Woohoo. I really thought he would pout if he didn't win (that's kinda why I wanted to put him in it...to teach him you can have fun even if you don't win.) He was just excited to see all the people watching and cheering and he was just soaking it all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SG12Vg-mpcI/AAAAAAAAAPA/3gKhTJXodYw/s1600-h/100_0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SG12Vg-mpcI/AAAAAAAAAPA/3gKhTJXodYw/s320/100_0546.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218957655194117570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Riley and his fast hot wheel that he raced)&lt;br /&gt;Bill, the nice husband and daddy that he is, was helping me get the kids to bed the other day. His job was getting Madi in her princess jammies. She was not liking the idea to much and decided to throw some tantrums (wonder where she got that from???) Daddy was holding her arms trying to get them in her pj's and low and behold....she started crying and crying....holding her wrist saying, " don't move my arm, don't move my arm". Now this happened in the evening again and led to another ER VISIT!!! GRRRR!! I thought maybe she fractured her wrist or something because she was holding her wrist and not her arm. We got there and sure enough, she wad dislocated AGAIN! But this was the opposite arm from last time. Poor Daddy was feeling aweful again. I wonder if this has to do with her hip displacia in some sort of a way...like her joints are just extremely lose or something...Don't know, guess that's a question for her doc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-1266410573209152813?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/1266410573209152813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=1266410573209152813&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/1266410573209152813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/1266410573209152813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-fun-races-another-er-visit.html' title='Summer Fun, Races, &amp; another ER visit!'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SG12WEqX1GI/AAAAAAAAAPI/1xWLanvreQs/s72-c/100_0474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-273081298641650255</id><published>2008-06-24T22:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T23:38:37.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MAJOR DILEMMA</title><content type='html'>So I have been awful at posting ANYTHING lately.....I will sit at my computer with my memory card in the computer ready and amped to upload pics and update on life. When I log on to my blog, I just look at how blah and have attempted many times to change my backgrounds. How in the world do you get the cute heading up top with the cute font??!!! So much has happened that I just toughed it up and here I am....where to start????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my husband is feeling old lately. He had his 10 year class reunion the first of June. We had dinner on Friday night (very interesting group there....no kids and let's just say, some pretty soda ;) It was a good time and Bill enjoyed seeing people he hadn't seen for quite some time. Then on Saturday, it was a family event (that meant no fun drinks...however I'm not sure if all abided by the rule) Bill took all three kids and stayed for awhile chatting with Chad and later invited Chad and his family over for a pizza party. Where was I you are asking???? MIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right!!! I attended a much needed girls weekend in VEGAS!!!! I flew from Boise to Vegas all by myself! (Those of you that know how bad I hate planes and flying know that I must have been a "big girl" to do it all by myself.) I had a ton of fun. Our trip consisted of the funnest bus ride I've ever had in my life, Irish Kings sweeping us off our feet, yummy food, laughs that brought tears, tattoos and last but not least, a swimsuit photo shoot! (However, pics of the photo shoot will not be posted due to fear of prosecution.) We had a great ole time there in Vegas and I'm so glad that we could all be there...(well minus two naughty girls). &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SGHWMLUw1qI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gz-GTbRXBGI/s1600-h/100_0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SGHWMLUw1qI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gz-GTbRXBGI/s320/100_0376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215685348158396066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SGHWM5miUJI/AAAAAAAAAOg/LhYMP_FiUF4/s1600-h/100_0444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SGHWM5miUJI/AAAAAAAAAOg/LhYMP_FiUF4/s320/100_0444.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215685360580972690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SGHWNFOi9II/AAAAAAAAAOo/nGvUaatqqMY/s1600-h/100_0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SGHWNFOi9II/AAAAAAAAAOo/nGvUaatqqMY/s320/100_0391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215685363701576834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SGHWNrXYNvI/AAAAAAAAAOw/mctXOjq--dk/s1600-h/IMGP0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SGHWNrXYNvI/AAAAAAAAAOw/mctXOjq--dk/s320/IMGP0199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215685373939169010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER!!!!! There was something that happened there that still to this moment TICKS me right off! Okay, you tell me how ticked you'd be.....My mother, Andrea, Mallory, Lindsay and Natalie got to Vegas the night before me and had a gay time catching up with each other and such and such, (I stayed for Bill's Class dinner) Anyhow, I didn't want to miss out on all the fun so I took a red eye flight to Vegas so the girls had to pick me up at the airport around 7:30 ish. My mom, Andrea, and Natalie came to pick me up.... So we get back to the Condo and hang around a bit and decide to go get breakfast at IHOP. I actually recall commenting on Andrea's cute shirt as she was getting ready. Well sitting down in our booth, there was a bunch of giggling and of course I just giggled along with them, until Andrea says, "By the way, I haven't just gained a whole bunch of weight." WHAT!!!! "IHOP" ed (sorry I had to.) out of my seat and said...well, yelled "YOU'RE PREGNANT!!!" That little fart! I was the last one to know and still bothered by the fact!!! But after a few years of asking when they were gonna have another kid, we all finally gave up, so what a HUGE surprise!!! A BABY GIRL!!!! I am so excited because it's actually MY FIRST NIECE!!!!!! We are still waiting for a girl on Billy's side but that has yet to happen. So Vegas was a great fun time for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father's Day came really fast for us.....It was nice and peaceful. Riley was so excited to go up in Sacrament Meeting and sing to his Daddy....Madisen even followed even though she's not in Primary yet....She got a little frightened and started crying running down the stairs into her daddy's arms...It was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;For Father's Day, we took Bill's 67 Mustang in to get it running...and he is patiently waiting it to be sitting at our house instead of the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next update is ESPECIALLY for RICH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;In Wendell we have a celebration that is all about the stinky wind we have here caused by all the Dairy's....Hence the celebration name : Dairy Days.&lt;br /&gt;There is a parade on Saturday morning and at the park there is a carnival that goes on for 2 days. Well, feeling very festive this year....they decided to do something a little different, Something that's never been done here in good old Wendell. &lt;br /&gt;COW PATTY BINGO!!! They make a big bingo card on the ground out of paint or chalk and set up a Carrall around it... You pay 10 dollars for you to claim a number on the Bingo card.... After all the numbers are claimed....they send a cow into the carrall and ...you ready for this.......&lt;br /&gt;The first number that the cow takes a crap on....wins $500 DOLLARS!!!! You'd be surprised at how many people sit there and watch this cow yelling and coaching it to poo on there space!!!! HAHA it was the funniest thing!!! Bet you really wished you were here for that one Rich huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the kids go.....Riley has made a couple new friends that he just loves to play with. He starts swimming lessons on the 30th for 2 weeks. And this weekend, there is a demolition derby we are going to and before the event....they are having a tricycle race for little kids...whoever wins receives a new bike...We thought Riley would love to be in a race....we'll just see how he reacts if he doesn't win... &lt;br /&gt;Madi is accident prone....I've always said that we are going to be dealing with stitches or a broken bone with her before Riley.. Well on Saturday the 21st Bill had her on his shoulder taking her to the bathroom to brush her teeth. He lifted her up and was lowering her down by her arms behind is back, and when she reached the floor, she started screaming and saying don't bend my arm! Don't bend my arm!! He had to hold it across her chest or she'd start crying again....Bill held her in the chair until she eventually closed her eyes, but anytime we'd move, she'd start crying again.....so being the paranoid mother that I am....decided to take her in...of course it always happens after hours, so it was an ER visit...and the fastest ER visit I've ever had!!! Maybe 15 min..... Anyway, her elbow was dislocated but with a little bend and tweak, it was all better...They call it Nurse Maids Elbow???? &lt;br /&gt;Lily has taken on a couple new things....She sits up all by herself....AND she army crawls!! But with only one leg! It's the funniest thing I've ever seen...it's hard to explain so I'll just get a video of it and post it....&lt;br /&gt;Bill is staying busy with work which is always a blessing.... and I'm just trying to keep things in order in our home waiting for a bite! Our home is officially on the market, so we hope it'll go sooner than later....We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-273081298641650255?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/273081298641650255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=273081298641650255&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/273081298641650255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/273081298641650255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/06/major-delima.html' title='MAJOR DILEMMA'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SGHWMLUw1qI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gz-GTbRXBGI/s72-c/100_0376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-6036173689709681153</id><published>2008-06-04T17:28:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:57:49.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming, Camping &amp; Smiles</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, it was the Father Son Outing down at Sligers Campground. Bill took Riley down and they had a grand ol' time. They took some rice crispy treats down and stayed up really late. When they got home, they both were exhausted and I didn't really find out why they were so tired. Bill disappeared with Riley as I continued my cleaning spree and as I walked into his room to put his clothes away...this is what I walked in on......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SEd0VrKchiI/AAAAAAAAANU/H0tFAbACBiA/s1600-h/100_0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SEd0VrKchiI/AAAAAAAAANU/H0tFAbACBiA/s320/100_0351.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208259409789879842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After their "nap" I was informed that Bill and Sherm took Riley out for a late night hunt. They went spotlighting and actually shot a badger. Riley was quite descriptive of what the badger looked like....sharp teeth, small back legs and big front legs and hairy and bloody... OOOHHH I don't like badgers...they are ugly and they scare me....not my idea of fun. :) &lt;br /&gt;The following Monday, Madi and I were in side playing when daddy got home. He hadn't come in the house yet so I ran outside to see what he was doing. I was only outside for a few minutes and walked in on this.....