<?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-509107818348593785</id><updated>2012-01-29T21:17:30.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Little Moments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>176</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-5921912934633255896</id><published>2012-01-12T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T21:17:30.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of Kaelyn's favorites...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of Kaelyn's favorite Christmas presents is that we signed her up for her very first dance class. She is in&amp;nbsp;a ballet class. Her first day was on January 3rd. Her class starts at 5:30 at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So of course by 3:30 she was ready to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b0xzajJQUAI/Tw-VMx0W4dI/AAAAAAAACJg/PpiBoYFO0ts/s1600/2012+01+03+Kaelyn+on+her+first+day+of+ballet+2+hrs+early+%25285%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b0xzajJQUAI/Tw-VMx0W4dI/AAAAAAAACJg/PpiBoYFO0ts/s320/2012+01+03+Kaelyn+on+her+first+day+of+ballet+2+hrs+early+%25285%2529.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was overflowing with excitement and anticipation.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sf_qwDnskgU/Tw-VQgmn3bI/AAAAAAAACJo/6u_ZB5w-XzQ/s1600/2012+01+03+Kaelyn+on+her+first+day+of+ballet+2+hrs+early+%25287%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sf_qwDnskgU/Tw-VQgmn3bI/AAAAAAAACJo/6u_ZB5w-XzQ/s320/2012+01+03+Kaelyn+on+her+first+day+of+ballet+2+hrs+early+%25287%2529.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And all sorts of cuteness.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nhEGRadBYGM/Tw-VUESD5UI/AAAAAAAACJw/tB_5HZ1F2o0/s1600/2012+01+03+Kylie+and+Kaelyn+hugging.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nhEGRadBYGM/Tw-VUESD5UI/AAAAAAAACJw/tB_5HZ1F2o0/s320/2012+01+03+Kylie+and+Kaelyn+hugging.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was especially huggy and happy. So cute.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a little video of her in class. She had such a good time. At times she seemed rather graceful, and other times not so much. However, she was adorable the whole time. We are all looking forward to seeing her learn and try new things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fb59d77589d54e4" 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://v1.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0fb59d77589d54e4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174805%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D51B6AE70E171148F37F94A6A7F59603AAC5348E1.21955E5E985A7883A6DE0E7BBA80FA1A86C30AFC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb59d77589d54e4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DP2uJYoF0NbOafT0sKA7rTJIZM40&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://v1.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0fb59d77589d54e4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174805%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D51B6AE70E171148F37F94A6A7F59603AAC5348E1.21955E5E985A7883A6DE0E7BBA80FA1A86C30AFC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb59d77589d54e4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DP2uJYoF0NbOafT0sKA7rTJIZM40&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was so much fun to watch her that first class. I forgot to tell you about the very&amp;nbsp;best part of that class. When they&amp;nbsp;were all done the teacher was stamping their hands and asked each of the girls what they wanted to be when&amp;nbsp;they grow up.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Of a class of five girls three of them wanted to be princesses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Not Kaelyn though, she quickly responded with, "A Paleontologist." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Oh!" Ms. Mary said very taken aback.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Because I love dinosaurs and I want to dig up their bones."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love that kid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-5921912934633255896?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/5921912934633255896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=5921912934633255896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/5921912934633255896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/5921912934633255896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-of-kaelyns-favorites.html' title='One of Kaelyn&apos;s favorites...'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b0xzajJQUAI/Tw-VMx0W4dI/AAAAAAAACJg/PpiBoYFO0ts/s72-c/2012+01+03+Kaelyn+on+her+first+day+of+ballet+2+hrs+early+%25285%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-7978102971996287404</id><published>2012-01-08T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T22:11:46.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting Pretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So guess who has learned a new trick? Alyssa has started sitting up all by herself. She is pretty good at it too. The day after I took this video she spent about 10 minutes sitting on the floor playing with some of her toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-51ed0588bc100669" 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://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D51ed0588bc100669%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174805%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D873C00333C853F37C637D47D330FDD1A5F8884F.14531C003EEFA66B9D54D27C9B6C25CD909579AC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D51ed0588bc100669%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZRn5BI-IFMfG00ZCmpBnTYieDU8&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://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D51ed0588bc100669%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174805%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D873C00333C853F37C637D47D330FDD1A5F8884F.14531C003EEFA66B9D54D27C9B6C25CD909579AC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D51ed0588bc100669%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZRn5BI-IFMfG00ZCmpBnTYieDU8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The best part is how incredibly proud of herself she is every single time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love it, and I love watching her grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-7978102971996287404?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/7978102971996287404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=7978102971996287404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/7978102971996287404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/7978102971996287404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2012/01/sitting-pretty.html' title='Sitting Pretty'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-2464106279191431994</id><published>2012-01-07T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T21:49:13.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year. New you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IEIsbR2LMdU/TwkgsEKB4oI/AAAAAAAACJQ/crJrb4qNmqQ/s1600/2011+12+30+Before+Skye+went+to+Gene+Juarez.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IEIsbR2LMdU/TwkgsEKB4oI/AAAAAAAACJQ/crJrb4qNmqQ/s320/2011+12+30+Before+Skye+went+to+Gene+Juarez.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It happens every time. When I have a baby I take a few months off from even trying to look good. I mean when you&amp;nbsp;have a new baby you also have baby&amp;nbsp;weight, and you feel like a zombie because well let's face it newborns don't sleep much. It is hard for me to want to put forth the effort to look good when&amp;nbsp;I don't really feel good.&amp;nbsp;As far as the health and beauty aisle I have always been a fairly low maintenance girl, but right after having a baby I am even more so. I spend maybe 10 minutes getting ready each morning.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;usually stick to the bare essentials: get dressed, brush my teeth, put on deodorant, and put my hair in the infamous "mom pony".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Eventually, after life with the new baby has settled into a bit of a&amp;nbsp;routine,&amp;nbsp;I get tired of feeling (and looking) frumpy and have to do something about it. Usually that something has been a hacking off my hair and getting a new cut. Jon predicted my change of heart this time around and in talking about it we decided that for Christmas he could get me a gift certificate to a salon so I could go and get a new haircut and with it a new outlook on life.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m-W7DtORUjw/Twkg6HByIoI/AAAAAAAACJY/u4k7uSjE5Ww/s1600/2011+12+30+Skye+after+Gene+Juarez.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m-W7DtORUjw/Twkg6HByIoI/AAAAAAAACJY/u4k7uSjE5Ww/s320/2011+12+30+Skye+after+Gene+Juarez.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿On December 30th, Jon watched all of the girls for me and I headed off for a few hours at the salon.&amp;nbsp;It was actually&amp;nbsp;only the second time in her life that I have left Alyssa for more than an hour. (The first being the day before when we went to the temple.) It was fantastically fun! Included in my gift package was a haircut and style, a mini mineral make up lesson, a eyebrow waxing, and a manicure. I learned a lot from my make up lesson and the hair stylist. I gained a little more confidence in my ability to do my own hair and make up.&amp;nbsp;In fact,&amp;nbsp;I think I put on make up at least 4 days this week! It is always amazing to me how much better I feel when I know that I look good. It has got me thinking, maybe it is worth the time and effort after all. The girl who cut my hair asked if I was going to wait another 20 months before getting my hair cut again, and I think I have to&amp;nbsp;answer&amp;nbsp;no. Because I have learned that contrary to what I said earlier in this post ("It is hard for me to want to put forth the effort to look good when&amp;nbsp;I don't really feel good.") when I put forth the effort to look good I usually end up feeling good. Interesting little fact, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-2464106279191431994?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/2464106279191431994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=2464106279191431994' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/2464106279191431994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/2464106279191431994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-new-you.html' title='New Year. New you.'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IEIsbR2LMdU/TwkgsEKB4oI/AAAAAAAACJQ/crJrb4qNmqQ/s72-c/2011+12+30+Before+Skye+went+to+Gene+Juarez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-6701851626956611820</id><published>2011-12-29T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T15:59:38.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3:00 in the Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I got the idea for this post from a friend. In case you ever wondered what we are up to at 3:00 on a Saturday&amp;nbsp;afternoon, it might look something like this... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nb_qU27Pkp4/Tvz85v4HhEI/AAAAAAAACIc/DVauiSG1mw4/s1600/2011+10+25+3+in+the+afternoon+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nb_qU27Pkp4/Tvz85v4HhEI/AAAAAAAACIc/DVauiSG1mw4/s320/2011+10+25+3+in+the+afternoon+%25281%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jon working on the computer&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U7jXFkT1xmw/Tvz9OhXyF5I/AAAAAAAACI8/_mvwF_w9Hf4/s1600/2011+10+25+3+in+the+afternoon+%25285%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U7jXFkT1xmw/Tvz9OhXyF5I/AAAAAAAACI8/_mvwF_w9Hf4/s320/2011+10+25+3+in+the+afternoon+%25285%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kaelyn playing up in her room&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Pw2Nxff3xU/Tvz8_Rjh70I/AAAAAAAACIk/skZutLK2VNQ/s1600/2011+10+25+3+in+the+afternoon+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Pw2Nxff3xU/Tvz8_Rjh70I/AAAAAAAACIk/skZutLK2VNQ/s320/2011+10+25+3+in+the+afternoon+%25282%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Kylie napping on the couch with her Aunt Katie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CWlj39h4MRg/Tvz9EugmZ3I/AAAAAAAACIs/1NpuXlbkcJw/s1600/2011+10+25+3+in+the+afternoon+%25284%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CWlj39h4MRg/Tvz9EugmZ3I/AAAAAAAACIs/1NpuXlbkcJw/s320/2011+10+25+3+in+the+afternoon+%25284%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alyssa napping on a different couch (long before she learned to roll over)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HHOy1DFC0cU/Tvz9JctTdfI/AAAAAAAACI0/HPXoMpoU180/s1600/2011+10+25+3+in+the+afternoon+%25287%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HHOy1DFC0cU/Tvz9JctTdfI/AAAAAAAACI0/HPXoMpoU180/s320/2011+10+25+3+in+the+afternoon+%25287%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And me taking advantage of those naps and working down in the basement.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-6701851626956611820?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/6701851626956611820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=6701851626956611820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/6701851626956611820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/6701851626956611820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2011/12/300-in-afternoon.html' title='3:00 in the Afternoon'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nb_qU27Pkp4/Tvz85v4HhEI/AAAAAAAACIc/DVauiSG1mw4/s72-c/2011+10+25+3+in+the+afternoon+%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-4201763026932074608</id><published>2011-12-29T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T20:20:22.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AHOaK3njJSQ/Tvz1luFtMVI/AAAAAAAACIQ/GwA1Jyft3Fs/s1600/2011+09+21+Alyssa+the+candy+corn+%252811%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AHOaK3njJSQ/Tvz1luFtMVI/AAAAAAAACIQ/GwA1Jyft3Fs/s320/2011+09+21+Alyssa+the+candy+corn+%252811%2529.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0-Z_7qtIRvo/Tvz0185eMzI/AAAAAAAACIE/CzwSj1Y5FUw/s1600/DSCN0759.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0-Z_7qtIRvo/Tvz0185eMzI/AAAAAAAACIE/CzwSj1Y5FUw/s320/DSCN0759.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Our Halloween, while forever ago, was a fun one. While we brought home over 50 pounds of pumpkin we only ended up carving one of them, Kaelyn's. So that one was her design. It has 6 tiny teeth and awesome star eyes. We celebrated by attending the ward's annual trunk-or-treat. An event&amp;nbsp;that is guaranteed to send&amp;nbsp;pretty much anyone into sugar shock. Two months later my kids still have candy in their bags!&amp;nbsp;﻿Kaelyn invited her friend Zoe to go with us to that. So pictured below are Kaelyn (as Annie from "Little Einsteins"), Zoe (as a fairy), and Kylie (The purple princess).&amp;nbsp; Alyssa, I am pleased to say, still fit in her candy corn costume on Halloween night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kOBc-V67oE0/Tvz0rJKSWYI/AAAAAAAACH8/3Aku7j_QhHg/s1600/DSC_2023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kOBc-V67oE0/Tvz0rJKSWYI/AAAAAAAACH8/3Aku7j_QhHg/s400/DSC_2023.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In case you don't know who Annie is...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SXIJpDhcMcE/Tv07bZsLLeI/AAAAAAAACJI/G01fo3YxgTU/s1600/annie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SXIJpDhcMcE/Tv07bZsLLeI/AAAAAAAACJI/G01fo3YxgTU/s320/annie.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's the one in the purple box. How'd we do?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My favorite part about this Halloween was that all of my kids asked to dress up as something easy. Their&amp;nbsp;costumes were made of things I already had on hand. I didn't have to go out and buy anything. Which was certainly a plus since Jon's first day of work (after 5 months of unemployment) was on October 28th. The girls also enjoyed trick-or-treating on our small road. Most of the houses that were home said that it has been over 10 years since they last had trick-or-treaters come!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-4201763026932074608?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/4201763026932074608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=4201763026932074608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/4201763026932074608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/4201763026932074608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AHOaK3njJSQ/Tvz1luFtMVI/AAAAAAAACIQ/GwA1Jyft3Fs/s72-c/2011+09+21+Alyssa+the+candy+corn+%252811%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-983363752259129556</id><published>2011-12-29T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T15:09:01.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's a super star!</title><content type='html'>So the next big thing to catch you all up on is a big deal to me. On Aug. 24th we started potty training Kylie. Our goal was for her to be diaper free during the days. I was prepared for a long drawn out painful process, I have never felt as much of a failure as&amp;nbsp;I do when attempting the whole potty training thing. I've heard it said that they can give you something to deal with the pain of childbirth, but really they should come up with something for potty training and drivers ed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought a big old bag of M&amp;amp;Ms and put them in a jar labeled "Potty Prize" whenever she was successful on the potty she would get to hand out a potty prize to everyone that was home including herself. It didn't take long before she adopted the whole "one for me one for you" tactic. I didn't fight it&amp;nbsp;though. We figured staying positive about the entire potty experience was more important than conserving the candy. On the second night she refused to put on a diaper with her pjs and she has been diaper free ever since. The first week was painful, with lots of accidents I was so worried that we were in for a repeat experience. However, I realized one important difference in my two potty training experiences. Kylie was running to me saying that she needed to pee while it was running down her leg. She recognized that she needed to go, wahoo! Then somewhere around day 8 it just clicked.&amp;nbsp; It was so easy, well as easy as potty training ever could be for me. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, we still have to remind her to go, but she rarely misses anymore. I am so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not kidding, she is a SUPER STAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-983363752259129556?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/983363752259129556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=983363752259129556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/983363752259129556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/983363752259129556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2011/12/shes-super-star.html' title='She&apos;s a super star!'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-4172301312594286126</id><published>2011-12-26T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T10:09:01.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to all (to be continued...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gFdYc_zMQ5I/Tvfgy5LibQI/AAAAAAAACG4/G1lwfUfrBDA/s1600/2011+12+25+Christmas+morning+%252822%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gFdYc_zMQ5I/Tvfgy5LibQI/AAAAAAAACG4/G1lwfUfrBDA/s400/2011+12+25+Christmas+morning+%252822%2529.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We hope that you all had a wonderful Christmas day. We certainly did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjSd_mk1N2g/TvgOMsz4OeI/AAAAAAAACHA/g_xiQ89i1hE/s1600/2011+12+25+Christmas+morning+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjSd_mk1N2g/TvgOMsz4OeI/AAAAAAAACHA/g_xiQ89i1hE/s320/2011+12+25+Christmas+morning+%25282%2529.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm happy to report that everyone was surprised/thrilled about their presents at least once today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bWF4E3Yhpe8/TvgOSPZTA6I/AAAAAAAACHI/WD4b7Hk4cjM/s1600/2011+12+25+Christmas+morning+%252810%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bWF4E3Yhpe8/TvgOSPZTA6I/AAAAAAAACHI/WD4b7Hk4cjM/s320/2011+12+25+Christmas+morning+%252810%2529.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jon got tickets to a Mariners game.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pQEFnPj6w5I/TvgObPk5gwI/AAAAAAAACHY/RZ-cb0ZjLkQ/s1600/2011+12+25+Christmas+morning+%252812%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pQEFnPj6w5I/TvgObPk5gwI/AAAAAAAACHY/RZ-cb0ZjLkQ/s320/2011+12+25+Christmas+morning+%252812%2529.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kaelyn found out she gets to start ballet classes next week.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-caw-qqK7Sdg/TvgOWAwElqI/AAAAAAAACHQ/b668Fp2GqRE/s1600/2011+12+25+Christmas+morning+%252811%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-caw-qqK7Sdg/TvgOWAwElqI/AAAAAAAACHQ/b668Fp2GqRE/s320/2011+12+25+Christmas+morning+%252811%2529.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kylie got barbies and fairies all at the same time!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FQfDjSof7ag/TvgOfpjqLOI/AAAAAAAACHg/4oy4TWsWKd4/s1600/2011+12+25+Christmas+morning+%252819%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FQfDjSof7ag/TvgOfpjqLOI/AAAAAAAACHg/4oy4TWsWKd4/s320/2011+12+25+Christmas+morning+%252819%2529.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alyssa got to eat wrapping paper. Err, I mean&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;she got to open&amp;nbsp;so&lt;/span&gt;me presents too.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xx-g2VjezF0/TvgOkUJ7FpI/AAAAAAAACHo/1q0_uZfsqoE/s1600/2011+12+25+Christmas+morning+%252828%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xx-g2VjezF0/TvgOkUJ7FpI/AAAAAAAACHo/1q0_uZfsqoE/s320/2011+12+25+Christmas+morning+%252828%2529.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LANuJzEELRA/TvgOpBmCu7I/AAAAAAAACHw/0pNjvJKj1yA/s1600/2011+12+25+Christmas+morning+%252825%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LANuJzEELRA/TvgOpBmCu7I/AAAAAAAACHw/0pNjvJKj1yA/s320/2011+12+25+Christmas+morning+%252825%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-4172301312594286126?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/4172301312594286126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=4172301312594286126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/4172301312594286126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/4172301312594286126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-to-all-to-be-continued.html' title='Merry Christmas to all (to be continued...)'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gFdYc_zMQ5I/Tvfgy5LibQI/AAAAAAAACG4/G1lwfUfrBDA/s72-c/2011+12+25+Christmas+morning+%252822%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-458355146774628353</id><published>2011-12-11T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T10:17:00.