&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SEdOiLKchgI/AAAAAAAAANE/qbfh2TtOkUg/s1600-h/100_0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SEdOiLKchgI/AAAAAAAAANE/qbfh2TtOkUg/s320/100_0342.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208217843096389122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SEdOibKchhI/AAAAAAAAANM/wvcKn3UpJW4/s1600-h/100_0343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SEdOibKchhI/AAAAAAAAANM/wvcKn3UpJW4/s320/100_0343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208217847391356434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NO! She's not hiding from me....she had fallen asleep while "digging" for a Mike n Ike! She's my little munchkin....some days she's 6 and other days she is 4.....(It's more like 2.5 going on 16.)AAHHHH She is getting big SOO Fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are A LOT of pictures of Lily this time.....but a baby's grin is just priceless......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SEd4IrKchoI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TAOcO_JQGBA/s1600-h/100_0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SEd4IrKchoI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TAOcO_JQGBA/s320/100_0348.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208263584498091650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SEd3I7KchlI/AAAAAAAAANs/9ZMFqAMiNRw/s1600-h/100_0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SEd3I7KchlI/AAAAAAAAANs/9ZMFqAMiNRw/s320/100_0362.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208262489281431122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SEd3JLKchmI/AAAAAAAAAN0/QuvvwyKo1Lw/s1600-h/100_0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SEd3JLKchmI/AAAAAAAAAN0/QuvvwyKo1Lw/s320/100_0364.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208262493576398434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SEd3JbKchnI/AAAAAAAAAN8/S-t2hqT5EsI/s1600-h/100_0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SEd3JbKchnI/AAAAAAAAAN8/S-t2hqT5EsI/s320/100_0365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208262497871365746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay....to answer your questions......&lt;br /&gt;No, this is not lipstick!!! But it IS my raspberry cream filled doughnut!!!She loved it!&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SEd3ILKchjI/AAAAAAAAANc/OpCpflrtWWs/s1600-h/100_0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SEd3ILKchjI/AAAAAAAAANc/OpCpflrtWWs/s320/100_0354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208262476396529202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SEd3IrKchkI/AAAAAAAAANk/DlcIgqkGv4U/s1600-h/100_0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SEd3IrKchkI/AAAAAAAAANk/DlcIgqkGv4U/s320/100_0356.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208262484986463810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid200.photobucket.com/albums/aa168/bjking0817/100_0368.flv"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our Slide show of our family night at Sligers Swimming Pool. (It is an indoor pool that is actually a natural hot spring that they have to run cool water in because it is so HOT! &lt;br /&gt;(you have to click on each picture to view them...enjoy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d7a55354f5451314e513d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="420" height="330" alt="Click to play " src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d7a55354f5451314e513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=yahoo&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="420" height="46" alt="Create your own postcard - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmilebox.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/postcards" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox postcard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-6036173689709681153?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/6036173689709681153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=6036173689709681153&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/6036173689709681153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/6036173689709681153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/06/swimming-camping-smiles.html' title='Swimming, Camping &amp; Smiles'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SEd0VrKchiI/AAAAAAAAANU/H0tFAbACBiA/s72-c/100_0351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-5635128760789481229</id><published>2008-05-27T20:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:44:22.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily's 6 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:400px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w200.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w200.photobucket.com/albums/aa168/bjking0817/5b246282.pbw" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i200.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=92" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa168/bjking0817/?action=view&amp;current=5b246282.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 6th&lt;br /&gt;I meant to do this along time ago!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SIX MONTHS LILY!&lt;br /&gt;You weighed 6 lbs 7 oz. Lily in the short time you've been in our family, you've taught and brought us so much! You've taught us to love more. When you were born, it was a scary thing for mommy and daddy. We weren't sure what was happening at the hospital, they didn't think you were coming yet but I knew for sure you were going to come to us a lot sooner then they thought. What a blessing it was that you were born early, as the doctors said that you must have been a little ballerina because your umbilical cord was twisted up so much that you were barely getting the blood and nutrition that you needed to thrive! That's why you needed the little TLC at the NICU a few days later, because you were just not nourished enough a little before you were born. You dropped down from 6 lbs 7 oz to 5 lbs 11oz. We are so grateful that you were brought into our family 3 weeks early for the doctors didn't know what the outcome would've been if you would've waited the full term. We know why you came...and we know Heavenly Father told you it was time, because he knew you were tired and hungry..and couldn't wait any longer. :) We hugged and held you so much...it was so sad for me to see you in the NICU hooked up to so many things and under a heater with an i.v. in your little wrist with a tube going down your nose. Mommy was so scared and nervous about you being there, that I FORGOT!!! to take any pictures of you there. Your second arrival at our house, was much better. You taught us patience. You taught us humility and you have just the sweetest little spirit.&lt;br /&gt;1 month old - You have started smiling and just gazing into our eyes...and what a good little girl you've been to sleeping through the night. You are very content and never ever cry, not even when you are hungry. You found your thumb!&lt;br /&gt;2 months old - You are more alert and love to be held by Riley and Madi. Still being a good girl and sleeping all night... Daddy loves to snuggle up to you when he gets home from work. You LOVE to suck on your little thumb!&lt;br /&gt;3 months old - you are grabbing onto things and study them very carefully. You LOVE your baths. You are starting to get a little more hungry and just aren't quite satisfied with nursing. Love your thumb more than ever!&lt;br /&gt;4 months old - WooHoo You are rolling over both ways!!! You have also found your toes! You have the sweetest voice and are gooing all the time. Still LOVING the thumb!&lt;br /&gt;5 months old - Yes I have to tell you this!!! Mommy got up in the middle of the night to feed you and set you on the bed while I reached over to move your big sister...and kerblop!!! You fell to the floor off my bed!!! So sorry....I bawled for a long time after that...and you and your sweet little spirit let me know that it startled you and as soon as picked you up, you stopped crying. You are still very hungry and mommy has fed you some bananas...you really like them. You still roll all over the place. You hand things back and forth from one hand to the other...and study them carefully....and you are such a gabber!!! Typical girl! :) In church, everyone loves to hold you!!! They say how beautiful you are and that you are the sweetest little thing and what a good baby you are...You let them hold you and never cry! That's right..Still LOVING your thumb!&lt;br /&gt;6 months old - You have know started to eat solids and LOVE THEM! You eat green beans, squash, bananas, applesauce, peaches and eeewweee you like prunes!!! You absolutely do NOT like peas....and your little tummy can't tolerate the sweet potatoes!! You throw them up every time! You are scooting on your tummy...and reaching oh so very far to grab things you want..You roll and arch your little back to grab the things you want...Very determined little thing. You love rattles and shake them crazy, you love to let Riley and Madi hold you, you love to try to get Roxy to come over to you, you love to pick at the grass, you love to be rocked to sleep, and you love to smile!!!And I bet you can guess this one.....um..yup..still LOVE your thumb! &lt;br /&gt;We love you so much lil Lily Bug and are so grateful you chose us to be your parents!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-5635128760789481229?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/5635128760789481229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=5635128760789481229&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/5635128760789481229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/5635128760789481229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/05/lily-6-months.html' title='Lily&amp;#39;s 6 months'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-7906433277028138146</id><published>2008-05-27T13:22:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:45:15.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates, Updates, and More Updates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SDzgk4epWpI/AAAAAAAAAM8/oqtMpN3AW3Y/s1600-h/P2261246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SDzgk4epWpI/AAAAAAAAAM8/oqtMpN3AW3Y/s320/P2261246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205282193574288018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm still adding to this post so keep expecting more!!! It just takes me a little longer cuz I have quite a few interruptions!)&lt;br /&gt;It's about time I do this.....but I lose all motivation when I look at my blog! I don't like my template anymore but when I try to change it, I lose all my widgets on the side!!!! Anyone know how to do it without losing all the STUFF? I want the cute fonts too on my header, but have yet to figure it out. Also, I cannot for the life of me figure out how to get a video on this....I use my digital camera for my videos and when I stick the card into my modem, it plays it for me, but anywhere I try to open it, it says i.e. p1021.mov (mov means movie)...anyway that was boring, so here is the update on the King clan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 10th&lt;br /&gt;We went and picked up our new puppie.....she is so stinkin cute! We couldn't wait until Mother's Day (yes one day...I know) to go get her so we left on Saturday and picked her up. We went to Jerome to get her and stopped to fill up with gas. While getting gas, this rather NICE couple came up to our car (they saw Roxy) and awe-ing and ooh-ing (sp..??) at her then the nice gal asked if we had a collar for her..we responded "not yet, we just picked her up"...then the nice guy hyped up and said "you better go get it for them".. She ran over to her car and brought us over a ...um... very vibrant tye dye collar for her...Very nice couple and very random...Why can't we have people around us like that anywhere we go...