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm frustrated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'll openly admit that I don't watch much TV, but this month I find myself feeling a bit of a Grinch. Could it be because I keep seeing garbage like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/Ta-67WWZ49Q/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ta-67WWZ49Q&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ta-67WWZ49Q&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep, completely thoughtless gifts. "I'd like it so you must like it too." Classic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then there is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/ofJcXZyHShM/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ofJcXZyHShM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ofJcXZyHShM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"No one ever wished for a smaller gift."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There are countless other commercials that I find very annoying and somewhat offensive. This years commercials&amp;nbsp;aren't on youtube yet.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My point is that with the bad case of gimme that kids get this time of year, the&amp;nbsp;idea that&amp;nbsp;only an expensive gift says "I love you", and the you might not get the gift you want so buy it for yourself now attitude are disgusting to me. That yucky feeling is all around in stores right now, check out the black friday craziness!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/D_KwxvGnq5o/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D_KwxvGnq5o&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D_KwxvGnq5o&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It leads me to wonder are we celebrating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Christmas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giftsmas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I hope that in all the craziness of this holiday season we are each able to feel the true spirit of Christmas. To reflect on the birth of our savior Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/PxKas2Mcjg4/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PxKas2Mcjg4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PxKas2Mcjg4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And may I just say my experience this year has firmed up my resolve to NEVER shop for gifts after Thanksgiving ever again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-458355146774628353?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/458355146774628353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=458355146774628353' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/458355146774628353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/458355146774628353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-frustrated.html' title='I&apos;m frustrated.'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-474209649030699326</id><published>2011-11-07T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T11:00:59.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have gotten far too far behind with blogging life's&amp;nbsp;little (and not so little) moments. I need to work on that, in fact by sitting here I am doing exactly that. This is a story about how August soooo did not start out the way I expected it to. So climb into your time machine. We are going back, back back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was&amp;nbsp;a Thursday, Aug 4th to be precise, and I was making dinner when my phone rang. &amp;nbsp;It was my parents on speaker phone telling me that my grandpa (the only grandparent I have left living) had decided that he was quite done living and was on his second day of refusing to eat or drink anything. He'd had a terrible month medically speaking and was very discouraged and sick of dealing with stuff. My parents were letting all of their kids know that the end was near for him. It was a brief phone call, but as I hung up I felt as though I had been punched in the stomach (that&amp;nbsp;is bad news no matter how gently you share it). I ran up to my room and started&amp;nbsp;sobbing. At first I was angry; you don't get to choose when you die! Then as I thought about it I stopped feeling angry. After all my grandpa has lived a long full life. He is such a good man, and his sweetheart died 8 years ago. I could understand why he wasn't exactly thrilled about continuing in this frail existence. It didn't take long for my anger to melt into loneliness though, I wanted nothing more than to be able to tell him how much I love him and to say goodbye. Unfortunately, I could think of no way to make it back to Utah. I was devastated and cried my heart out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was very grateful when Jon got home from wherever it was he'd been that night, and came up to comfort me. He had a clear head and reminded me that his parents had already been planning to drive down to Utah the next night to pick up their kids who had been working at various summer camps for the month of July. We asked them if Alyssa and I could ride down with them and they rearranged things so that we could. I will be forever grateful for their kindness. It was not convenient, but they made possible. So I went to bed that night, planning to head to Utah the next day at 5 pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Friday morning after breakfast I started a load of Alyssa's laundry and climbed into the shower. While I was in there my dad called to see what my plans were.&amp;nbsp;Jon told my dad, "Skye and Alyssa are already going with my parents." My dad then offered to fly Jon, Kaelyn, and Kylie down.&amp;nbsp;Jon thanked him but had to decline because he felt that he really needed to stay and keep looking for work. After I was out of the shower Jon told me about his conversation with my dad. I figured I ought to give my dad a call. He sounded somewhat forlorn as we talked, that is until he realized I had not left yet Seattle. He almost pleaded with me to let him fly me and the girls down because "he was really hoping to be with all of my girls." And let's be honest, while I felt bad that he would be spending so much on me and the girls, I wasn't going to say no. Flying&amp;nbsp;two hours with a newborn is vastly preferable to driving 15 hours with one! So I got online to find tickets. Our flight left at 2:00 in the afternoon. I have never packed for a week long trip so fast! Alyssa's laundry went into the suitcase wet in a plastic bag because I didn't have time to dry it. We decided that since I was flying with the girls Jon could drive down with his parents that night and be emotional support for me. I was nervous to fly alone with all three of my girls, but through the Lord's tender mercies it went remarkably smoothly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bX_4O5ETpqs/TpuwGnGPtxI/AAAAAAAAB-E/9aBwGZ1tBiY/s1600/2011+08+05+%25282%2529+Grandpa+with+his+girls.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bX_4O5ETpqs/TpuwGnGPtxI/AAAAAAAAB-E/9aBwGZ1tBiY/s320/2011+08+05+%25282%2529+Grandpa+with+his+girls.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandpa L. picked up these cute girls at the airport.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;After my dad had picked us up we stopped at Costco to get some things. While there Jon called me to ask if he should really come down with his parents. He had doubts as to whether or not it was wise to leave the state,&amp;nbsp;because maybe some company would decide to call him in for an interview. After much hemming and hawing we decided that he should come. I figured I would need the emotional support and someone who could take 100% care of my girls&amp;nbsp;if and when we ended up attending a funeral. They drove to his grandma's house in eastern Washington that Friday night and finished&amp;nbsp;traveling on Saturday August 6th. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our 9th wedding anniversary&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As a side note: I don't know why, but there always seems to be&amp;nbsp;something family related going on&amp;nbsp;the day of our anniversary. I was not a fan of spending it&amp;nbsp;apart, but we had celebrated&amp;nbsp;earlier in the week&amp;nbsp;since&amp;nbsp;we knew Jon's parents (our&amp;nbsp;babysitters for the night) would be out of town on our actual anniversary.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We didn't arrive at my parents house, thanks to some nasty traffic problems until about 8:30 Friday&amp;nbsp;night. As such I put my girls to bed and resolved that it would be better to go and visit my grandpa in the morning. My parents house was so somber. It certainly had a feeling of waiting for the next shoe to drop. While the reason we were gathering was not a happy one I was glad to be able to be with my family again. When I thought I would be driving down with Jon's parents I thought it would be fun to make it a surprise and show up at their house. I planned in my head that I would put a note on Alyssa's car seat that said, "Let me be your silver lining.", ring the doorbell and hide to let them find her there. While I didn't get to do that seeing my parents meet their newest grandbaby was&amp;nbsp;a silver lining to my day. I went to bed that night full&amp;nbsp;of nerves and worry about the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;By the time I was up and dressed the next morning the mood of the household was greatly lifted. My mom had returned from helping Grandpa&amp;nbsp;get out of bed for the morning. She was pleased (well pleased is to mild a word, but I can't think of a better one right now.) to report that Grandpa had changed his mind a was willing to keep trying to live. That sounds so strange, but I was so grateful. I was so relieved that I would now get to go and visit my grandpa and tell him how much I love him and all of that good stuff minus the say goodbye part. With that single announcement my trip to Utah took a drastic turn. I was now on a week long vacation to visit my family. What's more it was a trip to Utah that did not have every single day planned out. I was able to focus on family and spontaneous fun. Since all of my siblings were in town everyone got to meet Alyssa, something that I did not expect to have happen until much later in her life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E1Jwq1_PgnU/TpuwNEyErfI/AAAAAAAAB-M/f0_EHhgdMNA/s1600/2011+08+06+%25286%2529+Alyssa+and+Reed+meet.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E1Jwq1_PgnU/TpuwNEyErfI/AAAAAAAAB-M/f0_EHhgdMNA/s320/2011+08+06+%25286%2529+Alyssa+and+Reed+meet.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reed and Alyssa meet for the first time.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I took my girls over to Grandpa's house on Saturday morning after breakfast. I cannot even begin to express the joy it was to share going to that home with them. The girls played with the toys I played with as a child they got berries and peas from the garden. It was absolutely perfect. Grandpa seemed very much like himself, but tired. He even held Alyssa for a little bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5PktCBJY_7A/TqT-wwS6AmI/AAAAAAAACDs/8xJubvOpdvY/s1600/2011+08+06+KSL+Alyssa+meets+Grandpa+A.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5PktCBJY_7A/TqT-wwS6AmI/AAAAAAAACDs/8xJubvOpdvY/s320/2011+08+06+KSL+Alyssa+meets+Grandpa+A.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Four generations&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Later in the week I took a photographic tour of Grandpa's house capturing things the way I remember them. I feel like the pictures turned out well because each of them floods me with memories. Not much has changed there in the past 20 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IMLcyeV2U0Q/TpuyG5s265I/AAAAAAAAB_s/7JlUooE-21I/s1600/2011+08+09+Tour+of+Averett+home+%252812%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IMLcyeV2U0Q/TpuyG5s265I/AAAAAAAAB_s/7JlUooE-21I/s320/2011+08+09+Tour+of+Averett+home+%252812%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aY2USbUt6Oo/TpuyLTqqNWI/AAAAAAAAB_0/TuEhPhnJ8sQ/s1600/2011+08+09+Tour+of+Averett+home+%252820%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aY2USbUt6Oo/TpuyLTqqNWI/AAAAAAAAB_0/TuEhPhnJ8sQ/s320/2011+08+09+Tour+of+Averett+home+%252820%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kn2f4HU1Zzg/TpuwSwkwGII/AAAAAAAAB-U/pfQxV_AlJOE/s1600/2011+08+06+%252815%2529+Peas+from+Grandpa+Averetts+garden.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kn2f4HU1Zzg/TpuwSwkwGII/AAAAAAAAB-U/pfQxV_AlJOE/s320/2011+08+06+%252815%2529+Peas+from+Grandpa+Averetts+garden.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Saturday evening I took my girls to the Fair Days parade. Taking the kids to a parade was on my list of things to do in 2011, so I was excited to have the opportunity. They really seemed to enjoy it, and Alyssa slept through the whole thing. I thoroughly enjoyed spending a day where I grew up doing things that brought back so many pleasant memories of&amp;nbsp;childhood. Saturday was interesting because during the course of the day both Jon's mom and my mom realized that the entire Mathews and Loertscher families were ALL going to be in Utah at the same time. Something that&amp;nbsp;hasn't happened since our wedding day, and may never happen again. This was an opportunity we did not want to pass up, so we thought we'd bless Alyssa while we were down there. So it turns out that it is a REALLY good thing that Jon decided to come down, like I said in my title, it was another unexpected blessing of that trip. We got permission from all of the church leaders we needed to and arranged to do so in the evening on Sunday Aug 7th at my parents house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S7-jm2TekUw/TpuzPagHQ5I/AAAAAAAACAU/oYTpLSpDHnI/s1600/2011+08+14+Alyssa+in+blessing+dress+take+2+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S7-jm2TekUw/TpuzPagHQ5I/AAAAAAAACAU/oYTpLSpDHnI/s320/2011+08+14+Alyssa+in+blessing+dress+take+2+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rOHKSKiPfCw/TpuwgCt82GI/AAAAAAAAB-c/nDGMUuzxu60/s1600/2011+08+07+AMC+%25285%2529+Skye+Alyssa+and+Grandpa+Reed+Averett.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rOHKSKiPfCw/TpuwgCt82GI/AAAAAAAAB-c/nDGMUuzxu60/s320/2011+08+07+AMC+%25285%2529+Skye+Alyssa+and+Grandpa+Reed+Averett.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My grandpa even felt well enough to come and participate in her blessing!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was so&amp;nbsp;grateful for that beautiful experience. To be surrounded by our wonderful families, I could not have asked for more. During her blessing my little Alyssa Eloise was alert and attentive. I couldn't believe how quiet she was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-urzVuu2rXUQ/Tpuyn7JTJ8I/AAAAAAAACAE/wZWlMXXrjj8/s320/2011+08+07+%252811%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a beautiful blessing.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3AOao2YN5Vo/Tpuyr-YtMjI/AAAAAAAACAM/MDxLcocsD0g/s1600/2011+08+07+%252817%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3AOao2YN5Vo/Tpuyr-YtMjI/AAAAAAAACAM/MDxLcocsD0g/s320/2011+08+07+%252817%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The fact that we had not been planning to bless Alyssa on this trip meant that we were unprepared for the event. The blessing dress that both of my older girls wore on their blessing days was hanging in the closet at&amp;nbsp; home in Washington. My brother and sister in law were kind enough to let us borrow the dress their girls wore. Thanks again Quinn and Dawnie! I also didn't have my DSLR, I only had my little point and shoot camera. Hence the ok, but not great pictures. It didn't help that Alyssa had a diaper blow out after I had only taken about 3 pictures. I kind of wish that we had taken a picture of both our families together. Oh well. Here is the whole Mathews clan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aASNA0UwZOA/Tpu4mkqkVmI/AAAAAAAACAk/E8aH0zxiD7w/s1600/293298_10150348971643694_644098693_9655806_1855183_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aASNA0UwZOA/Tpu4mkqkVmI/AAAAAAAACAk/E8aH0zxiD7w/s320/293298_10150348971643694_644098693_9655806_1855183_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The remainder of my trip was lots of fun. It was filled with pool parties, cousin sleepovers, and other fun things. We enjoyed a day at the lake with my family. A picnic with Jon's family.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tCpTDALuimc/Tpux8jyLc_I/AAAAAAAAB_c/sZSRGmmUEmM/s1600/2011+08+11+TC+Day+at+Deer+Creek+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tCpTDALuimc/Tpux8jyLc_I/AAAAAAAAB_c/sZSRGmmUEmM/s320/2011+08+11+TC+Day+at+Deer+Creek+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XXDpDKmfCGY/Tpu2AJuCnPI/AAAAAAAACAc/wzCwOiST3o4/s1600/2011+08+08+Pool+party+at+grandmas+%25288%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XXDpDKmfCGY/Tpu2AJuCnPI/AAAAAAAACAc/wzCwOiST3o4/s320/2011+08+08+Pool+party+at+grandmas+%25288%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u5MQNeGo_AA/TpuxM1VzsNI/AAAAAAAAB-s/owkXOQyPCoM/s1600/2011+08+10+AMC+Grandma+Sue+with+Zeke+and+Reed.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u5MQNeGo_AA/TpuxM1VzsNI/AAAAAAAAB-s/owkXOQyPCoM/s320/2011+08+10+AMC+Grandma+Sue+with+Zeke+and+Reed.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8aNnrN84ORo/TpuxUyspS5I/AAAAAAAAB-0/Uo33UbRFVRc/s1600/2011+08+10+AMC+Tyler+helps+Kaelyn+take+her+turn.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8aNnrN84ORo/TpuxUyspS5I/AAAAAAAAB-0/Uo33UbRFVRc/s320/2011+08+10+AMC+Tyler+helps+Kaelyn+take+her+turn.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids loved ﻿using the hand crank ice cream machine.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aei5RCjPLnU/TpuxfwMIJSI/AAAAAAAAB-8/7T01iDKtgYc/s1600/2011+08+11+TC+Day+at+Deer+Creek+%25287%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aei5RCjPLnU/TpuxfwMIJSI/AAAAAAAAB-8/7T01iDKtgYc/s320/2011+08+11+TC+Day+at+Deer+Creek+%25287%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C9CxRQR6Fzw/TpuxkeoQR8I/AAAAAAAAB_E/7VyY_xfiYc4/s1600/2011+08+10+Cousin+sleepover+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C9CxRQR6Fzw/TpuxkeoQR8I/AAAAAAAAB_E/7VyY_xfiYc4/s320/2011+08+10+Cousin+sleepover+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFLfikydyN4/TpuxqoVo0DI/AAAAAAAAB_M/UPuvmB5TeG4/s1600/2011+08+13+Cascade+springs+%25287%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFLfikydyN4/TpuxqoVo0DI/AAAAAAAAB_M/UPuvmB5TeG4/s320/2011+08+13+Cascade+springs+%25287%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Saturday some of us went up to walk/hike the Cascade Springs trails.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M6xH_3PMng4/Tpuxzjv6s1I/AAAAAAAAB_U/qIqv1GM3MzQ/s1600/2011+08+13+TC+Cascade+Springs+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M6xH_3PMng4/Tpuxzjv6s1I/AAAAAAAAB_U/qIqv1GM3MzQ/s320/2011+08+13+TC+Cascade+Springs+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another unexpected blessing of this trip is that I got to attend my niece, Brielle's first birthday party. It was so nice to be with my family again. I look forward to visiting with them again soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2LURQEzOeys/TpuyC8ta7SI/AAAAAAAAB_k/bNoLbwWuXOM/s1600/2011+08+13+Brielle+the+birthday+girl.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2LURQEzOeys/TpuyC8ta7SI/AAAAAAAAB_k/bNoLbwWuXOM/s320/2011+08+13+Brielle+the+birthday+girl.JPG" width="240" /&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/509107818348593785-474209649030699326?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/474209649030699326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=474209649030699326' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/474209649030699326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/474209649030699326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2011/11/unexpected-blessings.html' title='Unexpected Blessings'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bX_4O5ETpqs/TpuwGnGPtxI/AAAAAAAAB-E/9aBwGZ1tBiY/s72-c/2011+08+05+%25282%2529+Grandpa+with+his+girls.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-2968484233698957282</id><published>2011-10-16T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T23:41:41.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The definition of insanity...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Back when Kaelyn was born we&amp;nbsp;made it a goal to have family pictures taken every fall along with the kids individual school pictures. You know, sometime in August or September. This is not how it has played out in&amp;nbsp;reality. Usually it is more like December, and&amp;nbsp;we didn't even get around to it in 2010!&amp;nbsp;I got my DSLR in April of 2008 and was so excited that after I had learned to master that camera I could save a lot of money by taking those family pictures myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I first attempted to do so in 2009, but with more than one failed photo session that year&amp;nbsp;I decided that it is simply too hard to be both the mom and the photographer! The mom in me desperately wants a nice photograph to send to the grandparents, something frame worthy. The photographer in me knows how to coax a smile, the mom in me only seems to get those pained grimaces that magically only exist when the camera is out. Not&amp;nbsp;only that, but being on both sides of the lens it quite the challenge. It is very hard to get everyone smiling and looking at the camera in the instant that the 10 second timer on the camera runs up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Since that went so well it seemed only logical that this month (Oct) I figured it was time to try again. I am very pleased to report that things turned out much better this year than they did in 2009. That is thanks to&amp;nbsp;a lot more experience, a remote control, and a little photoshop magic.&amp;nbsp;I am convinced it is impossible to get everybody looking at the camera and smiling if you aren't behind the lens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mu7h7oHK_lY/TpvBnUzFPKI/AAAAAAAACBM/guQcl81ZJG8/s1600/DSC_1926+1927+1944+combo+edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mu7h7oHK_lY/TpvBnUzFPKI/AAAAAAAACBM/guQcl81ZJG8/s400/DSC_1926+1927+1944+combo+edit.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZHCgxWG2_w/Tpu8HkpTfeI/AAAAAAAACA0/Jstqs_AV1QE/s1600/DSC_1877.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZHCgxWG2_w/Tpu8HkpTfeI/AAAAAAAACA0/Jstqs_AV1QE/s320/DSC_1877.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vSGe0og0ITw/Tpu7muY2ztI/AAAAAAAACAs/JbADrKXPSj4/s320/DSC_1681.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DOJhXVqsiuE/Tpu8hM4CoMI/AAAAAAAACBE/bsksUgsV4Og/s1600/DSC_2009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DOJhXVqsiuE/Tpu8hM4CoMI/AAAAAAAACBE/bsksUgsV4Og/s400/DSC_2009.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That is not to say it was easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I took a whole lot of pictures that you wouldn't put on the wall, but they make me smile.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DgcKYCMrKPo/TpvBuKtZlKI/AAAAAAAACBU/m-mM7JHdfk4/s1600/DSC_1786.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DgcKYCMrKPo/TpvBuKtZlKI/AAAAAAAACBU/m-mM7JHdfk4/s320/DSC_1786.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;To this last picture I must say, "Yes, Alyssa we will be doing this every year. Get used to it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TekTaVXTRiw/TpvENDkil0I/AAAAAAAACCM/xHdDHkeQVW0/s1600/DSC_1663.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TekTaVXTRiw/TpvENDkil0I/AAAAAAAACCM/xHdDHkeQVW0/s320/DSC_1663.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-2968484233698957282?