(not for the giving away of things...just the niceness..(Is that a word) it sure makes for a good day and for you to respond to other people that way).... then had to go to Twin so Bill could go pick up a scope from Sportsman's for his gun. So we had quite a long drive for a brand new lil pup. When we arrived home...Bill had the dog on his lap and she started to do some weird gurgling noise....and he threw her to me cuz he thought she was gonna poo....anyway, right when she landed on the towel I had for her..she barfed!!! That was the nastiest smellin thing I've ever had land on me!!! I started to dry heave...ooh (AHH I am dry heaving just thinking of it.! That's how nasty it was.) Anyhoo...She just got car sick and was a little home sick. (we think).&lt;br /&gt;Riley and Madisen LOVE HER! Poor dog, Madi treats her like her baby dolls...she tries to carry her everywhere and makes her lay down, and tries to put her in things... Riley just loves having a doggy friend around again. Even Lily got excited about her. She'd try to grab for her and kick her legs like crazy and flail her arms out of control to try to get her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SDxj5YepWfI/AAAAAAAAALs/bckqH3c2GgA/s1600-h/100_0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SDxj5YepWfI/AAAAAAAAALs/bckqH3c2GgA/s320/100_0300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205145106808134130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SDxj6IepWgI/AAAAAAAAAL0/5xUnp1pLlFM/s1600-h/100_0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SDxj6IepWgI/AAAAAAAAAL0/5xUnp1pLlFM/s320/100_0302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205145119693036034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SDxj6YepWhI/AAAAAAAAAL8/j2VlAya1v0k/s1600-h/100_0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SDxj6YepWhI/AAAAAAAAAL8/j2VlAya1v0k/s320/100_0303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205145123988003346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 11th - AKA "Mother's Day"&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short, it wasn't a very good day besides Riley singing for me in Sacrament Meeting....Bill had "disappeared" for 9 hours and no one knew where he was.....I'll share just a bit of the story...I was in the bathtub and here Lily gagging on something....I get out of the tub and she's eating a green piece of paper that Bill had given her to play with......The outcome.....(beware, this is for no one with a faint tummy)&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SDzSQYepWiI/AAAAAAAAAME/J1ZeP4u47RU/s1600-h/100_0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SDzSQYepWiI/AAAAAAAAAME/J1ZeP4u47RU/s320/100_0305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205266448224180770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told ya!!! The next day, I COULD NOT figure out what was in her diaper!!! Sure enough though....green paper!&lt;br /&gt;(Bill had gone off trying out his newly cleaned gun and had fallen asleep on the side of a dirt road!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 16th&lt;br /&gt;We traveled down to Logan to go visit Grandpa David and Gramma Mary. Grandpa had invited Bill and Riley to go to his Father Son outing up Porcupine Canyon. Riley had "a lot of friends" up there and had a blast! Bill hung out with the other Dad's and had an enjoyable time. I believe I got the better end of the deal however (even though the camp out was fun). We hung out that evening and watched Enchanted (was that the name Mary?) and had lot's of goodies! Then Mal decided to come up and go shopping and eating with me!!! The kids had so much fun playing with the Rachel, Katie &amp; Mikaylie and the pup)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorial Day Weekend&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday. Bill and Riley went with the rest of his family which included Roger, Merri Ann, Tracee, Uncle Ralph, Aunt Sandra, Tyler, Kyle and Nelson down to Bruneau Canyon for some four bying. (It was way to rough and long for the two little girls to go, so I stayed with them) Riley and Bill got to ride the long journey in Nelsons Jeep and then got to go for a ride on the four wheeler when they got in the canyon. Bill said the road going down in was "pretty crazy". They planned on staying longer but got rained out. Pour Nelson had to ride in his Jeep all alone on the way home and he was soaking wet. On Monday we told Riley and Madi we'd take them swimming at Slaggers in door natural hot springs pool. We did a little house work that morning and went to the farmhouse for Lunch..yuummyy...and headed to the pool. When we got there, the sign said they were closing in an hour....so we broke his heart especially....We HAD to take them to go do something else to have our family time, so we drove to twin falls to find something to do. We ended up going to NAZZ CAR. It had some pretty cool things for older kids and adults to do but they also had a bounce house for the kiddos. Riley had so much fun, and Madi didn't want anything to do with it. Silly Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Little About Riley - He had his preschool screening a week ago and they couldn't find anything that showed he'd need to go to preschool so he may be accepted as a peer. (Here preschool is only for children that is "developmentally delayed" i.e. speech problems, hearing...ect...they even consider children that can't quite pronounce certain letters developmentally delayed.) I really hope they accept him for a peer...so he can have the social aspect of things before he enters kindergarten. He misses the deadline by a month. I'm alright with that because he's going to be the oldest and further along mentally. He is so dang cute right now....apparently I'm "the best" right now. Here is our conversation. &lt;br /&gt;R- Mom, can I play the Wii when we get home?&lt;br /&gt;M- You have to make sure all your toys are picked up and your room is clean, then&lt;br /&gt;you can.&lt;br /&gt;R- Thanks mom, YOUR THE BEST!&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, that made me feel good and totally made my day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SDzftYepWmI/AAAAAAAAAMk/LnCFxxwjuzE/s1600-h/100_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SDzftYepWmI/AAAAAAAAAMk/LnCFxxwjuzE/s320/100_0214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205281240091548258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SDzftoepWnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/CQg2lRt-otI/s1600-h/100_0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SDzftoepWnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/CQg2lRt-otI/s320/100_0292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205281244386515570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SDzfuIepWoI/AAAAAAAAAM0/1IezZ4Toyd4/s1600-h/P2051131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SDzfuIepWoI/AAAAAAAAAM0/1IezZ4Toyd4/s320/P2051131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205281252976450178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madisen's new thing....She will walk around all day holding a phone and this is what she says..... Hi TJ, what ya doing TJ, Bye TJ... It is so funny, and we have no idea where she picked it up....(Maybe from the call on Mother's Day) (I hope you read this TJ, even little madi hasn't forgotten you. :) ) She also thinks that she is 6 years old....some days it's six, and some it's four. She also has a new thing about stripping off her clothes when she comes in the house....or having no pants on outside She is growing up so fast and Bill and I just can't get over how fast it is happening. We find ourselves just watching her play around in the evenings just in awe at how cute and smart she is getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SDzejYepWjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/dmCK_RtHdJo/s1600-h/100_0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SDzejYepWjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/dmCK_RtHdJo/s320/100_0246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205279968781228594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SDzejoepWkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/YjSR4y_htBc/s1600-h/100_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SDzejoepWkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/YjSR4y_htBc/s320/100_0248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205279973076195906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SDzej4epWlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/W09aQmHE2dg/s1600-h/100_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SDzej4epWlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/W09aQmHE2dg/s320/100_0249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205279977371163218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-7906433277028138146?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/7906433277028138146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=7906433277028138146&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/7906433277028138146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/7906433277028138146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/05/updates-updates-and-more-updates.html' title='Updates, Updates, and More Updates!'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SDzgk4epWpI/AAAAAAAAAM8/oqtMpN3AW3Y/s72-c/P2261246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-6167360379341605577</id><published>2008-05-11T22:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T23:01:40.312-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to share something that was on my sisters blog, and I couldnt help but post it to mine....for I too feel the same way but cannot express myself very well. My sister Andrea's words.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****************To My Mom and My Best Friend*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SCfNoiQh8_I/AAAAAAAAALk/0JRHDgnshnM/s1600-h/mom+%26+jeff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SCfNoiQh8_I/AAAAAAAAALk/0JRHDgnshnM/s320/mom+%26+jeff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199350391097127922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a conversation with a friend yesterday about how our mothers made Motherhood look so easy. After having a few of my own, I wanted to tell my dear mother how much she means to me and the difference she has made in my life. So many times recently I have caught myself wishing that I lived closer to my mom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*for her to rub my temples when I had a headache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*for her to be here and wake up with my suffering children in the middle of the night and sleep with them like when they're infants so I can get some sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*to be a little more forgiving to my children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*to give the comforting hug of an unconditional loving mother when it's needed so badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*to make my husband laugh and feel like he is the best thing in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*to lend her listening ear to an ever complaining daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*to have the 1 person that you know is always on your side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother isn't perfect, nor is any other mother in this world, but I'm telling you...she got something right. She has lived an interesting life and most definately not an easy one. I admire her strong will and desire to rise when times are hard, to pull through and look at the bright side of things, and trying very hard to not complain about the things that annoy her. I believe that looking on the bright side is one of the many great qualities I received from my mother...