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/2968484233698957282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=2968484233698957282' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/2968484233698957282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/2968484233698957282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2011/10/definition-of-insanity.html' title='The definition of insanity...'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mu7h7oHK_lY/TpvBnUzFPKI/AAAAAAAACBM/guQcl81ZJG8/s72-c/DSC_1926+1927+1944+combo+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-2318319151228889029</id><published>2011-10-01T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T23:17:28.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome October</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NAxUnGZTVI4/TofnpmPAMxI/AAAAAAAAB9o/Nw9SbjKZj9M/s1600/DSC_1547.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NAxUnGZTVI4/TofnpmPAMxI/AAAAAAAAB9o/Nw9SbjKZj9M/s400/DSC_1547.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What a fantastic start to the month! We enjoyed watching&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/sessions/2011/10?lang=eng"&gt;General Conference&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;from home. Our kids were even a little better listeners than usual. I especially enjoyed the talks given by Elders Uchtdorf, Bednar and Ardern. I find it very interesting that last night as I was going to bed&amp;nbsp;I decided to take a month long break from Facebook. I spend a lot of time on the computer each day and I don't feel like it is very productive at all. So to have Elder Ardern address that very topic made me feel all sorts of inspired. I know that I am going to miss out on all sorts of fun updates from my friends who live so far away, I will miss&amp;nbsp;feeling connected to you all.&amp;nbsp;However, I feel like I need to be the master of Facebook and not let it be the master of me. Since I seem to have a compulsive need to check&amp;nbsp;it every time I am near a computer I know I need a break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I also finished (well mostly finished) repairing one of our two bookcases that were badly damaged in our move here. It actually fixed up must faster and easier than I expected. I bought some backerboard, sanded it, painted it black to match the bookcase, and nailed it on. It only took me about an hour of active working time. I still need to put some L-brackets on it for extra stability, but I don't really have room for it in my bedroom just yet. We plan to move Alyssa out of our bedroom semi-soon, and I'm sure that by the time that happens I'll have both of my bookcases completely fixed and ready to go. I have been itching to work on a project lately, and this fit the bill quite well.&amp;nbsp; That and the candy corn costume pictured above. I just hope it still fits by the time Halloween rolls around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This evening while the men of the house attended the Priesthood session we went to a dinner at the pumpkin patch hosted by the farm that&amp;nbsp;Jon's parents&amp;nbsp;have been getting&amp;nbsp;a summer produce box from the past 4 months. The event was kind of a&amp;nbsp;"thanks for participating in the veggi club" thing.&amp;nbsp;I had a really good time. We got a farm fresh dinner, 50 pound of pumpkin (which turned out to be less than my head imagined), a trip through the corn maze, and little goodie bags for the kids. The girls loved climbing around on the hay bales that were set up as seating/decoration. I took the following video while laying down between a gap in the hay bales. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d83344c95c081cf7" 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://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd83344c95c081cf7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D671C882428CE0334BB29F00AC990B9A76ABFF78A.4307B9E076C429ABEEC5DFAC57AC378D13731E2C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd83344c95c081cf7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDJ8zXEX6ua38B3nwPFRUT6-8WTM&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://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd83344c95c081cf7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D671C882428CE0334BB29F00AC990B9A76ABFF78A.4307B9E076C429ABEEC5DFAC57AC378D13731E2C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd83344c95c081cf7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDJ8zXEX6ua38B3nwPFRUT6-8WTM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2PqACyvHkE/Tof1kB_RjQI/AAAAAAAAB94/BFI_uhe14BM/s1600/DSCN0719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2PqACyvHkE/Tof1kB_RjQI/AAAAAAAAB94/BFI_uhe14BM/s320/DSCN0719.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gHK6MbZi1lY/Tof1e9t-VgI/AAAAAAAAB90/KqF8HbfFmAM/s1600/DSCN0715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gHK6MbZi1lY/Tof1e9t-VgI/AAAAAAAAB90/KqF8HbfFmAM/s320/DSCN0715.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xq-Q10LDq4k/Tof1vNOE94I/AAAAAAAAB98/IHyKOjSHizY/s1600/DSCN0727.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xq-Q10LDq4k/Tof1vNOE94I/AAAAAAAAB98/IHyKOjSHizY/s320/DSCN0727.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alyssa slept through almost the whole event, which is how she usually experiences new things. I have pictures of her sleeping at the park, watching her first parade, hiking Cascade Springs, and all sorts of other&amp;nbsp;fun new&amp;nbsp;places. I think this picture is so cute though because she woke up when we were lost in the depths of the corn maze. I pulled her out of the car seat and she seemed rather confused. It was almost as though she was asking with those pretty blue eyes, "Where are we and what is up with the green walls?"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Another kid moment in the corn maze happened because&amp;nbsp;we let the girls tell us which way to go at the beginning. Kaelyn took the first few turns picking then Kylie. After we had been in there for awhile and determined that we had missed the first two stamp stations Kaelyn said in a rather dejected tone, "It's my fault. I picked the wrong way." It was at that moment I realized that I had forgotten to&amp;nbsp;set her expectations.&amp;nbsp;She would have been fine if I'd told her before hand that the point of a corn maze is to go in, wander around,&amp;nbsp;get lost, and eventually find your way&amp;nbsp;to the exit. Despite our repeated reassurances to the contrary she was convinced that it was&amp;nbsp;her fault we were lost. ﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7hc975HetV0/Tof1Um8S4vI/AAAAAAAAB9w/24cxZnAZm20/s1600/DSCN0712.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7hc975HetV0/Tof1Um8S4vI/AAAAAAAAB9w/24cxZnAZm20/s400/DSCN0712.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She cheered up substantially once we made it out of the maze and went to pick out our pumpkins though. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SEEePjYBKnk/Tof1zMoPm2I/AAAAAAAAB-A/b6AG616UYTg/s1600/DSCN0731.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SEEePjYBKnk/Tof1zMoPm2I/AAAAAAAAB-A/b6AG616UYTg/s320/DSCN0731.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;All told I'd say it was a very good day for us. Here's hoping the rest of the month follows suit. The potential is there, after all Jon got an unofficial job offer. In theory he will be starting on&amp;nbsp;Oct 10th. Wouldn't that be nice?&amp;nbsp; I'll end with the only picture I have attempted to take of my 3 girls together since the first one of them&amp;nbsp;taken in hospital on&amp;nbsp;the day Alyssa was born. I have a couple with grandparents, but none with just the 3&amp;nbsp;girls. I plan to change that this week when I take our family pictures. (Really Ann I promise I will actually do it this time!!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VJE_k9dGDdU/Tof1N9BblfI/AAAAAAAAB9s/HR4LoKAVt1Q/s1600/DSCN0735.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VJE_k9dGDdU/Tof1N9BblfI/AAAAAAAAB9s/HR4LoKAVt1Q/s400/DSCN0735.JPG" width="400" /&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/509107818348593785-2318319151228889029?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/2318319151228889029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=2318319151228889029' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/2318319151228889029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/2318319151228889029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2011/10/welcome-october.html' title='Welcome October'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NAxUnGZTVI4/TofnpmPAMxI/AAAAAAAAB9o/Nw9SbjKZj9M/s72-c/DSC_1547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-7354986567416593806</id><published>2011-09-24T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T15:06:50.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh what do you do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh what do you do on a September day, When all the sky has rain?&lt;br /&gt;Do you can lots of pears,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XXmOBLfOBGQ/Tn1On4_alxI/AAAAAAAAB9c/WE8Ku_D56E8/s1600/2011+09+17+Our+canned+pears.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XXmOBLfOBGQ/Tn1On4_alxI/AAAAAAAAB9c/WE8Ku_D56E8/s320/2011+09+17+Our+canned+pears.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PsKVhIzBiBM/Tn1OsIKgzqI/AAAAAAAAB9g/IXaqv4mL48Q/s1600/2011+09+17+Kylie+a+canning+cutie+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PsKVhIzBiBM/Tn1OsIKgzqI/AAAAAAAAB9g/IXaqv4mL48Q/s320/2011+09+17+Kylie+a+canning+cutie+%25282%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;hile in your swimwear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; 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border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And dance (or at least try).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-aa94424ae915bde6" 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://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daa94424ae915bde6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25337F949B23592CE2C7CFE64AC4F8B2F892EDCC.1392F33CE030C70A2335F34CCFC38C1ACFED34D8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daa94424ae915bde6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0vELbhj-K-zi3EvCu56FcvsDBAI&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://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daa94424ae915bde6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25337F949B23592CE2C7CFE64AC4F8B2F892EDCC.1392F33CE030C70A2335F34CCFC38C1ACFED34D8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daa94424ae915bde6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0vELbhj-K-zi3EvCu56FcvsDBAI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Is that what you do? So do I!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Wait,&amp;nbsp;did you just say you don't wear a swimsuit in September? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And you don't can fruit in it either? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You must not LOVE swimsuits like my girls do. That was a fun day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-7354986567416593806?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/7354986567416593806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=7354986567416593806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/7354986567416593806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/7354986567416593806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-what-do-you-do.html' title='Oh what do you do?'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XXmOBLfOBGQ/Tn1On4_alxI/AAAAAAAAB9c/WE8Ku_D56E8/s72-c/2011+09+17+Our+canned+pears.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-3844902727506729466</id><published>2011-09-10T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T14:20:14.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take your pick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Alyssa is 2 months old or 9 weeks old. Take your pick, they are both true. I cannot believe how she seems to grow overnight sometimes. One morning her grandma told me, "She doesn't look like a newborn anymore." I panicked because I hadn't taken newborn pictures (like a real photo shoot kind of a thing) and Eloise was right she did not look anywhere as much a newborn as she had the day before. You can clearly see below what I am talking about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mRJ1Khjq7YU/Tmr8LDJPN8I/AAAAAAAAB78/3gEqAIZOmPY/s1600/2011+07+09+%25286%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mRJ1Khjq7YU/Tmr8LDJPN8I/AAAAAAAAB78/3gEqAIZOmPY/s320/2011+07+09+%25286%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wu81TiPjX_A/Tmr785QZoOI/AAAAAAAAB74/4a557Baxb2k/s1600/2011+07+22+Alyssa+exactly+two+weeks+old+%252858%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wu81TiPjX_A/Tmr785QZoOI/AAAAAAAAB74/4a557Baxb2k/s320/2011+07+22+Alyssa+exactly+two+weeks+old+%252858%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took pictures that day anyway, but she really didn't look tiny and new. She lost that newborn look fast. She was only 15 days old when I took the picture with&amp;nbsp;the black hair bow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a comparison shot I have been doing just for kicks and giggles. (Thanks for the idea Vanessa.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mm85fyo8em4/TmvTDsUblvI/AAAAAAAAB84/78VARQerVVs/s1600/Alyssa+car+seat+pics.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mm85fyo8em4/TmvTDsUblvI/AAAAAAAAB84/78VARQerVVs/s400/Alyssa+car+seat+pics.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am going to continue telling all about my sweet little Alyssa, but first let me explain the many pictures that follow. Alyssa has been socially smiling for about a month now. However, I can never seem to catch that melt your heart grin on camera. She'll be all smiles and then as soon as I pull the camera out she stops. She focuses in on that shiny thing and forgets that she was smiling. Oh well, I figure at some point I'll catch it. So here are some of my many attempts with some fun facts to break them up a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BbTII2KdOrs/Tmr8VbzpJSI/AAAAAAAAB8A/cwCfpLaN-Z4/s1600/2011+08+12+Trying+to+catch+Alyssa+smiles+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BbTII2KdOrs/Tmr8VbzpJSI/AAAAAAAAB8A/cwCfpLaN-Z4/s320/2011+08+12+Trying+to+catch+Alyssa+smiles+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday I took Alyssa to her two month check-up.&amp;nbsp;I completely spaced that she had an appointment until 5 minutes before the scheduled appointment time. Whoops!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9XRCarrqPKA/Tmr8a1piXxI/AAAAAAAAB8E/iJ7P6CU6-mY/s1600/2011+08+21+Alyssa+does+not+want+her+smiles+on+camera+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9XRCarrqPKA/Tmr8a1piXxI/AAAAAAAAB8E/iJ7P6CU6-mY/s320/2011+08+21+Alyssa+does+not+want+her+smiles+on+camera+%25281%2529.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;As can be expected they took all of the usual measurements. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kJfIRYa3rck/Tmr8m8bJS8I/AAAAAAAAB8I/zZbFARhDvpI/s1600/2011+08+22+That+was+almost+a+smile.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kJfIRYa3rck/Tmr8m8bJS8I/AAAAAAAAB8I/zZbFARhDvpI/s320/2011+08+22+That+was+almost+a+smile.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She weighs 12 pounds 9 ounces (90th percentile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FgNteQi0NFo/Tmr8t7jwEhI/AAAAAAAAB8M/0qqldTfGmg4/s1600/2011+09+03+Trying+to+catch+an+Alyssa+smile+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FgNteQi0NFo/Tmr8t7jwEhI/AAAAAAAAB8M/0qqldTfGmg4/s320/2011+09+03+Trying+to+catch+an+Alyssa+smile+%25281%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;That is a 4 pound 3 ounce gain since birth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0l6i2enW40M/Tmr8y2GrJOI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/GC2V0pohLxM/s1600/2011+09+03+Trying+to+catch+an+Alyssa+smile+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0l6i2enW40M/Tmr8y2GrJOI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/GC2V0pohLxM/s320/2011+09+03+Trying+to+catch+an+Alyssa+smile+%25283%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alyssa is 24 inches long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Apa-pOJgctA/Tmr877z_jlI/AAAAAAAAB8U/fisqmhXGLaU/s1600/2011+09+05+Trying+to+catch+an+Alyssa+smile+%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Apa-pOJgctA/Tmr877z_jlI/AAAAAAAAB8U/fisqmhXGLaU/s320/2011+09+05+Trying+to+catch+an+Alyssa+smile+%25283%2529.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;That puts her in the 98th percentile for height. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rs1XL_Bo-WM/Tmr9EI5kayI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/lPp2ffLJMDI/s1600/2011+09+05+Trying+to+catch+an+Alyssa+smile+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rs1XL_Bo-WM/Tmr9EI5kayI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/lPp2ffLJMDI/s320/2011+09+05+Trying+to+catch+an+Alyssa+smile+%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kind of crazy to think that she has grown 4 inches since birth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LqCESaBix-A/Tmr9I3KnAOI/AAAAAAAAB8c/VkT8VUXeyIc/s1600/2011+08+10+%25289%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LqCESaBix-A/Tmr9I3KnAOI/AAAAAAAAB8c/VkT8VUXeyIc/s320/2011+08+10+%25289%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves facing outward and sitting up instead of laying down. She sleeps like a champ in the early evening hours. If only she would take that 5-6 hour nap starting after 9pm we would be golden.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--SmPgwjHpOs/Tmr9NgmduNI/AAAAAAAAB8g/HLya2K-D_E4/s1600/DSCN0590.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--SmPgwjHpOs/Tmr9NgmduNI/AAAAAAAAB8g/HLya2K-D_E4/s320/DSCN0590.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She doesn't seem to mind tummy time at all. Unless of course she has spit up and promptly planted her face in it. Yes, you read that right I have another very spitty baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZm6LmffKFU/Tmr9TQm1g5I/AAAAAAAAB8k/blwReakmMYI/s1600/DSCN0634.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZm6LmffKFU/Tmr9TQm1g5I/AAAAAAAAB8k/blwReakmMYI/s320/DSCN0634.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The most unexpected thing happened while we were waiting in the doctors office. I caught that ever elusive smile. Gotcha cutie! Yes the angles are funny, but I got that pretty smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bJCJ2uwP1cc/Tmr9YF-y7aI/AAAAAAAAB8o/cWYGcK_4MCw/s1600/DSCN0648.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bJCJ2uwP1cc/Tmr9YF-y7aI/AAAAAAAAB8o/cWYGcK_4MCw/s320/DSCN0648.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EMZLsipVnPo/Tmr9ciEoJzI/AAAAAAAAB8s/GCKOdC2XzYE/s1600/DSCN0650.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EMZLsipVnPo/Tmr9ciEoJzI/AAAAAAAAB8s/GCKOdC2XzYE/s320/DSCN0650.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vJ3bgXM1cRE/Tmr9g-eYI-I/AAAAAAAAB8w/g4mdNyj7jU0/s1600/DSCN0652.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vJ3bgXM1cRE/Tmr9g-eYI-I/AAAAAAAAB8w/g4mdNyj7jU0/s320/DSCN0652.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And she continued to oblige me later in the evening. Thanks kiddo. I love you baby girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7V1sqYXTSBs/Tmr9mTb4_EI/AAAAAAAAB80/6UO8JqAs0EY/s1600/DSCN0656.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7V1sqYXTSBs/Tmr9mTb4_EI/AAAAAAAAB80/6UO8JqAs0EY/s320/DSCN0656.JPG" width="320" /&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/509107818348593785-3844902727506729466?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/3844902727506729466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=3844902727506729466' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/3844902727506729466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/3844902727506729466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2011/09/take-your-pick.html' title='Take your pick'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mRJ1Khjq7YU/Tmr8LDJPN8I/AAAAAAAAB78/3gEqAIZOmPY/s72-c/2011+07+09+%25286%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-4639217366932446850</id><published>2011-09-01T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T20:24:06.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The night before school was to begin Kaelyn picked out and carefully laid&amp;nbsp;out her clothes. She even included a hair clip, which is a big deal because she isn't really keen on me doing her hair all that often. When we told her it was time&amp;nbsp;to go to bed she went without the usual foot dragging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-deB8xdrQAXk/TmBdibDL-dI/AAAAAAAAB7E/4ahjD--p9t4/s1600/DSC_1502.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-deB8xdrQAXk/TmBdibDL-dI/AAAAAAAAB7E/4ahjD--p9t4/s320/DSC_1502.JPG" width="214" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I tucked her in, gave her kisses,&amp;nbsp;then paused a moment at the door letting the moment sink in.&amp;nbsp;I knew as I went to bed that night&amp;nbsp;my life would never be the same. My little girl is growing up.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When she woke up in the morning she got herself ready without us having to ask over and over again. I think the dry erase chart I made helped her with that a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6GszyE83Zk/TmPGH83blfI/AAAAAAAAB7o/QjUiSbPPDS0/s1600/2011+09+01+Kaelyn+morning+chart.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6GszyE83Zk/TmPGH83blfI/AAAAAAAAB7o/QjUiSbPPDS0/s320/2011+09+01+Kaelyn+morning+chart.JPG" width="240" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I would have to say that it was a wonderful morning. Kaelyn chattered away about how excited she was and how much she was looking forward to the bus ride, the kids at school, and her lunchbox. It was a beautiful day as we made our way to the bus stop as a family.&amp;nbsp;The girls enjoyed some blackberries and huckleberries from the roadside bushes as we waited for the bus to arrive . I'll be honest with you, I have read many of my friends experiences of taking their kids to the first day of school and&amp;nbsp;how they&amp;nbsp;cried and I knew I wouldn't have that reaction. I am nothing but excited for Kaelyn to get to go to school. I love her dearly, but she enjoys school so much and being with other kids so much that I can't really feel sad that she is going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gSo1CmbFM0I/TmBfBW22sYI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/E6YZXYmGvPU/s1600/DSC_1515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gSo1CmbFM0I/TmBfBW22sYI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/E6YZXYmGvPU/s320/DSC_1515.JPG" width="320" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have tried many times and can't seem to articulate the way that this experience is making me feel. For 5 1/2 years we have been preparing for this moment. Trying to teach Kaelyn about taking turns, being polite, listening to teachers, about being kind. Trying to teach her confidence, and a willingness to try new things. Only time will tell if we have done well enough. I hope and pray that she is ready for this new adventure. I am so thankful that she was genuinely excited. I mean look at that face...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;She is so happy. Ready to take on the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XCFlwms4lGo/TmBfSi30uMI/AAAAAAAAB7c/TngqWxPFIsk/s1600/DSC_1523.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XCFlwms4lGo/TmBfSi30uMI/AAAAAAAAB7c/TngqWxPFIsk/s320/DSC_1523.JPG" width="214" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And still so innocent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2UYn6WWiEw0/TmBfV--UNmI/AAAAAAAAB7g/nvUCU5erANU/s1600/DSC_1526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2UYn6WWiEw0/TmBfV--UNmI/AAAAAAAAB7g/nvUCU5erANU/s320/DSC_1526.JPG" width="214" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; However, as she climbed onto the bus with that big ol' backpack and her lunchbox in hand I experienced something I didn't expect. My heart soared.&amp;nbsp; I was filled with many different emotions. I was&amp;nbsp;thrilled that Kaelyn was excited, I was felt a great sense of accomplishment that we had made it to the bus stop on time for the 7:56 AM pick up.&amp;nbsp;I felt&amp;nbsp;a tiny bit of shock realizing that my Kaelyn girl really is growing up. The past five years have flown by, and I am certain that the next five will go even faster. I'll blink my eyes and she'll be getting a drivers license. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I also had a bittersweet feeling because she didn't&amp;nbsp;look back. She just climbed right on board, ready for her first day of school. I don't know what I was expecting, perhaps a pause to give me a cute and quick wave like she does when the Primary children sing at church. Or maybe I thought she might give us an over the shoulder glance to get confirmation that she was doing what she needed to. I felt a rush of pride and happiness with just a hint of sadness that she is moving on in life and she doesn't need me like she used to. Yet, that is what we wanted for her, to have&amp;nbsp;confidence that she can do this on her own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It was one of life's little moments.&amp;nbsp;A moment of&amp;nbsp;joy that I am sure to look back on as the years keep flying by. As we watched the bus drive away I knew that everything would be alright, and I looked forward to picking her up at the end of the school day. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When 3:00 rolled around﻿ Jon, Kylie, Alyssa, and I went out to the bus stop to pick Kaelyn up. She was the last one off of the bus and rather hesitant to cross the street. If you think about it that made sense since we were now telling her to cross the street without us. (Which is contrary to everything she'd been taught up to that point about being where cars go.) She did not seem convinced that the cars would not hit her. Once she had made it across the street safely she was excited to tell us about her day. It was all smiles until we talked about lunch. That is when she had realized that she forgot her lunchbox. ﻿﻿﻿She broke down into tears and cried the rest of the way home, and for another 10-15 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HDpx8z7CsU8/TmVCdEbDZoI/AAAAAAAAB7s/pRdjy9JoWk0/s1600/DSC_1518.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HDpx8z7CsU8/TmVCdEbDZoI/AAAAAAAAB7s/pRdjy9JoWk0/s320/DSC_1518.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This&amp;nbsp;lunchbox is a&amp;nbsp;one of a kind. We used a vintage 1980's box and Kaelyn colored the picture of the "Land Before Time" dinosaurs herself. She is so proud of her work and LOVES her lunchbox. Honestly, could there be a better lunchbox for&amp;nbsp;Kaelyn it has dinosaurs and it is pink!&amp;nbsp; I also like the clever idea I had of adding a dry erase board inside the lid to write her messages for her to enjoy during school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J9jXKjvEFUo/TmVCj18xWSI/AAAAAAAAB7w/aDRwHvhtKDE/s1600/DSC_1517.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J9jXKjvEFUo/TmVCj18xWSI/AAAAAAAAB7w/aDRwHvhtKDE/s320/DSC_1517.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When Jon's mom suggested the idea of letting Kaelyn color a picture to put on her lunchbox. I'll admit that I had to set aside my control freak tendencies. I wanted her lunchbox to look nice.&amp;nbsp;I went so far as to print out two copies of the coloring book page because she&amp;nbsp;told me that she wanted to use markers to color it.&amp;nbsp;I wanted to have a second copy so she could do it again in colored pencil if and when it she didn't like the final product.&amp;nbsp;She finished her coloring job and was super proud. "I even made them (the characters) the colors that they really are!"&amp;nbsp; Seeing how happy she was with her work, I shrugged and colored the second copy myself just for the fun of coloring. I set that aside in case her picture ever gets lost or ruined in a years worth of being hauled to and from school each day. As I laminated and attached her finished picture I reasoned with myself that&amp;nbsp;it is more important for her to enjoy the process and feel proud of her own work than it is that&amp;nbsp;the lunchbox&amp;nbsp;been done the way I would do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I felt good about that decision. Well I did until about half way through her tearful recounting of the lost lunchbox story on the first day of school when she told us that a girl on the bus said that&amp;nbsp;Kaelyn's lunchbox is&amp;nbsp;"UGLY"&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp; that she "doesn't like my lunchbox!" "She said my picture is all skritchy-scratchy." (As in she didn't color in the lines.) Listening to her tell her story with a tear stained face my heart broke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJHOdwz6wRY/TmVCnLXvDlI/AAAAAAAAB70/1onZOlWDVVc/s1600/DSC_1528.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJHOdwz6wRY/TmVCnLXvDlI/AAAAAAAAB70/1onZOlWDVVc/s320/DSC_1528.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to get a picture of her outfit, sadly a smile was no where to be found. : (&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Kaelyn finished recounting what the girl on the bus had said with an emphatic, "But I love my lunchbox!" We assured Kaelyn that she had done a fine job on her lunchbox, that it was unkind of that girl to say those things, and that we love her. I couldn't help but wonder, should we have done things differently? Should we have gone out and bought a lunchbox instead of decorating an old one?﻿ Is this just the first of many such school bus mockeries? I don't know that my tender hearted girl is ready for that. I don't know that I am prepared to deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Once Kaelyn and her lunchbox were reunited, we picked it up before the school was locked up for the night,&amp;nbsp;she was again optimistic and excited for the next day of school. I guess we'll see how the year plays out. I hope that she continues to love school. I hope that she can find a good friend quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-4639217366932446850?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/4639217366932446850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=4639217366932446850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/4639217366932446850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/4639217366932446850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2011/09/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins.'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-deB8xdrQAXk/TmBdibDL-dI/AAAAAAAAB7E/4ahjD--p9t4/s72-c/DSC_1502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-206985909267162921</id><published>2011-08-24T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T22:25:21.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well that was unexpected</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This evening Kaelyn&amp;nbsp;had a conversation with Jon that&amp;nbsp;caught us completely off guard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"I want a website."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"What do you mean?" Jon asked in surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Like you and Mommy have."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"You want a blog???" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Yep."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OcoAib8PAqQ/TlXafK6LoUI/AAAAAAAAB5k/goK1NEwfjGo/s1600/DSC_1469.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OcoAib8PAqQ/TlXafK6LoUI/AAAAAAAAB5k/goK1NEwfjGo/s320/DSC_1469.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We thought about it for a second and figured why not. We'll just make sure she never posts identifying information on her blog. (Don't know if you've noticed but I never put our last name or the city we live in on my blog, safety matters.) She'll be able to practice composing posts and take a picture or two. Nothing to complain about there. I don't know how long her interest in blogging will last, but I think it will be fun for her. So I hope you enjoy adding&amp;nbsp;Kaelyn's blog&amp;nbsp;to your list&amp;nbsp;of things to check out from time to time. There is a link to it on my sidebar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-206985909267162921?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/206985909267162921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=206985909267162921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/206985909267162921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/206985909267162921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2011/08/well-that-was-unexpected.html' title='Well that was unexpected'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OcoAib8PAqQ/TlXafK6LoUI/AAAAAAAAB5k/goK1NEwfjGo/s72-c/DSC_1469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-1396030680075094382</id><published>2011-07-25T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T22:30:57.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you want more...</title><content type='html'>pictures of Alyssa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_u1YRPLtylk/Ti5JUFuBcRI/AAAAAAAAB4s/fP9TrqbtzqA/s1600/DSC_1058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_u1YRPLtylk/Ti5JUFuBcRI/AAAAAAAAB4s/fP9TrqbtzqA/s320/DSC_1058.JPG" t$="true" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day old&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ExsHIfMRrw/Ti5JQPzFRNI/AAAAAAAAB4o/n4FzJoloLdo/s1600/DSC_1413.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ExsHIfMRrw/Ti5JQPzFRNI/AAAAAAAAB4o/n4FzJoloLdo/s320/DSC_1413.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 weeks later; she is already growing!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7EJh5uT6Mxs/Ti5MQ8qRpxI/AAAAAAAAB4w/MXrt-Y4N-hY/s1600/DSC_1332.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nYPSWXAudXM/Ti5N4gWEGUI/AAAAAAAAB5A/Xc0IjWrf9t8/s1600/DSC_1305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nYPSWXAudXM/Ti5N4gWEGUI/AAAAAAAAB5A/Xc0IjWrf9t8/s320/DSC_1305.JPG" t$="true" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Napping in the swing&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7RLNDuidAiE/Ti5O3Xz_M9I/AAAAAAAAB5E/Z0fx3AjJ1Lw/s1600/DSC_1379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7RLNDuidAiE/Ti5O3Xz_M9I/AAAAAAAAB5E/Z0fx3AjJ1Lw/s320/DSC_1379.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So as you all know I have been expecting, due July 6th. I was induced with both Kaelyn (for insurance reasons) and Kylie (because we were moving across the country) so I was&amp;nbsp;pretty determined to let this baby pick her own birthday. However, on the 7th I had my last doctor appointment and by that point I&amp;nbsp;was so tired of&amp;nbsp;being&amp;nbsp;pregnant. I knew that my brother and a couple of Jon's sisters&amp;nbsp;would be coming to town&amp;nbsp;in the next week, I really wanted them to have the chance to meet the baby so I asked if it would be possible to be induced with this one. Sorry kiddo, your timing wasn't working out. I&amp;nbsp;figured I had waited till my due date and I know people would be disappointed if they couldn't meet this little one. That and I had had two&amp;nbsp;good experiences with being induced so I figured why not. So&amp;nbsp;my doctor got me a 7:00AM appointment to be induced&amp;nbsp;the next morning (July&amp;nbsp;8th). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Earlier in the day I finished&amp;nbsp;editing my last outstanding photo shoot, blogging about Kylie's birthday, and other things I really wanted to before the baby was born. It is so much easier to be prepared when you know what you are planning for. So that evening I savored&amp;nbsp;putting&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;two girls to&amp;nbsp;bed one more time before our world would be&amp;nbsp;turned upside down. Then after they were snug in bed I started cleaning&amp;nbsp;up my room, doing some&amp;nbsp;laundry, and just&amp;nbsp;getting last minute details in order. Foolishly we didn't&amp;nbsp;get to bed until about &lt;strong&gt;11pm&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;It was a little later than I had planned, but I figured&amp;nbsp;feeling prepared was worth more than a couple extra hours of sleep. Little did I know sleep was not in the cards for me that night.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For the first hour I was laying in bed I experienced the same stupid contractions I had been having every night for the previous two weeks. They were uncomfortable but not painful. I figured that I'd eventually get to sleep and wake up the next day still pregnant as ever. However, midnight rolled around and I was still awake and I started to notice that the contractions were hurting a little more. I thought to myself that maybe I should start paying attention to how far apart they were happening. So I'd glance at the clock. &lt;strong&gt;11:50, 12:19, 12:40-something&lt;/strong&gt;. Then somewhere around &lt;strong&gt;1:00 AM&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;I started thinking that maybe I should wake Jon up. Before doing that I wanted to make sure that&amp;nbsp;I was really in labor so I got out my cell phone to see if it had a stopwatch or timer, then I headed downstairs to time these some what painful contractions. What I found out over the next&amp;nbsp;15 minutes surprised me. The following are the time in seconds recorded on the split timer function of my stopwatch tool...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;00:00- Contraction starts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;00:41- Contraction ends&amp;nbsp; (lasted 41 seconds)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;03:50- Contraction starts (69 seconds later)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;04:52- Contraction ends (lasted 62 seconds)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;07:05- Contraction starts (2 minutes later)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;07:50- Contraction ends (lasted 45 seconds)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;09:28- Contraction starts (1 1/2 minutes later)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10:05- Contraction ends (lasted 37 seconds)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;13:11- Contraction starts (3 minutes later)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;13:42- Contraction ends (lasted 31 seconds)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;13:56- Contraction starts (15 seconds later)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These contractions seemed pretty much all over the place in length between and duration, but one thing was for sure they were well within the 5 minutes apart lasting 30 to 90 second thing which is given as a guideline for when to head to the hospital. So I went upstairs to wake up Jon. He gave me a blessing before we left and one line really stuck out to me. He said something along the lines that I would be blessed to feel and understand what was going on with my body so that I would be able to do the things I needed to. That stuck out because I thought to myself, "I plan on having an epidural, I don't really want to FEEL what is going on." But since pushing with Kylie was difficult because my epidural was a little too effective, I could understand why I would be blessed with that. I will readily admit I was still nervous about being sent home&amp;nbsp;once we got there, after all this was the first time I had ever gone into labor on my own and I have heard plenty of people get sent home when they were sure it was the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqR2k2-tuvg/ThoCQdA1CCI/AAAAAAAAB3w/puPB8kLf5ns/s1600/2011+07+08+%2528001%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqR2k2-tuvg/ThoCQdA1CCI/AAAAAAAAB3w/puPB8kLf5ns/s320/2011+07+08+%2528001%2529.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The above picture was taken at &lt;strong&gt;01:55 AM&lt;/strong&gt; in between contractions.&amp;nbsp;I changed into my hospital gown and was hooked up to the contraction and fetal heart rate monitors. They just want to make sure you are really in labor before putting you in a real room. At &lt;strong&gt;02:07 AM&lt;/strong&gt; I was checked and at 5cm! That was the most painful vaginal exam of my life! At that point I had a new definition of pain. I was surprised at how much each contraction hurt. It hadn't even been a whole hour since I'd decided this might be the real deal and the pain already reminded me of pitocin induced contractions.&amp;nbsp;I told the nurse I wanted my epidural as soon as possible. She responded that after I received my IV I could get that. More than once during that time in the triage room I was in tears telling Jon that I couldn't do this and that I really needed my epidural. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was then moved from the triage room to an actual LDPR room. Good old room 336. One of the two nurses asked me if I wanted to go to the bathroom before I got in the bed and got the IV. I figured why not it'll be&amp;nbsp;hours before I can get up again. So&amp;nbsp;I was on the toilet at &lt;strong&gt;02:15 AM&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;and my water broke during an intense contraction (or at least that&amp;nbsp;what time&amp;nbsp;Jon said it was, I have no clue). My feelings went from pain to panic in an instant because as soon as my water broke I felt and undeniable urge to push. There was just an incredible amount of pressure pushing down on me and my body kind of took control. I was definitely NOT IN CONTROL!!! The two nurses rushed into the bathroom and told me we had to get to the bed. I was thinking, "No. I'm not going to the bed, I am going to push now... well actually I think I am pushing now... I know I shouldn't... but&amp;nbsp;I don't think I'm the one in control here... Then again I don't want to have the baby in the bathroom..." &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Eventually they got me to the bed and before I knew it there were 4 nurses in the room. Each flying into action. I remember somebody calling in an order for a table. Somebody else was repeatedly hitting the staff button on the wall, another person was checking me again.&amp;nbsp;The whole room was a blur of activity, and there was a chorus of "DON'T PUSH!" from every person except me in the room. They said it like as if I had a choice!!! I begged to differ. Oh and I also recall the nurse checking me say, "She's complete! Call Dr. B. &lt;u&gt;now&lt;/u&gt;!"&amp;nbsp;I was completely panicked! I was screaming and crying and begging Jon to help me. He told me just today (5 days later) that he told me more than one lie during the craziness, all of them related to a promised&amp;nbsp;epidural that would not in fact be coming. Apparently that was the only thing anyone was saying that got me to calm down and focus even just a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jon's eyes were huge. Mind you, I don't think he was panicked at all. His expression was more of a "What the heck is going on here?!" kind of a thing. I am so glad that he was there. I know I could not have made it through that experience without him. The only person I was possibly more happy to have in the room was the doctor who flew in and finally silenced the chous of "Don't push." She was an absolute angel for telling me that I could go ahead and start to push. After only 2 or 3 pushes our sweet baby girl was born at &lt;strong&gt;02:26 AM&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D5E7OJQ3PQA/Th3Ocm7XfKI/AAAAAAAAB4U/r4a8poCOwuQ/s1600/2011+07+08+%252872%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D5E7OJQ3PQA/Th3Ocm7XfKI/AAAAAAAAB4U/r4a8poCOwuQ/s400/2011+07+08+%252872%2529.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Did you follow that?&amp;nbsp;Less than&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;31 minutes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; after my ﻿hospital gown was on I had a baby girl laying on my chest! I had spent no more than an hour and a half feeling relatively certain that I was in labor. Not only that, but it hadn't been more than 2 1/2 hours that I had spent even suspecting that I might be in labor. Talk about an intense experience. No epidural, no pain killers, and no preparation for that eventuality. The hustle and bustle of the room didn't slow down much after the birth because there was still a lot to take care of. I had to be stitched up in a couple of places due to second degree tears. For the most part though I was unaware of the stuff going on around me.&amp;nbsp;It took quite awhile before they weighed and measured her. In fact Jon and I both missed hearing how long she was and had to ask later on the&amp;nbsp;afternoon. It all went so fast, we didn't even&amp;nbsp;think to&amp;nbsp;get out our camera until she was a couple of hours old. My head was reeling from the experience.As it turns out I didn't sleep &lt;strong&gt;at all&lt;/strong&gt; that night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B7p0YrNMWIg/ThoCX5A-8-I/AAAAAAAAB30/jrS8c6a8vjo/s1600/2011+07+08+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B7p0YrNMWIg/ThoCX5A-8-I/AAAAAAAAB30/jrS8c6a8vjo/s320/2011+07+08+%25283%2529.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;About 2 hours old&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tSb21BXWdz8/ThoCb-zF7VI/AAAAAAAAB34/nSTMn_zjaTo/s1600/2011+07+08+%25286%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tSb21BXWdz8/ThoCb-zF7VI/AAAAAAAAB34/nSTMn_zjaTo/s320/2011+07+08+%25286%2529.JPG" width="214px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;First bath (5 AM)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Our first morning together was quiet.Our biggest challenge was deciding what to name our&amp;nbsp; new little girl. We gave about five different names a test drive. None of them seemed quite right. I am pretty sure that we still had not decided by the time our visitors arrived just before lunchtime. Can I just say that from the moment they walked in the door Kaelyn and Kylie were both just beaming. It melted my heart. &lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6QI6Zc1K-_4/ThoCh-Qed7I/AAAAAAAAB38/ZtPo3JyCGjc/s1600/2011+07+08+%25288%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6QI6Zc1K-_4/ThoCh-Qed7I/AAAAAAAAB38/ZtPo3JyCGjc/s400/2011+07+08+%25288%2529.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4WUAtskiBjw/ThoClqwnI2I/AAAAAAAAB4A/YPyanJZdYFc/s1600/2011+07+08+%252817%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4WUAtskiBjw/ThoClqwnI2I/AAAAAAAAB4A/YPyanJZdYFc/s320/2011+07+08+%252817%2529.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of the things that was different about this new baby experience is that for the first time Jon's parents were able to meet and hold their brand new grandbaby. That was really special to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_P0Pi-D1S6w/ThoCpRbkeaI/AAAAAAAAB4E/wjLEoImljvk/s1600/2011+07+08+%252818%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_P0Pi-D1S6w/ThoCpRbkeaI/AAAAAAAAB4E/wjLEoImljvk/s320/2011+07+08+%252818%2529.