(along with the 2 other bad ones we talked about last week mom! haha). She doesn't have all the answers and doesn't claim to, but she will be there to help you reason out and make the best possible decision for you. I hear of lots of people say "I never want to be like my mom". I hope if I can become more of someone it would be more of her. She has set the perfect Christ like example of how I want to be for my kids and my grandkids (heaven forbid). I love you, my husband loves you and my children most definately love you. You mean everything to me and I could not imagine my life without you. Happy Mothers Day Mom...I truly love you and admire you and want you to know...that despite all those teenage years YOU MADE A DIFFERENCE IN MY LIFE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-6167360379341605577?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/6167360379341605577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=6167360379341605577&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/6167360379341605577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/6167360379341605577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-want-to-share-something-that-was-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SCfNoiQh8_I/AAAAAAAAALk/0JRHDgnshnM/s72-c/mom+%26+jeff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-1105709875848159827</id><published>2008-05-06T18:08:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T09:24:49.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitors!!</title><content type='html'>Lily wanted to eat ZOEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SCD7eWOc0BI/AAAAAAAAALY/6xwLFzialKc/s1600-h/100_0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SCD7eWOc0BI/AAAAAAAAALY/6xwLFzialKc/s320/100_0279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197430468766388242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, we had the privilege of having my brother Brian and his wife Mallory and last but not least...there baby zoey up to visit. They came Thursday very late and left Sunday morning. We loved having them come and the kids love it just as much as we do. Despite being woken up every morning around 7 to Madisen crying and coming in our room, I hope they had an enjoyable time. One day Mal and I went shopping (kid free! Thanks Merri Ann) and then we went down shooting at the Infamous John Shaw's shooting range! (Pictures of that coming a bit later tonite!) One favorite thing my family loves to do is eat at the Farmhouse restaurant! Now that's some home cookin for your money! So of course we ate one night there! Went down on the Snake River in the boat......that was cut short due to ummmm hitting the bottom of the river with the prop! Oops...It was very low. Brian and Bill spent a lot of time shooting there AWESOME guns! And last but not least, we gave Mal some major hair extensions!!!! I am having a poll on her behalf! Extensions or no Extensions....that is the question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I am going to post all about my little Lily a bit later tonite...for she is now 6 MONTHS OLD!!!! ***SIGH*** How time flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mallory's Hair Extensions - Visit the poll on the side of the blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SCD4vGOcz-I/AAAAAAAAALA/gkyPFo4LTjk/s1600-h/100_0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SCD4vGOcz-I/AAAAAAAAALA/gkyPFo4LTjk/s320/100_0270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197427457994313698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SCD4vmOc0AI/AAAAAAAAALQ/g08WCpPpu5A/s1600-h/100_0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SCD4vmOc0AI/AAAAAAAAALQ/g08WCpPpu5A/s320/100_0278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197427466584248322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-1105709875848159827?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/1105709875848159827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=1105709875848159827&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/1105709875848159827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/1105709875848159827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/05/visitors.html' title='Visitors!!'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SCD7eWOc0BI/AAAAAAAAALY/6xwLFzialKc/s72-c/100_0279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-2768036682602771528</id><published>2008-04-28T10:50:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T16:26:31.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATES!!</title><content type='html'>Here are some updates of the past little while that many of you have been asking for. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRIL 18th:  HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY WONDERFUL HUSBAND!  A Big whoppin 28!.  He didn't like this birthday to much because he says he is getting too close to 30.  We went out to dinner and a movie on friday, then on saturday, we I had planned a surprise BBQ with his friends at our house, but canceled it because the "weather report" said it was suppose to be windy and rainy. Lo and behold...perfect BBQ weather.  Bill decided to go with his bro's and cousins hunting and fishing. His birthday didn't go as planned, so I'm glad he was able to go out and do that all day saturday.  I am very lucky gal to have bill as my "man", and a father to our kids.  Don't worry hon, I still think you've "got it" even though you're almost 30!.  :) xoxox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SBYEgGOcz1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/yai4MjE4PEc/s1600-h/100_0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SBYEgGOcz1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/yai4MjE4PEc/s320/100_0219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194344169691991890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things he's been wanting were some cowboy boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SBYEg2Ocz2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZSc229au0Vg/s1600-h/100_0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SBYEg2Ocz2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZSc229au0Vg/s320/100_0224.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194344182576893794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldstone Cake (yummy) at Grandma Kings House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 26th:  Boy do I wish I had pictures for this next one!!!&lt;br /&gt;I suppose you could use the word "Redneck", but it was for a good cause.  are you ready for this??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ANNUAL "ANGELS &amp; OUTLAWS" ROCKCHUCK DERBY&lt;br /&gt;We did participate in this very redneck contest.  Whoever brings in the biggest rockchuck, wins a rifle.  1st-3rd place all win a rifle and if you place further down, you're entered in for a raffle to win the rifle.  Bill invited me to participate in this all day adventure.  We started the day off with Bill and I in his truck with a walkie talkie talking to Sherm and Kyle in Sherms truck.  Well somehow, I ended up driving the truck and Bill was in the passenger side with his gun ready to go....(you can only get away with this is Idaho).  It was quite interesting.  He does have his concealed weapons permit and we were out in the country in fields, so no worrying.  Later that day, I overheard them talking about what they were doing and they came up with a name for the mission we were on....&lt;br /&gt;MISSION : DESERT CHUBBYCHUCK.  (I can just hear Rich's Redneck jokes rollin right off his tongue about now....or "you know you live in Idaho" saying....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE OTHER DAYS:&lt;br /&gt;Here's some fun pictures just cuz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SBYNNGOcz4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9wb8rGtuna8/s1600-h/100_0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SBYNNGOcz4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9wb8rGtuna8/s320/100_0206.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194353738879127426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SBYO62Ocz8I/AAAAAAAAAKw/PMuG1rmlt0w/s1600-h/100_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SBYO62Ocz8I/AAAAAAAAAKw/PMuG1rmlt0w/s320/100_0198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194355624369770434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madisen would NOT let me get her dressed for the day...She wanted to wear her diaper, her pink shoes, her jacket and my hair scarf...and she would cry and scream whenever I'd try to take the picture...silly girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SBYO4mOcz5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/28ibJYFnrNw/s1600-h/100_0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SBYO4mOcz5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/28ibJYFnrNw/s320/100_0194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194355585715064722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SBYO6WOcz7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/dkHl4VaRzQM/s1600-h/100_0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SBYO6WOcz7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/dkHl4VaRzQM/s320/100_0192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194355615779835826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SBYO5mOcz6I/AAAAAAAAAKg/UgWMStjZPYI/s1600-h/100_0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SBYO5mOcz6I/AAAAAAAAAKg/UgWMStjZPYI/s320/100_0182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194355602894933922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley really wanted to make faces with mom so we could put them on here....and.....&lt;br /&gt;I had to put my hair extentions on him....he has such a nice looking face he can really pull it off!  ;)  (Bill was not happy bout that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SBYO7GOcz9I/AAAAAAAAAK4/hQCuCFLSRjc/s1600-h/100_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SBYO7GOcz9I/AAAAAAAAAK4/hQCuCFLSRjc/s320/100_0213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194355628664737746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They enjoy this equally...Riley loves to snuggle Lily , and as you can see, Lily loves it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is very long....but YOU wanted the update... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-2768036682602771528?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/2768036682602771528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=2768036682602771528&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/2768036682602771528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/2768036682602771528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/04/updates.html' title='UPDATES!!'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SBYEgGOcz1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/yai4MjE4PEc/s72-c/100_0219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-1956938887513228358</id><published>2008-04-15T20:42:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T12:01:47.