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r_vyxZpXEHU/ThoDwSPKiDI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/6T0VKHTD-XI/s1600/2011+07+08+%252823%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r_vyxZpXEHU/ThoDwSPKiDI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/6T0VKHTD-XI/s320/2011+07+08+%252823%2529.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle Brian&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jXrmTYcxvA/ThoDmMKH8bI/AAAAAAAAB4I/N_V4wdGowaU/s1600/2011+07+08+%252820%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jXrmTYcxvA/ThoDmMKH8bI/AAAAAAAAB4I/N_V4wdGowaU/s320/2011+07+08+%252820%2529.JPG" width="214px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle Steven&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PyY9Qv4btCM/ThoDqepxv_I/AAAAAAAAB4M/EWaBo9zniEo/s1600/2011+07+08+%252829%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PyY9Qv4btCM/ThoDqepxv_I/AAAAAAAAB4M/EWaBo9zniEo/s320/2011+07+08+%252829%2529.JPG" width="214px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Katie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HPr-tG7N1G4/Th3QRhqImUI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/lgXI6CLYsu0/s1600/DSC_1053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HPr-tG7N1G4/Th3QRhqImUI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/lgXI6CLYsu0/s320/DSC_1053.JPG" width="214px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another thing that made this experience different was that we only spent one night the night she was born excluded) in the hospital. She was all of&amp;nbsp;about 36 hours old when we headed home.&amp;nbsp;My recovery was also much easier, I mean I could move my legs and lift my bum right after giving birth, which was new for me.&amp;nbsp;I guess you can count that as a major perk for skipping the epidural. I have to say that if I was guaranteed to have such a speedy delivery again I would opt out of the epidural again. But if I am going to be in labor&amp;nbsp;long enough to get one I'd want one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yQfOPo1XpTo/Th3QaW4Om6I/AAAAAAAAB4c/t4m1JAvd4a0/s1600/DSC_1055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yQfOPo1XpTo/Th3QaW4Om6I/AAAAAAAAB4c/t4m1JAvd4a0/s320/DSC_1055.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We are so excited to welcome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alyssa Eloise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Friday July 8th at 2:26 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;8 pounds 6 ounces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;20 inches long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U27FHjG_51w/Th3QgMhO1gI/AAAAAAAAB4g/dsjHmOAZ_iA/s1600/DSC_1060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U27FHjG_51w/Th3QgMhO1gI/AAAAAAAAB4g/dsjHmOAZ_iA/s320/DSC_1060.JPG" width="320px" /&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/509107818348593785-8289986081509717913?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/8289986081509717913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=8289986081509717913' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/8289986081509717913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/8289986081509717913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2011/07/well-that-was-fast.html' title='Well that was fast...'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqR2k2-tuvg/ThoCQdA1CCI/AAAAAAAAB3w/puPB8kLf5ns/s72-c/2011+07+08+%2528001%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-5944633068984041584</id><published>2011-07-07T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T18:18:56.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Three</title><content type='html'>My Kylie girl has had yet another birthday come and go. This one, just like the last one, tried to sneak up on me thanks to a move. The whole month of June just flew by for me and before I knew it my "I'll think about it later." plan for planning for Kylie's birthday&amp;nbsp;was no longer viable. I think we did a good job of celebrating all things considered. Before I get to that let's just do a quick photo review of this cutie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rsI0t5Hz7mc/ThFCHfyFYKI/AAAAAAAAB3E/NhxJOPXQDDQ/s1600/2009+06+23+Sweet+Girl+Kylie.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rsI0t5Hz7mc/ThFCHfyFYKI/AAAAAAAAB3E/NhxJOPXQDDQ/s320/2009+06+23+Sweet+Girl+Kylie.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;On her first birthday.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ChTHlYIaAs/ThFB3ZLIdqI/AAAAAAAAB3A/ITDlQrq0Eks/s1600/2008_06_23+143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ChTHlYIaAs/ThFB3ZLIdqI/AAAAAAAAB3A/ITDlQrq0Eks/s320/2008_06_23+143.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;On the day she was born.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_qDAbo2qELw/ThFK1j8yJgI/AAAAAAAAB3M/3GU4dCJiOgE/s1600/DSC_0938+crop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_qDAbo2qELw/ThFK1j8yJgI/AAAAAAAAB3M/3GU4dCJiOgE/s320/DSC_0938+crop.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;On her third birthday&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SDZ8wkE-dfY/ThFCTnBOf-I/AAAAAAAAB3I/_R8fKibKFew/s1600/2010+06+20+Kylie+opens+her+doll+from+GandG+Mathews+%252813%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SDZ8wkE-dfY/ThFCTnBOf-I/AAAAAAAAB3I/_R8fKibKFew/s320/2010+06+20+Kylie+opens+her+doll+from+GandG+Mathews+%252813%2529.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few days before her 2nd birthday&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cIMikbEngtE/ThFPmr2PPSI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/JiOclZGdYJw/s1600/DSC_0936.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cIMikbEngtE/ThFPmr2PPSI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/JiOclZGdYJw/s200/DSC_0936.JPG" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;For the week leading up to her birthday this year Kylie asked over and over again for her birthday cake. "I wan my birfday cake." she would say. We'd kindly remind her that her birthday was not until next week and we would be sure and make her a birthday cake. Her Grandma M. had a pony cake pan which Kylie got pretty excited about when I showed it to her and she would change the color her pony cake should be quite regularly. When her birthday actually rolled around she announced that she wanted a &lt;a href="http://www.strawberryreef.com/Index/Name/rainbowdashII.html"&gt;Rainbow Dash&lt;/a&gt; cake. It is a good thing I enjoy decorating cakes or that may have been a bit daunting (that's a lot of colors to dye frosting). I think it turned out pretty well, and I had fun doing&amp;nbsp;it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the morning on Kylie's special day attending a circus performance which her Uncle Steven was in. It was for a group of summer camps that was held at a local elementary school. Kylie seemed a little overwhelmed by all the screaming and cheering summer camp kids. However, once the craziness settled down and the show started she really seemed to enjoy the show.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bDfzBupPy0g/ThZAYxbWwbI/AAAAAAAAB3U/-VbHBeWKidI/s1600/2011+06+23+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bDfzBupPy0g/ThZAYxbWwbI/AAAAAAAAB3U/-VbHBeWKidI/s320/2011+06+23+%25282%2529.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kylie was amazed at how many kids were in the gym&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wWClfFFQp1o/ThZAdeb76rI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/5BiiTDf8KYo/s1600/2011+06+23+%25284%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wWClfFFQp1o/ThZAdeb76rI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/5BiiTDf8KYo/s320/2011+06+23+%25284%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The best part may have been playing with the globes while the troop cleaned up&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;After the circus show was over we went to a nearby park to enjoy a picnic lunch. I absolutely loved the view! The Seattle area is SO green and beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lrFhcT3BOOE/ThZEiTVp_PI/AAAAAAAAB3c/m-2aeC4-N7w/s1600/2011+06+23+%25285%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lrFhcT3BOOE/ThZEiTVp_PI/AAAAAAAAB3c/m-2aeC4-N7w/s320/2011+06+23+%25285%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful view at the park&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;We finished up the birthday fun by having cake and ice cream in the evening. We also opened presents. Kylie was so excited and happy. Again I have to say that I love watching my kids enjoy themselves. Those genuine smiles are contagious. Kylie was simply beaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lTRp9mDzz4k/ThZVKbn14tI/AAAAAAAAB3g/_hHacBGMJ9s/s1600/DSC_0944.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lTRp9mDzz4k/ThZVKbn14tI/AAAAAAAAB3g/_hHacBGMJ9s/s320/DSC_0944.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kylie blew out her own candles &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EUmPJaeXEkQ/ThZVPgxPqAI/AAAAAAAAB3k/y392tuO5eFI/s1600/DSC_0956.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EUmPJaeXEkQ/ThZVPgxPqAI/AAAAAAAAB3k/y392tuO5eFI/s320/DSC_0956.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kylie was super excited about her puppy from Kaelyn&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zb4sVe6jqY0/ThZVT0wJraI/AAAAAAAAB3o/Vs7GMiR0WA0/s1600/DSC_0961.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zb4sVe6jqY0/ThZVT0wJraI/AAAAAAAAB3o/Vs7GMiR0WA0/s320/DSC_0961.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was fun to have Matthew and Molly join us for cake and ice cream&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oPtt9RrcAzY/ThZVZE0bq_I/AAAAAAAAB3s/hsxDkJYzkQw/s1600/DSC_0970.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oPtt9RrcAzY/ThZVZE0bq_I/AAAAAAAAB3s/hsxDkJYzkQw/s320/DSC_0970.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I just say I love this picture....$10 is a small fortune when you are 3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;All in all it was a very nice day. I am so thankful that Kylie is my little girl. She just keeps growing and learning and keeping life interesting for us. She is also learning to be a better listener, which is very exciting for everyone. I look forward to watching her&amp;nbsp;grow this next year. I am also interested to see how she makes the transition to being a big sister soon. While I am ready to be done with this pregnancy, I don't know that I am ready to have Kylie transform into a big girl overnight. I'll miss Kylie being my baby girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿﻿﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-5944633068984041584?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/5944633068984041584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=5944633068984041584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/5944633068984041584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/5944633068984041584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2011/07/shes-three.html' title='She&apos;s Three'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rsI0t5Hz7mc/ThFCHfyFYKI/AAAAAAAAB3E/NhxJOPXQDDQ/s72-c/2009+06+23+Sweet+Girl+Kylie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-1069552805967059016</id><published>2011-07-03T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T21:20:09.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch Me Grow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;**This has been updated again**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;November 1, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TT3OqXCOUbI/AAAAAAAAByQ/djxqeRsrNSk/s1600/2010+11+01+Skye+tells+about+baby+3+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TT3OqXCOUbI/AAAAAAAAByQ/djxqeRsrNSk/s320/2010+11+01+Skye+tells+about+baby+3+%25283%2529.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Month 1: I was so excited to see that blue line, somewhat surprised, but excited. Things I was not expecting, but got to experience for the first time: my chest was really tender, I had to pee A LOT, and I was SOOOOO tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;December 2010﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Month 2: I don't know why but I have yet to remember to take a picture of me in month 2 of a pregnancy. It could be that I never really look pregnant, so what is the point. This month I was feeling pretty yucky. Everything made me gag. Thankfully, nothing ever made me throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;January 6, 2011﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TT3Ox4GdHWI/AAAAAAAAByU/4QF6H5mhDnE/s1600/2011+01+06+3+months+down.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TT3Ox4GdHWI/AAAAAAAAByU/4QF6H5mhDnE/s320/2011+01+06+3+months+down.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Month 3: Somewhere in this month my morning sickness disappeared. My only symptom this month was exhaustion. Though it is possible that was just a result of dealing with my girls, the holidays, and Jon's business travel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;February 6, 2011﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TU90YE09_0I/AAAAAAAAByo/HdQCuRuxFL8/s1600/2011+02+06+4+months+down.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="228" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TU90YE09_0I/AAAAAAAAByo/HdQCuRuxFL8/s320/2011+02+06+4+months+down.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Month 4: One Sunday morning while I was getting ready for church and Kaelyn exclaimed "Whoa, Mom you are huge!" At the time I thought to myself, "Thanks cutie, but I think that statement needs to be reserved for at least a few months down the line." After taking these pictures today though I am rethinking that one. I included both pictures because it makes me laugh that I could look so much bigger in the one than the other. I took them within two minutes of each other! Other big news for this month is that as of the beginning of the month I have been feeling the baby move around in there. That has been really neat. I don't know why but this pregnancy has been so much more emotional for me. I am a lot more excited than I have been with my others. Don't get me wrong, those were exciting for me too. This is just...more so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;March 6, 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xtW_-gmBk_s/TaPH4QayRPI/AAAAAAAAB1g/0IEg-ed9SmA/s1600/2011+03+07+Skye+at+5+months.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xtW_-gmBk_s/TaPH4QayRPI/AAAAAAAAB1g/0IEg-ed9SmA/s320/2011+03+07+Skye+at+5+months.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Month 5: I am really not very good with the whole self portrait thing.Oh well. This month was a good one. It went by super fast for me. I am very excited that I am more than half done now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 6, 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uCm7UquDp4o/TaPHkoK495I/AAAAAAAAB1c/Bw2LoLUkO3Q/s1600/2011+04+06+Skye+at+6+months.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uCm7UquDp4o/TaPHkoK495I/AAAAAAAAB1c/Bw2LoLUkO3Q/s320/2011+04+06+Skye+at+6+months.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Month 6: Kind of funny that I was accidentally&amp;nbsp;wearing the same outfit as last month. I have had a lot of aches and pains this month. The type I normally get in month 8 or so. Only 3 more months. I am sure that they will just fly by. Time is just like that for me! I can't believe that it has already been six months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 15, 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Be5NguDP4KE/ThE9qZSWPPI/AAAAAAAAB2s/rG9d453dcwI/s1600/2011+05+15+Skye+at+7+months.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Be5NguDP4KE/ThE9qZSWPPI/AAAAAAAAB2s/rG9d453dcwI/s320/2011+05+15+Skye+at+7+months.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Month 7: I spent pretty much this whole month ignoring the fact that I was pregnant, after all I had a cross country move to make.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 20, 2011&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2SPLQRe4yhA/ThE9wQxQoFI/AAAAAAAAB2w/SAFn19m5VGk/s1600/2011+06+20+Skye+at+8+months+plus+2+weeks.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2SPLQRe4yhA/ThE9wQxQoFI/AAAAAAAAB2w/SAFn19m5VGk/s320/2011+06+20+Skye+at+8+months+plus+2+weeks.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Month 8: I have really enjoyed this month, well aside from the aches and fatigue. It has been nice to kind of take a month off of "normal" life. I have really enjoyed being with Jon's family. My girls love their aunt and uncles and all the extra attention they are getting.&amp;nbsp;We've enjoyed being together as a family, that is one of the few perks of unemployment. ﻿We are now into the final stretch and getting very anxious to welcome our new little one into the world.&lt;/div&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-1069552805967059016?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/1069552805967059016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=1069552805967059016' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/1069552805967059016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/1069552805967059016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2011/02/watch-me-grow.html' title='Watch Me Grow'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TT3OqXCOUbI/AAAAAAAAByQ/djxqeRsrNSk/s72-c/2010+11+01+Skye+tells+about+baby+3+%25283%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-1602363552612376425</id><published>2011-07-01T20:15:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T21:00:02.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Are we moving again, Ceilia?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So in case you missed it (which is totally possible with how little I have been on facebook, blogging, or emailing as of late) we moved from Verona, Wisconsin to the Seattle, Washington area at the end of May. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;That makes...let me count...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Tucson (AZ), Tucson (AZ), Midvale (UT),&amp;nbsp;Salt Lake (UT), North&amp;nbsp;Salt Lake (UT), Taylorsville (UT), West Valley (UT), Mayfield&amp;nbsp;Heights (OH),&amp;nbsp;Verona (WI), and now here (WA).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;That is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;10&amp;nbsp;MOVES &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5&amp;nbsp;STATES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;in our almost 9 years of marriage! I am getting good at that whole moving thing, which is a good thing since this move tested the limits of my skills.&amp;nbsp;It was a challenge for a number of reasons one of the greatest being that I was 30 weeks pregnant when we made the decision to move. Another hard part was that it was the shortest time we have ever had between deciding to move and actually moving, a total of 4 weeks. It all came together though, and I was able to get everything done that needed to get done. (Even with Jon's business trip in the middle of it.) The packing process was pretty funny though,&amp;nbsp;I would pack a whole bunch of boxes, tape them up, and label them. However, since I couldn't lift them I would just&amp;nbsp;leave them all over the house for Jon to move when he got home from work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I am so thankful to everyone who helped us with our move. Especially Becca, Valarie, Jenny, and Meghann who helped me clean the house. A task I know I could not have completed on my own in time. I also have a very heartfelt thanks for Alisa and Jenny who watched my girls multiple times so I could work without little ones underfoot, and so that my girls didn't watch TV non-stop for 4 weeks. Ironing out all the details took quite awhile, but I have learned that when it is meant to be,&amp;nbsp;things work out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I have been thinking for quite awhile about the best way to blog about this, and I think a timeline will be the best bet for conveying all the craziness. What I can't figure out how to record in here is the many "one last playdate" or dinner and games with friends we tried to have. I felt so busy in May, but it all worked out pretty well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 29- &lt;/strong&gt;Jon gave his month notice at work. It was now official, we were moving to Seattle.&amp;nbsp;I started packing but&amp;nbsp;was careful to not overdo it. It was a kind of challenging move to pack for because the plan was to live with Jon's parents while he continued to look for a new job. So everything had to be sorted into what needed to be stored vs what we would need at the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 17-19-&lt;/strong&gt; Jon was gone on yet another business trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 20-21-&lt;/strong&gt; I did a yard sale to unload some of our unused and awkward to pack things that we just didn't need. I was surprised that I ended up making about $70. This far out shined the last yard sale I tried to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 23&lt;/strong&gt;- My brother Kyle and cousin Logan fly in from Salt Lake to Madison.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 24&lt;/strong&gt;- Kyle and Logan head off in our car on the long drive to Utah. I can't thank those boys enough for driving for us. They went all the way to Cheyenne the first day. That was a lot of driving that my nearly 8 month pregnant self super glad I did not have to do, or sit through. Our ABF trailer was also delivered that afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YYIcLIwTIyg/TgLloGoazEI/AAAAAAAAB1w/YKObvZ9_mwA/s1600/DSCN0265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YYIcLIwTIyg/TgLloGoazEI/AAAAAAAAB1w/YKObvZ9_mwA/s320/DSCN0265.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Logan and Kyle ready to head out.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 25&lt;/strong&gt;- I had my final doctor appointment in Madison that day. We loaded the ABF truck that night.﻿ I am thankful for the men who came to help us get it loaded. It took only an hour and a half. I'd even go so far as to say that most (like 80%) of it was loaded in 45 minutes. However, figuring out how to get the odds and ends loaded, like the bikes, was quite the challenge and took the rest of the time. We ended up using exactly the 12 feet we estimated, maybe a few inches less.&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qP6Ga5Fh_e0/Tg39z53gnbI/AAAAAAAAB10/9t6OcwXCwUQ/s1600/DSCN0268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qP6Ga5Fh_e0/Tg39z53gnbI/AAAAAAAAB10/9t6OcwXCwUQ/s320/DSCN0268.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All loaded and ready to roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 26-&lt;/strong&gt; This was one seriously busy day. In the morning a friend drove Jon to the airport to pick up our rental car. There was too much stuff to get done to go without a car. That morning I got to go visiting teaching for the last time in Madison. I loved the sisters that I visit taught and my awesome partner. I miss all three of them. When Alisa dropped me off I really couldn't believe that this was our farewell. That was very hard for me. Alisa has been such a good friend to me, I miss her cheerful disposition her willingness to listen. I have been touched by her example of service and listening to the spirit. I miss her adorable children. Her family always took such good care of ours, especially when Jon was out of town. I am sad to say that I discovered I don't have a single picture of her. We left right after Alisa dropped us off to go to Kaelyn's last &lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;day of preschool picnic. The kids sang "Down by the Bay" and we enjoyed a great meal. I am so glad that Kaelyn got to finish out the school year with all of her friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; St. James Preschool&amp;nbsp;was such a wonderful experience for Kaelyn she learned so much and loved her teachers and classmates. I am sad that Kylie won't be able to go to school there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zIJDzuBke38/Tg4PkL7QHUI/AAAAAAAAB2I/mBWEcj92HfE/s1600/2011+05+26+Kaelyn+%25286%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zIJDzuBke38/Tg4PkL7QHUI/AAAAAAAAB2I/mBWEcj92HfE/s320/2011+05+26+Kaelyn+%25286%2529.