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR TRIBUTE TO PEARL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SAVy6qzSqaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/qSquy1hQ1Vk/s1600-h/100_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SAVy6qzSqaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/qSquy1hQ1Vk/s320/100_0008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189680497861765538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was going to be a post of our last couple weeks of uplifting, fun blog-worthy stuff....instead, we are very sad, yes that's right, all of us....Our precious pearl passed away today. She was 1 yr and 3 months. It was such a freak accident thing. (remind you all, this is the only explanation as far as the doctor together with us can come up with) Bill takes his dog to work with him everyday and today she was with Bill at work and loaded up into the back of the truck so Bill could go get lunch...when he got to where he was going she jumped out and wobbled around and was just very weird. She laid down and wouldn't move, she wouldn't load up into the truck or anything, she wouldn't even stand up. Bill took her to the vet and they did some blood work thinking that she got into anti-freeze or rat poison. This however was not the case, as the test all came back negative. She was unconsiouse at this time and the vet said she had very low blood pressure. The vet was then thinking that she got hit at some point, however, the x ray came back just fine. Within the hour, our sweet dog passed on. The vet was stumped at what was wrong and asked if he could go in and see if he could see something. He called back and said that her main artery that goes into her liver ripped from her liver....therefor causing internal bleeding. He said that the only possible explanation for this is when she loaded up into the truck she just stretched her body to far. She was the runt of the litter, and maybe had something that didn't form as strong as it should've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all, especially Riley are very sad this evening and wanted to post pictures of our first dog. Riley was in love with her when we brought her home at 6 wks old. He played outside everyday possible. Bill too was very excited because she was just trained and pheasant season is coming up and now he is very bummed. He wasn't sold into the idea of getting a dog, and I sat and begged and begged. Finally he said we can get a dog as long as she can be his hunting dog. He spent hours and hours training her and became extremely fond of his dog. I don't think he thought he could have as strong of a bond with her as he did. Ofcourse I was very excited because we were going to breed her this next heat and have cute lil pups. (We'd however only keep one of those :) ) She was so sweet with the kids and never growled or barked, not even when she was treated like a horse..Riley and madi tried to ride her. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SAVtBqzSqYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/8HdCTQ0Puc4/s1600-h/P3130545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SAVtBqzSqYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/8HdCTQ0Puc4/s320/P3130545.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189674021051083138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SAVs0azSqUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/B01Sp2PM-D8/s1600-h/P3130546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SAVs0azSqUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/B01Sp2PM-D8/s320/P3130546.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189673793417816386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SAVs0qzSqVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/qXbKK_Qjepw/s1600-h/P3130548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SAVs0qzSqVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/qXbKK_Qjepw/s320/P3130548.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189673797712783698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SAVs1KzSqWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nvTEYcENB_k/s1600-h/P3130549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SAVs1KzSqWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nvTEYcENB_k/s320/P3130549.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189673806302718306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SAVs1azSqXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/qiyKP8Ly-PE/s1600-h/P3130550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SAVs1azSqXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/qiyKP8Ly-PE/s320/P3130550.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189673810597685618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SAVyiKzSqZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/mzstOg2PUSw/s1600-h/100_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SAVyiKzSqZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/mzstOg2PUSw/s320/100_0005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189680076954970514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dog will ever replace her, but we went and bought another dog just like Pearl..German short-haired pointer all liver colored...no pun intended. We will name her Roxey and we get to go pick her up when she is 6 wks old and it happens to fall on Mother's Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-1956938887513228358?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/1956938887513228358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=1956938887513228358&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/1956938887513228358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/1956938887513228358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-tribute-to-pearl.html' title='OUR TRIBUTE TO PEARL!'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/SAVy6qzSqaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/qSquy1hQ1Vk/s72-c/100_0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-4003484226772992501</id><published>2008-04-06T16:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T18:49:46.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS PAST WEEK AND SOME....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R_le1wte0yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/CSffvkQ49i4/s1600-h/100_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R_le1wte0yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/CSffvkQ49i4/s320/100_0094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186280723595580194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madisen wanted to pick Lily's outfit for the day, and it happened to be Build A Bear "Lily Bear's" outfit she wanted her to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids and I went to Utah to visit my mom for the week. These pictures are from Discovery in the Gateway Mall... It's huge and a ton to do for the kids...they were in heaven....It's a very neat place, but if you ask me....it's a place where I think germy's like to be....and sure enough, later that night, Riley wasn't eating and broke out into a fever, but thank goodness that was the extent of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R_lpjwte02I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QGY-17vgHuU/s1600-h/100_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R_lpjwte02I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QGY-17vgHuU/s320/100_0117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186292508985840482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R_lpkQte03I/AAAAAAAAAHY/DNNcx6BRlk0/s1600-h/100_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R_lpkQte03I/AAAAAAAAAHY/DNNcx6BRlk0/s320/100_0123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186292517575775090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R_lpkwte04I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Z5vvWiUPNl8/s1600-h/100_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R_lpkwte04I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Z5vvWiUPNl8/s320/100_0109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186292526165709698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R_lplAte05I/AAAAAAAAAHo/tNVCQDLaVCs/s1600-h/100_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R_lplAte05I/AAAAAAAAAHo/tNVCQDLaVCs/s320/100_0120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186292530460677010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R_lplQte06I/AAAAAAAAAHw/FEM9MlKjc1Q/s1600-h/100_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R_lplQte06I/AAAAAAAAAHw/FEM9MlKjc1Q/s320/100_0124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186292534755644322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R_le1gte0xI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Z7hqFWxjA-k/s1600-h/100_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R_le1gte0xI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Z7hqFWxjA-k/s320/100_0098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186280719300612882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R_le2Qte0zI/AAAAAAAAAG4/NlQdnmBUIAk/s1600-h/100_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R_le2Qte0zI/AAAAAAAAAG4/NlQdnmBUIAk/s320/100_0099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186280732185514802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R_le2wte00I/AAAAAAAAAHA/sZXWv4lnbjw/s1600-h/100_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R_le2wte00I/AAAAAAAAAHA/sZXWv4lnbjw/s320/100_0106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186280740775449410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R_le3Ate01I/AAAAAAAAAHI/K_6lQ0k_N6s/s1600-h/100_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R_le3Ate01I/AAAAAAAAAHI/K_6lQ0k_N6s/s320/100_0107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186280745070416722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Riley's FAVORITE THING about Discovery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R_lu7wte07I/AAAAAAAAAH4/JrwY8Pqc4FI/s1600-h/100_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R_lu7wte07I/AAAAAAAAAH4/JrwY8Pqc4FI/s320/100_0140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186298418860839858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they said the helicopter was donated to discovery from the University Hospital???  You could push a button up front that made it sound like it was going to take off. It made Riley really nervous and he kept asking the other kids to turn it off.  He didn't want it to take off with them driving it!!! I don't blame him!  :)&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R_lu8Qte08I/AAAAAAAAAIA/29qo9Md0Tkw/s1600-h/100_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R_lu8Qte08I/AAAAAAAAAIA/29qo9Md0Tkw/s320/100_0141.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186298427450774466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R_lu8gte09I/AAAAAAAAAII/P6vD-BOe92s/s1600-h/100_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R_lu8gte09I/AAAAAAAAAII/P6vD-BOe92s/s320/100_0143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186298431745741778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-4003484226772992501?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/4003484226772992501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=4003484226772992501&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/4003484226772992501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/4003484226772992501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-past-week-and-some.html' title='THIS PAST WEEK AND SOME....'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R_le1wte0yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/CSffvkQ49i4/s72-c/100_0094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-8120899558717137698</id><published>2008-03-27T16:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T16:15:40.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrinkled Thumb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R-wcaAte0wI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5Rpw11oMIHY/s1600-h/P3261290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R-wcaAte0wI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5Rpw11oMIHY/s320/P3261290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182548504389538562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Lily's favorite thing to do...SUCK HER THUMB!  Even when she is starving and nursing...her thumb and mouth some how meet.  She loves to hold a blanky in her other hand.  Once I get my video posting under control (help please) I'll have to catch her in the act...She rubs her whole hand across her face until her thumb eventually lands in her mouth...sometimes it's not even her thumb...just whichever finger feels comfy...