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ms. Heather&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CGl1BeFmEQU/Tg4OQmkXN5I/AAAAAAAAB14/YVdonTK5gpY/s1600/2011+05+26+Kaelyn+%25285%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CGl1BeFmEQU/Tg4OQmkXN5I/AAAAAAAAB14/YVdonTK5gpY/s320/2011+05+26+Kaelyn+%25285%2529.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Ms. Mindy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kv4WE4ys8Cc/Tg4OjClkooI/AAAAAAAAB2E/sf_NrmTh4Ts/s1600/2011+05+26+Kaelyn+Izzy+and+Jette+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kv4WE4ys8Cc/Tg4OjClkooI/AAAAAAAAB2E/sf_NrmTh4Ts/s320/2011+05+26+Kaelyn+Izzy+and+Jette+%25281%2529.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kaelyn, Izzy, and Jette&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-seFyMgAaAUE/Tg4OaUxtXLI/AAAAAAAAB2A/pFzsgUJR3X4/s1600/2011+05+26+Kaelyn+%25287%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-seFyMgAaAUE/Tg4OaUxtXLI/AAAAAAAAB2A/pFzsgUJR3X4/s320/2011+05+26+Kaelyn+%25287%2529.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kaelyn and Hannah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 27-&lt;/strong&gt; This was our last day in Madison and I am amazed we were able to squeeze as much into as we did. I had a great morning hanging out with my friend Jenny, her family would be moving to their new home the day after we left so we worked a little bit on packing her things too. She took the girls and I to lunch at the Olive Garden then I ran a whole bunch of errands (post office, library, credit union, etc.) while Jenny waited in the car with our girls. It was so fantastic! I also miss Jenny a lot. It has been awhile since we lived so close to friends. Our doors were really only a couple hundred feet apart. Our girls got along so well and Kylie really misses Lizzy a lot. I loved having a friend that we could feel comfortable just dropping by from time to time. I am thankful for Jenny's example of friendship and service. She was always so willing to share with us. We enjoyed spending time with their family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JfXX62dm-qE/Tg4W0RxcswI/AAAAAAAAB2M/Km-p0NozRzs/s1600/DSCN0282.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JfXX62dm-qE/Tg4W0RxcswI/AAAAAAAAB2M/Km-p0NozRzs/s320/DSCN0282.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Skye and Jenny&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Jon worked up until the very end. He had his exit interview at 2:00 in the afternoon and he was done and ready to head out by 2:30. We knew had to leave Madison in the most Wisconsin-ite way possible so we went to the Worlds Largest Brat Fest to grab an early dinner before heading to the airport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kv6QNxQlq1s/Tg4dNDQisWI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/n7nIHXAGh3w/s1600/DSCN0284.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kv6QNxQlq1s/Tg4dNDQisWI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/n7nIHXAGh3w/s320/DSCN0284.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PBjVAqCfZmQ/Tg4dSBizoNI/AAAAAAAAB2U/fnFQXpD38eA/s1600/DSCN0285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PBjVAqCfZmQ/Tg4dSBizoNI/AAAAAAAAB2U/fnFQXpD38eA/s320/DSCN0285.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9qdGefHnw0/Tg4dWQ2eDrI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/88bL_IviQCk/s1600/DSCN0287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9qdGefHnw0/Tg4dWQ2eDrI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/88bL_IviQCk/s320/DSCN0287.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's right, we saw the Weinermobile.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-spSD7HY36bs/Tg4dZ9FZ6EI/AAAAAAAAB2c/mI1urCUfLzM/s1600/DSCN0288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-spSD7HY36bs/Tg4dZ9FZ6EI/AAAAAAAAB2c/mI1urCUfLzM/s320/DSCN0288.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt super lucky that we got to enjoy a free ride on the carousel.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QA0WiMcOCE4/Tg4ddahIbfI/AAAAAAAAB2g/z7TZEGVWlj0/s1600/DSCN0289.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QA0WiMcOCE4/Tg4ddahIbfI/AAAAAAAAB2g/z7TZEGVWlj0/s320/DSCN0289.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ice cream was fantastic...and didn't last long.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--49GtiAn6VU/Tg4dhHkfreI/AAAAAAAAB2k/yu7pXLL9ua4/s1600/DSCN0292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--49GtiAn6VU/Tg4dhHkfreI/AAAAAAAAB2k/yu7pXLL9ua4/s320/DSCN0292.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As&amp;nbsp;we were sitting at Brat Fest enjoying the atmosphere, the food, and the beautiful summer day I was almost overwhelmed by the feeling that we were walking out just as things were getting&amp;nbsp;good. It was a moment where both Jon and I had a moments hesitation. That whole "Is this really what we want?" Madison is such a nice place. There are so many things that we enjoyed about it. The people we met are wonderful, the area is nice, we like the local businesses. However, it was only a moment. We knew then and we know now that&amp;nbsp;this is what our family was meant to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it to the airport in plenty of time. Our flight was supposed to leave Madison a little after 7pm, but was delayed a full hour. We didn't need to&amp;nbsp;worry about missing our connecting flight though because it turned out that our plane was our connecting flight (Something we didn't know when we boarded the first leg of the flight.)&amp;nbsp;Jon was awesome and took the girls for the first and longer leg. Somehow he was able to work some magic and they both slept the whole way. Although it was very late when we arrived we landed in Salt Lake safe and sound. We spent a few days visiting in Utah before finishing up our move, something which I hope to blog about another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 1-&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;The girls and I flew to Seattle in the evening. It was really&amp;nbsp;funny because we crossed paths in the air with Brian, Jon's brother, who flew to Utah to keep Jon company while driving our car up to Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 2-&lt;/strong&gt; Jon and Brian drove to Seattle&amp;nbsp;while the ABF truck arrived and we unloaded it.&amp;nbsp; The next week was spent trying to find a hospital, a doctor, a storage unit, and all the things that come with moving. We are feeling settled now, well as settled as you can in a temporary situation. I am so grateful for my in-laws and how they have been willing to open their home to us. We have really enjoyed being here. I'll be excited for Jon to get a job and we can get out on our own, but I have enjoyed being here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-1602363552612376425?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/1602363552612376425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=1602363552612376425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/1602363552612376425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/1602363552612376425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2011/07/are-we-moving-again-ceilia.html' title='&quot;Are we moving again, Ceilia?&quot;'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YYIcLIwTIyg/TgLloGoazEI/AAAAAAAAB1w/YKObvZ9_mwA/s72-c/DSCN0265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-617240028885892391</id><published>2011-06-22T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T23:28:35.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Road Trip in April</title><content type='html'>So I apologize for my long&amp;nbsp; time blogging hiatus, but give me a few posts to explain (if you didn't already know what we have been up to) and I am sure that you will all be more than willing to forgive me. The past&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;six&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt; eight weeks have been a step beyond insane for me! In an effort to not confuse myself&amp;nbsp;I think I am going to break this post up into smaller ones. So much has happened that it is hard for me to keep track of it all. The first thing of note is that from April 11th to April 27th Jon was out of town on 3 different business trips. He was literally only home on April 16th and 17th (the date of my last post). That was a long time to be without my sweetheart, helper, and best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Jon's time away I got sick of being alone and headed to Cleveland to visit our friends over Easter weekend. I haven't done a very good job of taking pictures the last few months, and consequently didn't get many pictures of our super fun adventures there. We visited Lake Farm Park, the Natural History Museum, and enjoyed popping in to visit so many of our friends. We also had a lot of fun dying eggs for Easter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTfrkv-gVMU/TgLWgOiCl8I/AAAAAAAAB1k/4OvYyEeDRPY/s1600/2011+04+25+Dying+Easter+eggs+at+Shannons+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTfrkv-gVMU/TgLWgOiCl8I/AAAAAAAAB1k/4OvYyEeDRPY/s320/2011+04+25+Dying+Easter+eggs+at+Shannons+%25282%2529.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uj_4IeiWQ2E/TgLWpst9VzI/AAAAAAAAB1o/b6ovt5hIHe0/s1600/2011+04+24+Easter+morning+%25286%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uj_4IeiWQ2E/TgLWpst9VzI/AAAAAAAAB1o/b6ovt5hIHe0/s320/2011+04+24+Easter+morning+%25286%2529.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tUGCh87taGk/TgLWuPOBXoI/AAAAAAAAB1s/k7T47qZ1h8o/s1600/2011+04+24+Easter+morning+%252811%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tUGCh87taGk/TgLWuPOBXoI/AAAAAAAAB1s/k7T47qZ1h8o/s320/2011+04+24+Easter+morning+%252811%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I want to thank both Shannon and the&amp;nbsp; Huangs for letting us stay with them during that trip.&amp;nbsp;The only downside to that trip was the&amp;nbsp; fact that it made me miss Cleveland all over again. It was so much fun to just step back into friendships and conversations as though we had never left. The girls did fantastically well on the 9 hours of driving time each way. We listened to a book on tape and only used the DVD player we borrowed from a friend on the way home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Our greatest adventure of the trip came when my car started overheating in the middle of Chicago. I called my dad in an absolute panic as steam poured out from under&amp;nbsp;the hood. "What am I going to do?!?" I took the next exit, off into who knows where Chicago, I was really praying that we were in a safe place and the girls and I would be okay. I was rather grateful that there was a gas station right next to exit ramp. I left the girls in the car while I popped the hood and called my dad again. After a few minutes of, "What does a radiator look like?" and "I have no idea where that is?" there was apparently enough information for my dad to let me know that I needed to find a garage to have it repaired. Which left me feeling even more nervous. Thankfully I live in a day and age of wonderful technology and I was able to use my GPS to locate the nearest garage. I'll admit though I wasn't sure that I should believe it when it showed the nearest place to be 0.0 miles away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;As it turns out the garage was attached to the far side of the gas station. I said a prayer of gratitude and took the car over. The men at the shop were very friendly and let us sit in the cashier's booth for the gas station. The girls seemed to enjoy our time waiting, with the help of strawberry milk. After only 45 minutes the mechanic poked his head in and asked me if the car had been worked on recently. At the time I couldn't think of anything more recent than an oil change about a month earlier. He informed me that both of the fans were simply unplugged. The mechanic plugged them back in and sent us on our way without charging me anything. I was so grateful! It was certainly an eventful way to end our road trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-617240028885892391?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/617240028885892391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=617240028885892391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/617240028885892391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/617240028885892391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2011/06/our-road-trip-in-april.html' title='Our Road Trip in April'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTfrkv-gVMU/TgLWgOiCl8I/AAAAAAAAB1k/4OvYyEeDRPY/s72-c/2011+04+25+Dying+Easter+eggs+at+Shannons+%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-5918858985508490430</id><published>2011-04-17T16:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T16:04:19.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something new on the Kylie front</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the last week Kylie has started singing, a lot. She sings primary songs, she sings songs from Tangled, she sings nursery rhymes. I got this video after she had been singing for at least 5 minutes straight. Just in case you don't recognize it she is singing the counting down song that goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Five&amp;nbsp;little monkeys swinging in a tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Teasing Mr. Alligator, "Can't catch me. Can't catch me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Along came Mr. Alligator quiet as can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And snapped that monkey right out of that tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She was counting down like so 5,4,4,4,2,2,2,2,2,4,4,4 etc. So this very well could have been the song that never ends. It was super cute though, I hope you enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ebb88088ee7d12" 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://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D00ebb88088ee7d12%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D481ECA45EFDBC72D2FF4741F1C6B0648CF75F3A8.178B13EC0A950C2AC5946365BCA164D24A962DF8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Debb88088ee7d12%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DR6MN48NAlrSKVg38nnXvZfp1xyk&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://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D00ebb88088ee7d12%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D481ECA45EFDBC72D2FF4741F1C6B0648CF75F3A8.178B13EC0A950C2AC5946365BCA164D24A962DF8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Debb88088ee7d12%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DR6MN48NAlrSKVg38nnXvZfp1xyk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kylie's personality is developing more and more everyday. I love how much she is learning and growing. She is such a sweet girl full of energy and life. I am so grateful that she is my little girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-5918858985508490430?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/5918858985508490430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=5918858985508490430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/5918858985508490430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/5918858985508490430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2011/04/something-new-on-kylie-front.html' title='Something new on the Kylie front'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-4291364009164019006</id><published>2011-04-17T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T15:52:56.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A first for Kaelyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This week Kaelyn was asked to give her first talk in Primary. Daddy helped her write it this morning and she practiced many times before it was time to head to church. I took a video of one of those practice talks so that her grandparents, and anyone else interested but unable to attend primary today, could hear&amp;nbsp;her talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e95db271d7c87788" 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://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De95db271d7c87788%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D14DA84ADD66962D9CCFDBC1BF3CDA055C0D560E7.177CB3157FA2945D61D540E1165E6A3F3E9375E3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De95db271d7c87788%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOHbRDCTrK0JKWEY4hAdjYGHYjBU&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://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De95db271d7c87788%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D14DA84ADD66962D9CCFDBC1BF3CDA055C0D560E7.177CB3157FA2945D61D540E1165E6A3F3E9375E3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De95db271d7c87788%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOHbRDCTrK0JKWEY4hAdjYGHYjBU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She did a great job in primary. She got up and just read her talk without any help from Jon, who held her picture for her. I am so thankful to be the mother of this sweet girl. She blesses my life everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-4291364009164019006?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/4291364009164019006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=4291364009164019006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/4291364009164019006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/4291364009164019006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2011/04/first-for-kaelyn.html' title='A first for Kaelyn'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-5206883292920619084</id><published>2011-03-11T18:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T18:47:11.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaelyn Birthday (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So on Saturday Feb 12th Kaelyn had her dinosaur birthday party. It went really well, aside from the fact that we had to abandon the paleontologist dig activity.&amp;nbsp;The morning of I discovered that I had purchased the&amp;nbsp; wrong kind of sand (not play sand) and rushed to the store to fix the problem. I, however, ended up buying a 40 pound bag of frozen sand.&amp;nbsp;Even with a couple of hours&amp;nbsp;of the space heater in the bathroom at 80 degrees we simply couldn't overcome that obstacle. Thankfully Kaelyn was understanding, and we just put the "fossils" in the party favor bags. Below is Kaelyn's diorama cake which she had fun putting the stuff on top of after I had it all frosted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8Mrnb1Fs0CE/TXrJKVvM9OI/AAAAAAAABz8/boTg35PNRy8/s1600/DSC_0158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8Mrnb1Fs0CE/TXrJKVvM9OI/AAAAAAAABz8/boTg35PNRy8/s320/DSC_0158.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I splurged a little this year and bought a tablecloth and dinosaur cups. Kaelyn was super excited that I put dinosaurs on the table. I never let them have toys at the table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-LThXO6o-fsA/TXrJOmkUuhI/AAAAAAAAB0A/fU0ZECNqg9s/s1600/DSC_0157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-LThXO6o-fsA/TXrJOmkUuhI/AAAAAAAAB0A/fU0ZECNqg9s/s320/DSC_0157.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After all of the guests had arrived and decorated a party favor bag we served our dino themed lunch. We had broccoli bushes and chow mien twigs for the plant eaters, bone fossil biscuits for everyone, and dinosaur chicken nuggets for the meat eaters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ub2BKusrV08/TXrKaULvCaI/AAAAAAAAB0I/U-lggO2lV3U/s1600/DSC_0162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ub2BKusrV08/TXrKaULvCaI/AAAAAAAAB0I/U-lggO2lV3U/s320/DSC_0162.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here are our cute party goers enjoying their lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-SGY0Wbk71FM/TXrJRfVVaoI/AAAAAAAAB0E/tabZZwECZxA/s1600/DSC_0160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-SGY0Wbk71FM/TXrJRfVVaoI/AAAAAAAAB0E/tabZZwECZxA/s320/DSC_0160.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After everyone was done eating we sang to Kaelyn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She was obviously excited to get to blow out the candles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-v29ktNbnbyY/TXrKfLxMKsI/AAAAAAAAB0M/8swkJBJwZvc/s1600/DSC_0165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-v29ktNbnbyY/TXrKfLxMKsI/AAAAAAAAB0M/8swkJBJwZvc/s320/DSC_0165.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Take a big breath kiddo, FIVE is a lot of candles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bombtX2TXpM/TXrKiT100uI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/-xdu12_Ivj4/s1600/DSC_0168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bombtX2TXpM/TXrKiT100uI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/-xdu12_Ivj4/s320/DSC_0168.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, maybe blow a little harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2C-uqL6EMUY/TXrKvlu0LKI/AAAAAAAAB0c/xItthSaS1lU/s1600/DSC_0173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2C-uqL6EMUY/TXrKvlu0LKI/AAAAAAAAB0c/xItthSaS1lU/s320/DSC_0173.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Alright another big breath, you're sure to get them out this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JHpnZxbXE4g/TXrKsqASjMI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/r4RZ4WfdKe0/s1600/DSC_0172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JHpnZxbXE4g/TXrKsqASjMI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/r4RZ4WfdKe0/s320/DSC_0172.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Um, then again maybe not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am pretty sure if she was not wearing the crown her bangs might be going straight up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That is after all the direction she was blowing, straight up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-t_P2zimMRqw/TXrKlWk29ZI/AAAAAAAAB0U/WCQjaJkoN5g/s1600/DSC_0169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-t_P2zimMRqw/TXrKlWk29ZI/AAAAAAAAB0U/WCQjaJkoN5g/s320/DSC_0169.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay 5 years now, and my cute kiddo has yet to blow out her own candles. I feel like I have somehow neglected my parental duty. Note to self, have Kaelyn practice before next year's cake comes out. I know she can blow out a candle, she has done it before. Just never on her birthday cake!!&amp;nbsp; After cake and ice cream we opened the presents. I had to include the&amp;nbsp;picture of when she opened Kylie's present. Kylie was so excited about that Fur Real Kitty. I also have to say I love the fact that Kaelyn had named her kitty Allie Cat. (Or maybe it is alley cat, Kaelyn is punny even if she doesn't mean to be most of the time.)&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-nCZ6w1baNec/TXrK07Rr-KI/AAAAAAAAB0g/CHmRhCJXQJw/s1600/DSC_0193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-nCZ6w1baNec/TXrK07Rr-KI/AAAAAAAAB0g/CHmRhCJXQJw/s320/DSC_0193.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here are all of our dino-mite guests. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rgDFumX_vmo/TXrK4bvN6SI/AAAAAAAAB0k/am8H6jsmahA/s1600/DSC_0196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rgDFumX_vmo/TXrK4bvN6SI/AAAAAAAAB0k/am8H6jsmahA/s320/DSC_0196.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think everyone had a good time. They seemed to enjoy the Brontosaurs ring toss and pin the horn on the triceratops games, but mostly the kids just loved playing together. Thanks to all of Kaelyn's friends that came and gave her such nice gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After the party had wrapped up and all of the guests had headed home&amp;nbsp;we got ready to head to Milwaukee for Disney on Ice. Since Thursday night she had continued to insist that Kylie would be going with Daddy. However, Jon and I refused to let her give away her tickets. We knew, even if she didn't that she would love it. I am thankful that she fell asleep even before we made it to the east side of Madison, otherwise it would have been a very long drive listening to her tell me about how we should not be making the trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3RhdmXK81Us/TXrK97VmzFI/AAAAAAAAB0o/tn3V8816brY/s1600/DSCN0071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3RhdmXK81Us/TXrK97VmzFI/AAAAAAAAB0o/tn3V8816brY/s320/DSCN0071.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She wasn't grumpy about going, just unbelievably reluctant. I had planned on stopping somewhere along the way to get a fast food dinner of some sort, but since Kaelyn was napping I figured it would be better if I just got something&amp;nbsp;from the concession stand. This picture was taken before the show, we arrived about 30 minutes early, and I absolutely love how you can tell she is forcing the smile. She honestly thought that this would be no fun at all. My brother, described her as obstinate when I had been telling him about her "I'm not interested. Take Kylie." chorus over the phone the day after her birthday. Upon looking up the definition of the word I couldn't agree more:&amp;nbsp;"Stubbornly adhering to an opinion, purpose, or course, usually with implied unreasonableness."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So we waited and ate our hot dogs. Then the show started, Mickey and Minnie came out with their friends...still no interest from Kaelyn. She said she was going to take a nap. I couldn't help but wonder, "Really, you aren't going to watch this? Maybe it was a waste of money. Maybe I should have brought Kylie." But I waited and watched. It was about 5 minutes before the Lion King portion of the show started...﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-w26qU0MBJhg/TXrLBCSudXI/AAAAAAAAB0s/1yDiaMd5ThU/s1600/DSCN0091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-w26qU0MBJhg/TXrLBCSudXI/AAAAAAAAB0s/1yDiaMd5ThU/s320/DSCN0091.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...AND SHE WAS HOOKED!!! She loved the show! Lion King, Little Mermaid,&amp;nbsp;Lilo &amp;amp; Stitch, and Peter Pan.﻿ She couldn't take her eyes off of the ice! I, on the other hand, had a hard time taking my eyes off of her. Seriously look at that smile. It was magical! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry about the poor video quality, but I love the her smile, her enthusiastic clapping, and just the look of wonder on her face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fa82835ce03a66aa" 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.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfa82835ce03a66aa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D165788A9FBEE9B5A5C9C4E775E62231FBEB0D238.3E73C5E551B1F7172B704C1FBEB1ACD5EE742A49%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfa82835ce03a66aa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_5_VfGjGwg_RtKTiY12TLhTvsZo&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.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfa82835ce03a66aa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D165788A9FBEE9B5A5C9C4E775E62231FBEB0D238.3E73C5E551B1F7172B704C1FBEB1ACD5EE742A49%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfa82835ce03a66aa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_5_VfGjGwg_RtKTiY12TLhTvsZo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There at the very end of the video you heard her say it herself. "That was a GREAT SHOW!" The drive home was a lot of fun as Kaelyn told me over and over how much fun it was. The best line she said was, "Next time we should buy 4 tickets, because I know that Kylie and Daddy would love the show too!" Talk about make my heart happy. It was so worth it, even worth listening to her try and give her favorite birthday present away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-5206883292920619084?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/5206883292920619084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=5206883292920619084' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/5206883292920619084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/5206883292920619084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2011/03/kaelyn-birthday-part-2.html' title='Kaelyn Birthday (Part 2)'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8Mrnb1Fs0CE/TXrJKVvM9OI/AAAAAAAABz8/boTg35PNRy8/s72-c/DSC_0158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-7299169749123454719</id><published>2011-03-08T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T20:26:51.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaelyn Birthday (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe that she...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-PGT1-nGOHgY/TWheOwBGCoI/AAAAAAAABy8/Xtq2y7PiIAQ/s1600/2006_03_17+My+favorite+newborn+outfit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-PGT1-nGOHgY/TWheOwBGCoI/AAAAAAAABy8/Xtq2y7PiIAQ/s320/2006_03_17+My+favorite+newborn+outfit.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...is 5!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wQmnd793CFU/TWhpvNxBqsI/AAAAAAAABzo/-RDi7sI3vJs/s1600/2010+11+09+Kaelyn+4x6+edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wQmnd793CFU/TWhpvNxBqsI/AAAAAAAABzo/-RDi7sI3vJs/s320/2010+11+09+Kaelyn+4x6+edit.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So this year Jon was out of town for a very long business trip the first couple of weeks in Feb. He was originally scheduled to come home on the 11th, but he asked to be able to come home for Kaelyn's birthday. He got permission to come home on the 10th, but his flight&amp;nbsp;wouldn't arrive until 10:30PM. Knowing that Daddy would be gone for most of her birthday I wanted to make it an extra&amp;nbsp;special day. So after I put the girls to bed on the 9th&amp;nbsp;I did some birthday magic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-PDQks2ifPAc/TWhfqklNemI/AAAAAAAABzE/C87NknZNQyM/s1600/DSC_0128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-PDQks2ifPAc/TWhfqklNemI/AAAAAAAABzE/C87NknZNQyM/s320/DSC_0128.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I put up her dinosaur party decorations and set out her presents from grandparents (I had kept their arrival&amp;nbsp;a secret).﻿&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-M3gEGCV07E0/TWhf3zmdgiI/AAAAAAAABzQ/llHBgjwUsuE/s1600/DSC_0143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-M3gEGCV07E0/TWhf3zmdgiI/AAAAAAAABzQ/llHBgjwUsuE/s320/DSC_0143.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then I poured balloons all over her bedroom floor so that she could wake up to a couple of fun surprises. When she woke up in the morning we had French Toast for breakfast which she picked, however, when I went to put&amp;nbsp;candles on hers I realized I didn't have any! Oops. So I held the BBQ lighter while Kylie and I sang to her. After eating I let her open her presents from grandparents and the two smaller gifts the I had made for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2c8d5103f5cdb88f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2c8d5103f5cdb88f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D75C7853A3097F5E8F4E9F06DB683649A388B4D9.42E45393E7AC0D2FBEDEBFFEED90A7D1CF7423C8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2c8d5103f5cdb88f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D50kYWYn__vT8j7Tg7IHkV7QOn4w&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2c8d5103f5cdb88f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D75C7853A3097F5E8F4E9F06DB683649A388B4D9.42E45393E7AC0D2FBEDEBFFEED90A7D1CF7423C8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2c8d5103f5cdb88f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D50kYWYn__vT8j7Tg7IHkV7QOn4w&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fd46ace25a4a22f5" 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://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfd46ace25a4a22f5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6604F6FE1667964906736AD36914D8079A2ADE8A.567C20DCC903C4141964C03E1584576ABEC913D0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfd46ace25a4a22f5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dv13gjQBIUc2i5fWPbgUQbS_0N2I&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://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfd46ace25a4a22f5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6604F6FE1667964906736AD36914D8079A2ADE8A.567C20DCC903C4141964C03E1584576ABEC913D0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfd46ace25a4a22f5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dv13gjQBIUc2i5fWPbgUQbS_0N2I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had to include this picture of her gifts for two reasons. One, look at those cute dino pjs I made. She was so excited about them, and would have worn them every night since except I insisted that they be washed after so many times. Second, please note the red envelope with two familiar faces (or silhouettes). That is our big present for Kaelyn, which I told her she would have to wait to open until Daddy was home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Sk41bQRMKd8/TWhf-0xDGcI/AAAAAAAABzY/e5KOHahgs5Y/s1600/DSC_0148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Sk41bQRMKd8/TWhf-0xDGcI/AAAAAAAABzY/e5KOHahgs5Y/s320/DSC_0148.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After opening her presents Kaelyn worked on her fuzzy poster, and had me read her new books to her almost all morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x8ONoQ7PdSg/TWhf7MZIFSI/AAAAAAAABzU/vVvshb50rU0/s1600/DSC_0145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-x8ONoQ7PdSg/TWhf7MZIFSI/AAAAAAAABzU/vVvshb50rU0/s320/DSC_0145.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then it was off to preschool for the afternoon. Kylie and I were lucky enough to get to visit her classroom during snack time so that Kaelyn to pass out her dinosaur cupcakes. It was so much fun to be there and see the classroom in action. It was easy to see how special Kaelyn felt on her special day. I&amp;nbsp;like her preschool even more now than I did before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-WEcocLTHMXE/TWhoWNRAIRI/AAAAAAAABzc/VfTYkJUSaqw/s1600/DSCN0062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-WEcocLTHMXE/TWhoWNRAIRI/AAAAAAAABzc/VfTYkJUSaqw/s320/DSCN0062.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Don't you love the birthday candle headband? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oX4e9Ju6-OI/TWhfxlPo3AI/AAAAAAAABzM/sxdVOdcmiOk/s1600/DSC_0139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oX4e9Ju6-OI/TWhfxlPo3AI/AAAAAAAABzM/sxdVOdcmiOk/s320/DSC_0139.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jwCqvPpI95w/TWhoaS_bHVI/AAAAAAAABzg/jookfrHUB6E/s1600/DSCN0065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jwCqvPpI95w/TWhoaS_bHVI/AAAAAAAABzg/jookfrHUB6E/s320/DSCN0065.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Kylie loved the cupcakes,&amp;nbsp;and so&amp;nbsp;did everyone&amp;nbsp;else.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-k6L35mXcTM8/TWhodbRhnyI/AAAAAAAABzk/JKCTLvh_CBI/s1600/DSCN0066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-k6L35mXcTM8/TWhodbRhnyI/AAAAAAAABzk/JKCTLvh_CBI/s320/DSCN0066.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After preschool Kaelyn and Kylie just played the afternoon away. They wore themselves both out and took naps around 4:00 in the afternoon. At that point I decided that we could go and pick Jon up because if Kaelyn takes a nap she is up until at least 11:00PM. So my plan was to leave the house at about 7pm, run an errand at JoAnn Crafts, take the girls out to dinner at Kaelyn's restaurant of choice, (Which was she had decided days earlier would be Outback for their tasty Mac a Roo and Cheese.) and then go to Target to pick up a few things. I was quite certain that would be just about perfect for arriving at the airport to pick up Jon at about 10:30PM. The plan was perfect, that is until the logic of a child stepped in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were about 10 minutes into our drive to our first stop when Kaelyn&amp;nbsp;out of nowhere insisted that we could not&amp;nbsp;go out to eat without Daddy. I tried to explain that by the time we picked Daddy up all of the restaurants would be closed. I let her know that if she would like&amp;nbsp;maybe we could get ice cream on the way home.&amp;nbsp;NO it had to be a MEAL it&amp;nbsp;had to be&amp;nbsp;ON her birthday and it HAD to be&amp;nbsp;WITH Daddy. That was one stressful car ride. The whole time I couldn't help but think about how I must make her understand that none of us had eaten dinner yet and we were not about to wait until 10:00 at night to do so. My goodness there were buckets and buckets of tears!!! Eventually Grandpa L. saved the day and somehow convinced Kaelyn over the phone that it would be a good idea for us to go out to eat that night, then we could eat with&amp;nbsp;Daddy on a different night. So it was off to Outback Steakhouse for a very late and very leisurely dinner. &lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-CGNlJn3MAlg/TXbwMmRRfmI/AAAAAAAABzs/DWnD9ZZm6HQ/s1600/DSCN0068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-CGNlJn3MAlg/TXbwMmRRfmI/AAAAAAAABzs/DWnD9ZZm6HQ/s320/DSCN0068.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Thanks again Dad, you really saved me :) *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had been right that the timing was pretty close to perfect, and we arrived at the airport with only about five minutes to kill waiting in the cell phone lot. Kaelyn was so excited to see her Daddy again, and she was SUPER excited to open her last birthday present from us. So there by the light of the airport pick up lane she opened the red envelope with Mickey and&amp;nbsp;Minnie. Inside where two tickets to Disney on Ice for the night of Sat. Feb 12th. We knew she would love it, but neglected to realize that she wouldn't get it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She pulled those out and said, "What are these?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Tickets for you to see Disney on Ice with Mommy or Daddy this Saturday night. You get to pick."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Umm, tickets are not a good present. Small plastic animals would be much better."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;**SIGH**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So we drove home together, telling her that we were certain that she would love this present. She, still being a little bent out of shape by the dinner without Daddy fiasco, said that she did not want to go and that Daddy should just take Kylie. She "was not interested". Once we got home Jon pulled up clips from the show on youtube to show her. She sat by pretending to be all aloof, trying desperately to not be sucked in. No she had to stand her ground and act completely disinterested. A hard task for my now five year old girl to accomplish as she watched the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/EGTMPrTHiQk/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EGTMPrTHiQk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EGTMPrTHiQk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;It was quite funny to watch her trying not to watch. She held "firm" to her resolve and repeated her chorus of, "I'm not interested. Take Kylie." So rolling our eyes, and refusing to let her re-gift her birthday present we tucked her into bed wishing her a happy birthday yet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-7299169749123454719?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/7299169749123454719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=7299169749123454719' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/7299169749123454719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/7299169749123454719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2011/03/kaelyn-birthday-part-1.html' title='Kaelyn Birthday (Part 1)'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-PGT1-nGOHgY/TWheOwBGCoI/AAAAAAAABy8/Xtq2y7PiIAQ/s72-c/2006_03_17+My+favorite+newborn+outfit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-3783904424414753208</id><published>2011-02-25T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T17:55:12.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Fun around the House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So this is my random collection of fun goings on as of late. First up Kaelyn with her dinosaur pancake. This child eat, sleeps, plays, and dreams dinosaurs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TU-E9YG-x7I/AAAAAAAAByw/7db-fsiw6cE/s1600/DSCN0028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TU-E9YG-x7I/AAAAAAAAByw/7db-fsiw6cE/s320/DSCN0028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Next up we have a video of Kaelyn and Kylie playing one morning. I took this because Kylie put every barrette we own in her hair that morning and asked me to put in all the ponytails. Great hairdo for staying in on a cold morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e97c990d1dd96a4e" 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://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De97c990d1dd96a4e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2D5F12354CDB873CCD39E665F6B4F1BEABCAA73B.80176FB45E9D4D989D515C9B40C6EED0B777156%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De97c990d1dd96a4e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dzs0ITA4OjYrWYRFoHI3_NqbUwMw&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://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De97c990d1dd96a4e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2D5F12354CDB873CCD39E665F6B4F1BEABCAA73B.80176FB45E9D4D989D515C9B40C6EED0B777156%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De97c990d1dd96a4e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dzs0ITA4OjYrWYRFoHI3_NqbUwMw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next couple of pictures are evidence of how cold some mornings can be. These are the snow drifts that were behind my house for a couple of weeks. I would guess some were as much as 4 1/2 to 5 feet deep in spots. That was a crazy lot of snow. I am really glad that I live in a condo where some company does the shoveling. Especially since this was during Jon's very long business trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TU-FBDAfS-I/AAAAAAAABy0/gfeHbMlB_Sg/s1600/DSCN0019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TU-FBDAfS-I/AAAAAAAABy0/gfeHbMlB_Sg/s320/DSCN0019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TU-FDkOa5jI/AAAAAAAABy4/seCSyGzMSmc/s1600/DSCN0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TU-FDkOa5jI/AAAAAAAABy4/seCSyGzMSmc/s320/DSCN0024.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And finally we have a picture of Abby, Kaelyn's imaginary friend, tucked into her bed. She even has her snuggly stick. (Thank you Land Before Time for that bit of randomness.) Kaelyn did all of this then pulled me in her room to show me that Abby was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TU-Eh7IYPeI/AAAAAAAABys/TI9zqKtFQnc/s1600/DSCN0025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TU-Eh7IYPeI/AAAAAAAABys/TI9zqKtFQnc/s320/DSCN0025.JPG" width="320" /&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/509107818348593785-3783904424414753208?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/3783904424414753208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=3783904424414753208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/3783904424414753208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/3783904424414753208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2011/02/random-fun-around-house.html' title='Random Fun around the House'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TU-E9YG-x7I/AAAAAAAAByw/7db-fsiw6cE/s72-c/DSCN0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-1611429470724043584</id><published>2011-01-24T09:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T12:13:49.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Binky, where are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So while Jon was out of town the&amp;nbsp;second week of January&amp;nbsp;I decided that it was time for the binky to go the way of the Dodo bird. Kylie has done remarkably well without it. Although she did search for it for about a week. This is a super cute video of her on the hunt. I think my favorite part is&amp;nbsp;near the end where she calls out, "Binky, where are you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-639ba99438b09804" 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://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D639ba99438b09804%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A4F7A030664EDA0BB377DB17D861AB5A1F9B530.76EEEA52AE1A3F87CE24B62638E566548F96B5FF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D639ba99438b09804%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDh9M5EECGtW8SVI6kI3FhwopfAE&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://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D639ba99438b09804%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A4F7A030664EDA0BB377DB17D861AB5A1F9B530.76EEEA52AE1A3F87CE24B62638E566548F96B5FF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D639ba99438b09804%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDh9M5EECGtW8SVI6kI3FhwopfAE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Another proof that Kylie is growing is that Saturday night she told me she needed to go potty. I helped her take off the dress up she was wearing and she ran off to the bathroom. Jon and I were both surprised when a few minutes later, when Jon went to check on her she proudly announced, "I pee." Sure enough she had!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-1611429470724043584?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/1611429470724043584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=1611429470724043584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/1611429470724043584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/1611429470724043584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2011/01/binky-where-are-you.html' title='Binky, where are you?'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-488571422850979370</id><published>2011-01-23T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T12:12:21.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's lunch...