&lt;br /&gt;It's great right now, not having to worry about finding binkies.  I'm nervous however, when we need to take it away....Tabasco Anyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-8120899558717137698?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/8120899558717137698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=8120899558717137698&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/8120899558717137698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/8120899558717137698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/03/wrinkled-thumb.html' title='Wrinkled Thumb'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R-wcaAte0wI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5Rpw11oMIHY/s72-c/P3261290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-5933286043502801232</id><published>2008-03-24T17:54:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T18:46:00.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoppy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R-hAigte0sI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5--aeU7p2Cc/s1600-h/100_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181462332930183874 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R-hAigte0sI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5--aeU7p2Cc/s320/100_0051.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R-hAjgte0tI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AENNu-mDJXc/s1600-h/100_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181462350110053074 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R-hAjgte0tI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AENNu-mDJXc/s320/100_0054.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R-hAjwte0uI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/y3mfMYH1KPg/s1600-h/100_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181462354405020386 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R-hAjwte0uI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/y3mfMYH1KPg/s320/100_0055.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; The easter bunny brought something for the kids saturday afternoon. It took the easter bunny along with Grandpa King 7 hrs to put together. The kids were in side hanging out waiting very "paitently" for the hunt that was to take place later in the day. They kept hearing drilling noises and hammers and Riley kept asking "what is all that noisy noise?" So I decided to send them over to Gramma Kings so I could get set up for the "hunt" and keep the play gym a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c008f2bcad52a420" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc008f2bcad52a420%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331632384%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A6C9304521647050368819FB97867D40BC4022E.55D7D11DC51BD493CF47308B843D8BCFBAE55DAC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc008f2bcad52a420%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVYOSamqe0_fgBAgJiCCMA61t1M8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc008f2bcad52a420%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331632384%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A6C9304521647050368819FB97867D40BC4022E.55D7D11DC51BD493CF47308B843D8BCFBAE55DAC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc008f2bcad52a420%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVYOSamqe0_fgBAgJiCCMA61t1M8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-5933286043502801232?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/5933286043502801232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=5933286043502801232&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/5933286043502801232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/5933286043502801232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/03/hoppy-easter.html' title='Hoppy Easter'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R-hAigte0sI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5--aeU7p2Cc/s72-c/100_0051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-5817319748711156617</id><published>2008-03-20T23:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T23:29:49.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY ISN'T MY VIDEO WORKING????</title><content type='html'>ANYBODY KNOW HOW TO DO THIS?  I HAVE A VIDEO FROM MY DIGITAL CAMERA DOWNLOADED TO MY COMPUTER AND I TRIED TO DOWNLOAD IT AND THIS IS ALL IT DID?  &lt;br /&gt;This is the Video I was talking about when I said Madi was very tired....HAHA so mean but so stinkin cute! (Lily was in my other arm moving around so it's kinda shaky, sorry if you get sick.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-5817319748711156617?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/5817319748711156617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=5817319748711156617&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/5817319748711156617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/5817319748711156617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/03/some-fun-videos.html' title='WHY ISN&apos;T MY VIDEO WORKING????'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-11888307236259921</id><published>2008-03-19T11:03:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T11:32:53.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A FEW HAPPENINGS</title><content type='html'>We went down to Logan for a scrapbooking over nighter and on our way home sunday, I was putting my shiny pink lip gloss on and Madi insisted that she needed some.  So I reach back and hand it to her, not being able to assist putting it on her, and look back as she says all done. She has pink shiny lip gloss ALL OVER her pretty lips! Can't see it very good but very "pretty".&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R-FKwxBlvMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/d91ySKD6ODg/s1600-h/100_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R-FKwxBlvMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/d91ySKD6ODg/s320/100_0033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179503248106962114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Bill and Riley went to help a family move in Jerome so Madi and I had dinner ourselves.  We decided it was to late to make anything and ran to Papa K's and got ourselves a sub.  She is out Cold and the video I want to post will verify how tired she really was! HAHA, it was very cute. (To my family: Notice how her sub is opened and the inside is picked out and eaten! hmmm???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R-FKxBBlvNI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZV6h4KZuhpY/s1600-h/100_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R-FKxBBlvNI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZV6h4KZuhpY/s320/100_0048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179503252401929426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley saw a kid in Toys R Us and his hair was in a cute little mohawk, and he has asked me to "make his hair like the little boys hair in the toy store". We are still trying to figure out how to style it! Any ideas or suggestions would be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R-FKxhBlvOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/C09yhrBQcwI/s1600-h/100_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R-FKxhBlvOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/C09yhrBQcwI/s320/100_0039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179503260991864034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know your tables clean when your kid tries to clean up his bread crumbs by licking them off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R-FKxxBlvPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dzABnWY4fIY/s1600-h/100_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R-FKxxBlvPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dzABnWY4fIY/s320/100_0035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179503265286831346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so alert now and can carry on a very long conversation.  That's another video I want to post!&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R-FNkxBlvRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/e1TbNWVTk7c/s1600-h/000_0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R-FNkxBlvRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/e1TbNWVTk7c/s320/000_0070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179506340483415314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few Videos that I have to post! But still trying to figure it out, eventually sometime today I'll have them on here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try back a little later for the videos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-11888307236259921?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/11888307236259921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=11888307236259921&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/11888307236259921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/11888307236259921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/03/few-happenings.html' title='A FEW HAPPENINGS'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R-FKwxBlvMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/d91ySKD6ODg/s72-c/100_0033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-3812578642959584578</id><published>2008-03-12T21:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T21:20:59.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged</title><content type='html'>ABC TAG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Attached or single? Attached for 6 yrs to my hubby!&lt;br /&gt;B - Best friends? Andrea&lt;br /&gt;C - Cake or pie? Pie&lt;br /&gt;D - Day of choice? Friday&lt;br /&gt;E - Essential Items? Purse and my Lip Gloss&lt;br /&gt;F- Favorite clothing item? VSB &lt;br /&gt;G - Greatest ambition in life? To keep my children safe and happy.&lt;br /&gt;H- Habits? Staying up late...Misty we need to talk :)&lt;br /&gt;I - Indulgence? umm...reality tv.&lt;br /&gt;J - Jan. or July? July- 26th to be exact! :)&lt;br /&gt;K - Kids? Riley, Madi and Lily&lt;br /&gt;L - Life isn't complete without? My Family&lt;br /&gt;M - Movie? Fool's Gold (minus the begining :( ), Pearl Hargor&lt;br /&gt;N - Number of bros and sis? 3 sisters, 2 brothers&lt;br /&gt;O - Oranges or apples? Definately Oranges&lt;br /&gt;P - Phobia or fear? Airplanes, Earthquakes&lt;br /&gt;Q - Quote? ???&lt;br /&gt;R - Reason to smile? Life&lt;br /&gt;S- Season of choice? Spring&lt;br /&gt;T - TV shows? Anything Reality...I am a junkie&lt;br /&gt;U - Unknown fact about me? I have bunnions!  :)&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable? cooked carrots&lt;br /&gt;W - Worst habit? Picking at my children....ears, noses, head...I am a picker&lt;br /&gt;X - ray or ultrasound? ultrasound&lt;br /&gt;Y - Your favorite food? Sizzler Steak.&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zodiac sign? Leo   RROOAAARRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I tag, Lachelle, Mal, Lori and Jana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-3812578642959584578?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/3812578642959584578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=3812578642959584578&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/3812578642959584578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/3812578642959584578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-3012248808493344222</id><published>2008-03-11T21:24:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:52:35.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4 MONTHS LATER!!!!   YEA!!</title><content type='html'>THIS IS WHERE WE HAVE BEEN EATING AT FOR THE LAST 4 MONTHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R9dNyxBlvEI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZIL5mnSlv0A/s1600-h/100_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R9dNyxBlvEI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZIL5mnSlv0A/s320/100_0025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176691831234477122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW THIS IS WHERE WE GET TO EAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R9dOihBlvFI/AAAAAAAAADw/VEcinUG3Aok/s1600-h/100_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R9dOihBlvFI/AAAAAAAAADw/VEcinUG3Aok/s320/100_0026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176692651573230674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture doesn't do it justice......  We had decided we out grew our very small small old table.  We sold it at a garage sell in september.  I found a table I LOVED in the Pottery Barn Book.....and not to my surprise, Bill wasn't willing for us to pay an arm and a leg for that specific table.  So we copied it!  :)  Shhhh, don't tell. Bill started on it in November, and it is now sitting in my dining area as of 9:30 tonight.  I do have to brag about him and his work! It is beautiful.  It's made of black walnut from his uncles old tree and has a leaf to extend it to 8 ft. Oh, I can't forget to tell you, he spun the legs on the old lathe machine in his father's shop. I guess this means my excuse for not having enough room for people to come over and eat is no more.   Thanks hon...love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-3012248808493344222?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/3012248808493344222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=3012248808493344222&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/3012248808493344222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/3012248808493344222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/03/4-months-later-yea.html' title='4 MONTHS LATER!!!!   YEA!!'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R9dNyxBlvEI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZIL5mnSlv0A/s72-c/100_0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-3360825236047378055</id><published>2008-03-07T16:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T17:04:15.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Guns!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R9HXExBlvBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YuGWV-HA4I8/s1600-h/100_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R9HXExBlvBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YuGWV-HA4I8/s320/100_0005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175153923704863762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R9HXFhBlvCI/AAAAAAAAADY/1savCiOD9AE/s1600-h/100_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R9HXFhBlvCI/AAAAAAAAADY/1savCiOD9AE/s320/100_0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175153936589765666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R9HXGRBlvDI/AAAAAAAAADg/a423kgUlk60/s1600-h/100_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R9HXGRBlvDI/AAAAAAAAADg/a423kgUlk60/s320/100_0008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175153949474667570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill thought I was posting about his muscles!!  :) He took us to the shooting range on the old gooding highway. He just bought a 30-6 rifle and wanted to go try it out. We had fun trying it out but couldn't believe the kick it had and how loud it was... He didn't have any ear plugs so I made him put it up so he didn't go deaf.  I shot the 22 I think, and Riley joined in with his cap gun.  :)  He made fun of me because I have to rest my arm on my hip so I can stay steady. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-3360825236047378055?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/3360825236047378055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=3360825236047378055&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/3360825236047378055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/3360825236047378055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/03/big-guns.html' title='Big Guns!!!'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R9HXExBlvBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YuGWV-HA4I8/s72-c/100_0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-7008130247789076958</id><published>2008-03-06T11:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T12:20:47.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH THE JOYS!</title><content type='html'>This is a first in our household!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R9A1xOPEl-I/AAAAAAAAADA/TiFjCTSy94I/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R9A1xOPEl-I/AAAAAAAAADA/TiFjCTSy94I/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174695091599874018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R9A10uPEl_I/AAAAAAAAADI/0epFq5AsnUU/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R9A10uPEl_I/AAAAAAAAADI/0epFq5AsnUU/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174695151729416178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 4 yr old, 2 yr old and my 4 month old napping all at the same time! I must say this was very much needed.  Mommy got to have some "me" time! Actually, I napped right along with them.&lt;br /&gt;(the pictures say 2/2, but it was actually 3/2. weird)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-7008130247789076958?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/7008130247789076958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=7008130247789076958&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/7008130247789076958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/7008130247789076958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-joys.html' title='OH THE JOYS!'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R9A1xOPEl-I/AAAAAAAAADA/TiFjCTSy94I/s72-c/Picture+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-3379786182117502785</id><published>2008-02-27T10:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T11:04:23.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK SICK AND MORE SICK</title><content type='html'>Well, we took Madisen to the doctor yesterday because we think she has sleep apnea (no fun).  The first step they take in correcting this in children is removing the tonsils and adnoids because they can be very large and obstruct the airway.  Well Madi and Riley had both their tonsils and adnoids removed due to snoring in June of last year...YUCK! Two at the same time, but I figured let's just get it over with.  Well it is possible for adnoids to grow back.  The doctor checked her out and asked me a whole bunch of different questions...one of which was "Is daddy over weight"  I literaly laughed because all of us that know Bill know that he is definately not overwieght...if anything underweight (Sorry hon, love ya, muah!) Okay, not underweight, just skinny ??Is that any better???  Anyway, he started examining and looked up her nose and then down her throat.  He didn't see anything other then a "cobblestone" throat.  Which could indicate a post nasal drip, which means inflamed mucus membranes.  Anyhow, he is not sure if that is what is causing the snoring and the gasping for air but he wants to start lower on the recter scale then jumping and sending her to an ear nose and throat doctor for a sleep study if it could be her mucus membranes. She is on a steriod nasal spray, (which we don't like) for 4-6 wks, and if that doesn't change anything, off for a sleep study.  Well today, Madi woke up and came and told me she was hot.  Took her temp and she is at 100.  and has a sore throat.  Now I'm thinking that the "cobblestone" throat the doctor saw is the result of her getting sick.  We had a doctor that would jump on treating the worst case possible and switched, and now our new doctor starts with the least severe thing....WHICH IS BETTER? Bill has also been sick, so I hope Riley and I can keep our distance along with lily bug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-3379786182117502785?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/3379786182117502785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=3379786182117502785&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/3379786182117502785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/3379786182117502785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/02/sick-sick-and-more-sick.html' title='SICK SICK AND MORE SICK'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-2426820116892908809</id><published>2008-02-25T16:24:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T21:20:40.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elders Quorum Ski Trip</title><content type='html'>Okay, so all of you that don't know Bill has been the Elders quorum president for 1 1/2 years. Well, growing up, I always attended our ward ski trip for many years and Bill said they never did that in Wendell. (Despite having Sun Valley and Pomerelle ski mountains close by.) Anyway I talked him into scheduling one this year. It was scheduled for February 15 at Pomerelle. At the same time, the Wendell Girls High School team was playing their tourney's and ended up placing first and was headed to state in Boise. Well state playoffs were the weekend scheduled for the ski trip. To make a long story just a little bit shorter.....we moved the ski trip to the following weekend February 23. Everyone was ecstatic when they heard about the trip and some were disappointed that it wasn't a ward party. Well of course Bill made me in charge of food and drinks and we made our way to Declo and up to Pomerelle. The party was awesome....the snowboarding not so much. It has been very warm and without snow and so the mountain was just rock hard. You'd wreck..(yes, I will admit that I did wreck) and bust a bone because it was that hard....anyway, I'll post a picture a little later of all that attended. You will be amazed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R8ORqJL4x8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/JSPK6nhI4bU/s1600-h/P2231227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171136950357772226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R8ORqJL4x8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/JSPK6nhI4bU/s320/P2231227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's right!!! The Party consisted of Bill and I...(and my bro-inlaw Sherm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-2426820116892908809?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/2426820116892908809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=2426820116892908809&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/2426820116892908809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/2426820116892908809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/02/elders-quorum-ski-trip.html' title='Elders Quorum Ski Trip'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R8ORqJL4x8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/JSPK6nhI4bU/s72-c/P2231227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-4736824118684880487</id><published>2008-02-23T09:54:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T10:23:37.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R8BVuJL4x6I/AAAAAAAAACo/IaDAT1KNfbQ/s1600-h/P2121138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170226623449450402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R8BVuJL4x6I/AAAAAAAAACo/IaDAT1KNfbQ/s320/P2121138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OUR NEIGHBORS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R8BVuZL4x7I/AAAAAAAAACw/NER7zag89kw/s1600-h/P2121135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170226627744417714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R8BVuZL4x7I/AAAAAAAAACw/NER7zag89kw/s320/P2121135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR LOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R8BQ9ZL4x5I/AAAAAAAAACg/VbsH5nlD-NA/s1600-h/P2121133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170221387884316562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R8BQ9ZL4x5I/AAAAAAAAACg/VbsH5nlD-NA/s320/P2121133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill's friend owns the subdivision and he is saving it for us. You can't tell, but it slopes down a bit so we will be able to have a walk out basement..HOORAY! The lot starts from the road and goes back to the fence. We are putting our house FOR SALE the first of March...another HOORAY! I just cant wait to have more room and have a "playroom" for the kids, so their toys aren't scattered from #@$$% to breakfast. I'm very grateful that this is my husbands hobby/career and that's why it's possible. (not to mention, land in Idaho is umm cheap) I don't necessarily like packing and moving every two years but oh well, it's worth it AFTERWARDS and not one second before. It's a little under 1 acre and I cannot wait for my kids to be able to go outside and not have to worry about speeding cars going by. (I'm always out with them, but sometimes my head turns and I'm not watching them every second...although with a 2 yr old ya kinda have to :) ) We'll be starting paper work the minute our house sells. I'm so ready to get out of the neighborhood we are in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-4736824118684880487?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/4736824118684880487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=4736824118684880487&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/4736824118684880487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/4736824118684880487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/02/looking-forward.html' title='Looking Forward'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R8BVuJL4x6I/AAAAAAAAACo/IaDAT1KNfbQ/s72-c/P2121138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-980485145062175083</id><published>2008-02-19T19:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T19:04:57.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments</title><content type='html'>If you haven't figured it out yet...you can add comments ask questions whatever....this blogging thing is great. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-980485145062175083?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/980485145062175083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=980485145062175083&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/980485145062175083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/980485145062175083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/02/comments.html' title='Comments'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-5140931523485296994</id><published>2008-02-19T17:06:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T17:46:38.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SISTERS?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lily&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R7twgpL4x3I/AAAAAAAAACE/szWkEVp26tQ/s1600-h/P2191213.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168848462933444450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R7twSpL4x2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/U3oISKAyHyk/s320/P2191213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madisen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R7tvy5L4x1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/mF5hU9zMw_E/s1600-h/Madisen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168847917472597842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R7tvy5L4x1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/mF5hU9zMw_E/s320/Madisen.JPG" width="324" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm not sure how old Madisen is in the Bottom Picture, but Lily (top picture) is 3 1/2 months with so much less hair then Madisen had. :( The hair was so fun to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-5140931523485296994?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/5140931523485296994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=5140931523485296994&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/5140931523485296994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/5140931523485296994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/02/sisters.html' title='SISTERS?????'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R7twSpL4x2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/U3oISKAyHyk/s72-c/P2191213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-4670902878733432288</id><published>2008-02-17T23:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T00:11:03.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR PAST 5 1/2 YEARS</title><content type='html'>Bill and I met in Logan at skyline (yes, lame I know) 6 months after served an LDS mission to Argentina.  It was in January we met and were inseperable afterwards.  In may 2002 he took me to Idaho down on the Snake River and asked me to marry him.  We were married August 17, 2002.  We were SURPRISED to find out in January 03 that we would be expecting our first boy October 27 2003.  He was born October 17.  He was born with positional clubfoot and I was a mess.  It wasnt caught in the several ultrasounds I had, but the doctor pulled his foot straight and just said they do series of casting until they are straight.  (For you that don't know, Bill and I are sports junkies....so it was very hard to learn of Riley's situation.  One of the doctors said the most he will do is play out on the school yard basketball court with his friends.....boy was I mad at that doctor and he never saw us again after that.)So off to Primary's we went  and had the serial casting.  Unsatisfied with the result on the right foot, I took him back down and the doctor agreed that it needed more work.  So the doctor decided to do an achellis tenotomy. (They basically took meat tendorizer to it, ok not really but it had the same effect.)  Well a year or so went on after he healed from his surgery at PCMC and we had moved to Idaho.  I took him to the best pediatric orthopedic in Idaho (????is there such thing???j/k) and he said that Riley's heels were still pulled up from where they needed to be.  So we went to St. Lukes in Boise and had a major surgery for a 2 1/2 year old...They actually cut his tendons and lenghtened them.  It was so hard for me to see my active little 2 yr old tied up and in HUGE casts that went all the way up his leg up to his c-rotch.  In the scatter of all that, we had a baby girl in December of 05.  All looked good until the doctor had decided to tell me when I was all alone that little Madi needs to be looked at very closely, she does have a risk of dying (For you ladies, I was tested + for strep...I am allergic to the penicillen family so they had to give me a different antibiotic that isnt as effective as the other.) and i just broke out into tears, and he had the nerve to deliver other bad news to me when I was alone....grrrr....he told me that she also has very bad hip dyslpasia.  What the heck was that?????He said her hips were under developed and they were constantly out of socket.  He told me that Madisen would be in a hip brace for up to a year and possibly surgeries in the future.  (This happened before Riley's major surgery.)  Before I had Madisen, I was looking for a doctor to take care of Riley's feet and found "the best one around" in Boise, but he only took patience that were a referrel from docter for a newborn or siblings of a newborn.  I was blinded with anger for a long time....why my children, they are innocent, why me...I did everything i was suppose to during my pregnancy.   The doctor suggested that we take Madisen to Boise to see this doctor right away.  We had a family fast before we took her down, and my testimony of fasting had never been stronger until that moment.  I knew everything was going to be ok with Madisen.  I felt that Madisen had this "hip dysplasia" so Riley could get the help that his little foot needed...  Madisen had the brace on for only 3 MONTHS  when the doctor told me up to a year.   We really believe that little Madi agreed to come to earth with this short trial so that her big brother could get the help he needed.  You can call it coincidence....we call it a miracle.  Two more years go by and we just had another little girl in November...let's just say she came early and fast, and yes everything is perfect with her nothing wrong other then the fact that she had to be admitted to the NICU because she dropped down to 5 lbs and wasnt eating........knock knock knock(that's me knocking on wood) as you can see know, we dont have an issue with that :)  That brings us up to date...Riley's feet couldnt be any better, Madi is all over the place and wild as can be, and Lily is the best little baby in the world....That is our Novel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-4670902878733432288?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/4670902878733432288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=4670902878733432288&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/4670902878733432288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/4670902878733432288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/02/our-past-5-12-years.html' title='OUR PAST 5 1/2 YEARS'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-4604810275623734262</id><published>2008-02-17T23:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T23:22:18.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Figuring It Out</title><content type='html'>Our page is going to keep changing until I figure this blogging thing out...HELP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-4604810275623734262?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/4604810275623734262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=4604810275623734262&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/4604810275623734262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/4604810275623734262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/02/figuring-it-out.html' title='Figuring It Out'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161233192243308075.post-2286078396026044227</id><published>2008-01-23T09:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T00:16:31.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R5dzcIv631I/AAAAAAAAAAU/78j6HYrlzNI/s1600-h/P1221100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158718825398198098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R5dzcIv631I/AAAAAAAAAAU/78j6HYrlzNI/s320/P1221100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R5dzcov632I/AAAAAAAAAAc/-8VsSUxHJjs/s1600-h/P1181078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158718833988132706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R5dzcov632I/AAAAAAAAAAc/-8VsSUxHJjs/s320/P1181078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R5dzdYv633I/AAAAAAAAAAk/AoG2bxxFQLE/s1600-h/P1221103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158718846873034610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R5dzdYv633I/AAAAAAAAAAk/AoG2bxxFQLE/s320/P1221103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not quite sure what I'm doing starting this blog out if people say it is addicting. I can't even get the stuff done during the day that I need to do let alone trying to do this.....Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161233192243308075-2286078396026044227?l=memorieswemake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/feeds/2286078396026044227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4161233192243308075&amp;postID=2286078396026044227&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/2286078396026044227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161233192243308075/posts/default/2286078396026044227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorieswemake.blogspot.com/2008/01/addicting.html' title='Addicting'/><author><name>Bill &amp;amp; Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/TIB7WFGOO6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/sErU75ZxKo4/S220/girls.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8AFpK2jkALg/R5dzcIv631I/AAAAAAAAAAU/78j6HYrlzNI/s72-c/P1221100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