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...was brought to you by the letter B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TT3cZynuN8I/AAAAAAAAByY/yBcj6G7LxZU/s400/2011+01+10+Our+B+themed+lunch.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On very much of a whim we decided to have a B lunch today. Bread and butter, bananas, broccoli, baby carrots, and blueberries. All served with blue dishes. It was a fun way to liven up lunch. Though let it be noted that Kaelyn wasn't sure that the carrots went along with the theme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-488571422850979370?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/488571422850979370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=488571422850979370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/488571422850979370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/488571422850979370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2011/01/todays-lunch.html' title='Today&apos;s lunch...'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TT3cZynuN8I/AAAAAAAAByY/yBcj6G7LxZU/s72-c/2011+01+10+Our+B+themed+lunch.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-8333041333865694759</id><published>2011-01-18T13:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T13:57:41.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Recap</title><content type='html'>I know it has been a long time coming, but I couldn't skip our Christmas adventures. We were very excited to have Tyler come and spend Dec 22nd through the 27th with us. We always have fun when he comes to visit. On the 23rd the girls and I look him to go and explore Cave of the Mounds in nearby Blue Mounds, WI. That was a fun short walk. Kaelyn and Kylie were both impressed with the cave formations. It reminded me of a miniature Timp caves experience (minus the two hour hike up a mountain). Which considering our group was a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTXQhSVXJbI/AAAAAAAABxM/d6ajsrYHzF8/s1600/DSCN4758.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTXQhSVXJbI/AAAAAAAABxM/d6ajsrYHzF8/s320/DSCN4758.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are a little squished, and this wasn't even "The Narrows" part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTXQGwQ78tI/AAAAAAAABw8/1DUxBI0xw7w/s1600/DSCN4743.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTXQGwQ78tI/AAAAAAAABw8/1DUxBI0xw7w/s320/DSCN4743.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Kaelyn trying to show Tyler the snake outline on the ceiling. Can you see it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTXQRRWsKOI/AAAAAAAABxA/xqjoQN8Fvr0/s1600/DSCN4746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTXQRRWsKOI/AAAAAAAABxA/xqjoQN8Fvr0/s320/DSCN4746.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now can you see it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTXQZEFvCBI/AAAAAAAABxE/dXmPWcmGUxo/s1600/DSCN4747+snake+outlined.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTXQZEFvCBI/AAAAAAAABxE/dXmPWcmGUxo/s320/DSCN4747+snake+outlined.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTXQcijjGdI/AAAAAAAABxI/acBjwKyW4zQ/s1600/DSCN4753.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTXQcijjGdI/AAAAAAAABxI/acBjwKyW4zQ/s320/DSCN4753.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTXQpS7ikbI/AAAAAAAABxU/YeNZZ39dtus/s1600/DSCN4771.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTXQpS7ikbI/AAAAAAAABxU/YeNZZ39dtus/s320/DSCN4771.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTXQkDGdBSI/AAAAAAAABxQ/eXlw_0dfL90/s1600/DSCN4766.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTXQkDGdBSI/AAAAAAAABxQ/eXlw_0dfL90/s320/DSCN4766.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We ended our outing with a plate of delicious nachos and some fried cheese curds at The Grumpy Troll resturant in Mt. Horeb. Look at that talent. Tyler can eat and be a bed for Kylie all at the same time!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTXQsTsJBRI/AAAAAAAABxY/4ZoFk10MDpI/s1600/DSCN4779.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTXQsTsJBRI/AAAAAAAABxY/4ZoFk10MDpI/s320/DSCN4779.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Christmas eve we ventured out in the morning to go check on our favorite gift of the year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTXR6-FlDtI/AAAAAAAABxc/_ilU32FeIlI/s1600/2010+12+24+Baby+3+first+picture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTXR6-FlDtI/AAAAAAAABxc/_ilU32FeIlI/s320/2010+12+24+Baby+3+first+picture.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...or more accurately our favorite gift&amp;nbsp;for next&amp;nbsp;year. I had an ultrasound appointment to check on our newest baby. The baby is healthy with a heartbeat of 156 beats per minute. The baby was measuring 5 days bigger than expected. That, however, was not enough to have the doctor change my due date. We are still looking at having a July 6th due date. He or she was hiccuping half of the time, which was really cute to watch. I am really glad Tyler&amp;nbsp;was here because that meant after the technition was done taking her mesurments our girls&amp;nbsp;got to&amp;nbsp;come back and see the baby moving around. Kylie spent more time looking at me on the bed than at the screen, but Kaelyn was enchanted by that little figure on the screen. Though&amp;nbsp;you could tell that she was just trusting us that it was in fact our baby. &amp;nbsp;So Tyler, &amp;nbsp;thanks for watching the girls&amp;nbsp;in the waiting&amp;nbsp;room for us while the tech did the measuring part!&amp;nbsp;After that appointment was over we did our regular grocery shopping since we usually shop on Saturdays.&amp;nbsp;You can&amp;nbsp;add grocery shopping on Christmas Eve to the list of things I hope never to do again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning was absolutely perfect. Our kids were both so excited about the gifts that Santa had left for them. Our cinnamon roll and hot chocolate breakfast was delightful. Honestly the only thing I would change about that day was the fact that we couldn't go and visit Grandma and Grandpas' houses like I did as a little girl. I think that the video below explains perfectly how much fun our morning was. (Ok after&amp;nbsp;two failed attempts I am going to have to try to post my video some other time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTXsDI7UmGI/AAAAAAAABxk/XyXj0UBdeqM/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTXsDI7UmGI/AAAAAAAABxk/XyXj0UBdeqM/s400/DSC_0012.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our morning continued with the usual unwrapping and mess making extravaganza.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTXsSpd8SVI/AAAAAAAABxs/Y-ymYr1tDMU/s1600/DSC_0027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTXsSpd8SVI/AAAAAAAABxs/Y-ymYr1tDMU/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTXsXj0l6lI/AAAAAAAABxw/MwQxz_xr3lQ/s1600/DSC_0025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTXsXj0l6lI/AAAAAAAABxw/MwQxz_xr3lQ/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The girls spent the whole day in their pjs and loved playing with all of the new toys. We had fun Skypeing with both sets of grandparents and other family members. I love technology! Though we did not get to talk with Brian, who is serving a mission in Russia. I guess even technology has it's limits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTXsKCBoj6I/AAAAAAAABxo/xcT-Zkiqynw/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTXsKCBoj6I/AAAAAAAABxo/xcT-Zkiqynw/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sitting down to an unexpectedly late, but worth the wait Christmas dinner. I am really starting to wonder how on earth our mom's were able to serve a meal on time with everything getting done at the same time. That kind of planning and skill is not a strenth I have devleoped as of yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTXr6sxAi7I/AAAAAAAABxg/FwClx4e6V58/s1600/DSC_0037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTXr6sxAi7I/AAAAAAAABxg/FwClx4e6V58/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There was&amp;nbsp; nothing spectacular about the 26th, we went to church and hung out at home. Then on the morning of the 27th Jon drove Tyler to the airport before heading off to work. As is usually the case Tyler's visit was full of lots of stories being read and&amp;nbsp;some silly fun.&amp;nbsp;Also his visits always remind me&amp;nbsp;that for all the ups and downs, all the tears and frustrations, I truely am very blessed to have such sweet beautiful and fun girls in my life. I loved having Tyler visit us for Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That was just the beginning of our holiday fun. Only a few short hours after Tyler's departure a couple of our friends from Clevland arrived. Molly and Matthew&amp;nbsp;drove out to spend some time with us. They were here from Dec 27th to January 1st. We had a good time. I especially enjoyed watching Matthew and Kaelyn play together again. I know that Kaelyn has missed Matthew a lot since we moved. They jumped right into playing every form of dinosaurs known to man, with the&amp;nbsp;boardgame Kaelyn got for Christmas, the toys, the new dino chopsticks, pretending to be dinosaurs themselves!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'd say the&amp;nbsp;highlights of their visit&amp;nbsp;included our trip to the zoo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTX2A5Ip7jI/AAAAAAAABx0/Qs7kOTPcyWg/s1600/DSCN4809.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTX2A5Ip7jI/AAAAAAAABx0/Qs7kOTPcyWg/s320/DSCN4809.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTX2IHTgkkI/AAAAAAAABx4/kftwCg0V9cU/s1600/DSCN4810.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTX2IHTgkkI/AAAAAAAABx4/kftwCg0V9cU/s320/DSCN4810.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;our sledding adventure at Elver Park, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTYAXmoBH1I/AAAAAAAAByM/_4m6awUoSDM/s1600/DSCN4812.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTYAXmoBH1I/AAAAAAAAByM/_4m6awUoSDM/s320/DSCN4812.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(I am kind of bummed that my camera lens cover started malfunctioning that day so I only have half a picture from that fun afternoon of sledding. Thanks again to the Huangs for our new sled. If you want to see some more cute pictures of that adventure and the rest of their visit you can click &lt;a href="http://chirishmatthew.blogspot.com/2011/01/verona-wisconson-is-epic.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to visit Molly's blog.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then there was of course the requisit visit to Epic campus to show off what a crazy fun place it is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTX_0crDy1I/AAAAAAAABx8/-KnsF8K5G94/s1600/DSCN4802.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTX_0crDy1I/AAAAAAAABx8/-KnsF8K5G94/s320/DSCN4802.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTX__OdXjOI/AAAAAAAAByE/xXvrV8AKOhg/s1600/DSCN4797.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTX__OdXjOI/AAAAAAAAByE/xXvrV8AKOhg/s320/DSCN4797.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTYAFG6u_9I/AAAAAAAAByI/Z3re52AOBmM/s1600/DSCN4803.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTYAFG6u_9I/AAAAAAAAByI/Z3re52AOBmM/s320/DSCN4803.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and the nightly dance partys that came at the end of Matthew's cello practices. Molly would bounce the bow on the strings and the kids would just dance and go delightfully crazy. It was a lot of fun. I wish I had remembered to take a picture or video of their dancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We thourohly enjoyed our time playing with Matthew and Molly again.&amp;nbsp;Thank you for coming to visit us. ﻿To top off our holiday fun we had a game night at our house on New Years Eve. There were about 6 families that came over. It was so much fun to have so many people over to play games with. I know that there were at least 6 different games played that night. It has been way too long since we had such a great game night. I am hoping to have many more like it.&amp;nbsp;It was a great way to end 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-8333041333865694759?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/8333041333865694759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=8333041333865694759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/8333041333865694759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/8333041333865694759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2011/01/holiday-recap.html' title='Holiday Recap'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TTXQhSVXJbI/AAAAAAAABxM/d6ajsrYHzF8/s72-c/DSCN4758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-564277622321889100</id><published>2010-12-05T14:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T14:12:22.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lone Dinosaur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Kaelyn and Kylie really enjoy this little song from one of the Land Before Time movies. They have watched about a zillion times! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/J_04IlYBAiI/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J_04IlYBAiI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J_04IlYBAiI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I can tell Kylie really loves&amp;nbsp;this song&amp;nbsp;because she will occasionally put on performances of "The Lone Dinosaur" for us. Complete with her very own unique Kylie styling. Sure, she only really knows the words "tail as fast as lightning" and she repeats "dinosaur" over and over.&amp;nbsp; However, I think it is pretty cute, especially the way that she twists up her face to sing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3fa56baaf420b5ef" 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://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3fa56baaf420b5ef%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D62C2ADF754A04BD3A760F48D955E107ACA922785.23E9A607E81E1CB950F655FC507CB40043215FC3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3fa56baaf420b5ef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTC9iIuBlLMc4GD1wFGNC5Lyvd_g&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://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3fa56baaf420b5ef%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D62C2ADF754A04BD3A760F48D955E107ACA922785.23E9A607E81E1CB950F655FC507CB40043215FC3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3fa56baaf420b5ef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTC9iIuBlLMc4GD1wFGNC5Lyvd_g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿The night that I took this video she was singing for at least 15 minutes straight. I am not a huge fan of the song, but Kylie is making it grow on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-564277622321889100?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/564277622321889100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=564277622321889100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/564277622321889100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/564277622321889100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2011/01/lone-dinosaur.html' title='The Lone Dinosaur'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-1221401986483288668</id><published>2010-11-28T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T08:41:59.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny funny moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So this Thanksgiving weekend has been full of things that have made made us laugh out loud. Our girls are so much fun and like most kids, say the darndest things. So here are my top two funny moments of the weekend thus far. The first happened in the car on the way home from the grocery store yesterday morning. Kaelyn asked for a Kleenex. I handed her one and she said, "You know, after I blow my nose it will be a dirty-ex." Jon and I just laughed. Yes kiddo, it will no longer be a "clean-ex" if you have used it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My second funny story of the weekend was inspired by the many episodes of Mythbusters we watched on Thanksgiving day. One episode there were more than your average number of explosions. (And for Mythbusters average number of explosions per show is pretty high anyway!) Well I have to admit that my concern for the future grew because every time we saw something like&amp;nbsp; this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TPKA4O3PFGI/AAAAAAAABwk/SJOU7xHlqrk/s1600/explode+fun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TPKA4O3PFGI/AAAAAAAABwk/SJOU7xHlqrk/s320/explode+fun.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...Kylie would laugh out loud and say things like "Explode! Fun!" Another camera angle of the car exploding another roll of laughter from my little Miss Mischief. Hmm, do you think I should I be concerned? Again Jon and I couldn't help but laugh. I should have thought to make a video of her watching that episode. It was so funny! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love my girls. They really are a light in my life. We have so much fun together, and they really do remind me to not take simple things for granted. There is so much in life that is blessed. From the beautiful blue sky with fluffy white clouds to the wonder of sparkling white snow. Things that as we get older we don't even notice anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-1221401986483288668?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/1221401986483288668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=1221401986483288668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/1221401986483288668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/1221401986483288668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2010/11/funny-funny-moments.html' title='Funny funny moments'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TPKA4O3PFGI/AAAAAAAABwk/SJOU7xHlqrk/s72-c/explode+fun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-840086699703153975</id><published>2010-11-22T08:33:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T08:39:57.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool Thanksgiving Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Kaelyn's preschool is taking this week of Thanksgiving off, however last&amp;nbsp;Thursday they had a Thanksgiving feast. The girls and I had a lot of fun attending that. It is kind of a bummer that&amp;nbsp;Daddy had to miss it, since he was out of town on a business trip. I was surprised at how much food my girls ate. Kylie&amp;nbsp;especially was wolfing food down. Here is a video of the song that the preschool kids performed before the meal. Kaelyn loves this song and I think it is kind of&amp;nbsp;neat that she has learned to spell family thanks to this song. Hope you enjoy it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7e345e3dce1dd660" 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://v7.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7e345e3dce1dd660%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D13950198C4D93B00DF2FC6081A7AA21206F99E45.40BAF69D3944BB6A7DC4F576EA5BCC0A533B1D49%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7e345e3dce1dd660%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DU4g20xXdovE_Mz-7raH2ZKyIUjk&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://v7.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7e345e3dce1dd660%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D13950198C4D93B00DF2FC6081A7AA21206F99E45.40BAF69D3944BB6A7DC4F576EA5BCC0A533B1D49%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7e345e3dce1dd660%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DU4g20xXdovE_Mz-7raH2ZKyIUjk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As Kaelyn was watching this video with me she said, "So squishy." Apparently being crowded all up in the front made her reluctant to do some crazy dancing with her classmates. Just so you know the little girl in a&amp;nbsp; purple jumpsuit at the very far left of the line is Kaelyn's favorite preschool friend Jette. Just in case you ever wondered.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-840086699703153975?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/840086699703153975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=840086699703153975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/840086699703153975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/840086699703153975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2010/11/preschool-thanksgiving-celebration.html' title='Preschool Thanksgiving Celebration'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-2402049221255193494</id><published>2010-11-01T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:06:51.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I scare you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TM-BJI5Y-kI/AAAAAAAABjU/JXPj9yWtWfM/s1600/2010+11+01_2330.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TM-BJI5Y-kI/AAAAAAAABjU/JXPj9yWtWfM/s320/2010+11+01_2330.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TM-AUXqnIxI/AAAAAAAABis/GV6oOHc1S1U/s1600/2010+10+21_2327.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TM-AUXqnIxI/AAAAAAAABis/GV6oOHc1S1U/s200/2010+10+21_2327.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TM-BJI5Y-kI/AAAAAAAABjU/JXPj9yWtWfM/s1600/2010+11+01_2330.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know that you are all thinking&amp;nbsp;that aliens must have abducted&amp;nbsp;Skye, because she would NEVER blog about an event the day after it happened. That would be way too fast. Never fear though, I am safe and sound with no paranormal activity here.&amp;nbsp;Well except maybe the fact that I am doing a timely blog entry. ;-) The house is quiet&amp;nbsp;and I have some time to kill before heading to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We had a lot of fun celebrating Halloween this past week. It all kicked off on Wed. with a playgroup party at the church. That was a lot of fun with crafts, games, a story, prizes, and even a parachute. Which was one of my all time favorite group activities as a kid. When we arrived the church was still locked so we waited in the car while the wind was blowing like crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Here are my girls in costume ready to head to that party. Just as I predicted in my previous post Kylie did not want to dress up either time we "had" to. But here she is my unhappy ballerina.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TM-AaABqzTI/AAAAAAAABiw/asufUG1wEqo/s1600/2010+10+27+Kylie+the+reluctant+ballerina.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TM-AaABqzTI/AAAAAAAABiw/asufUG1wEqo/s320/2010+10+27+Kylie+the+reluctant+ballerina.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Of course Kaelyn was more than happy to put on her&amp;nbsp;pink triceratops costume. She has worn it almost everyday since I finished it back at the beginning of October. I&amp;nbsp;am happy with the way it turned out. It make my heart happy to know that Kaelyn&amp;nbsp;feels the same way, &amp;nbsp;I have heard&amp;nbsp;her&amp;nbsp;more than once say, "Oh I&amp;nbsp;just love the way my costume&amp;nbsp;turned out!" She sounds like my little&amp;nbsp;echo sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TM-AnUkgv3I/AAAAAAAABi4/12E5lP8g_4o/s1600/2010+10+27_2388.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TM-AnUkgv3I/AAAAAAAABi4/12E5lP8g_4o/s320/2010+10+27_2388.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TM-Aq8AQ32I/AAAAAAAABi8/CIEqV5gV2kM/s1600/2010+10+29_2351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TM-Aq8AQ32I/AAAAAAAABi8/CIEqV5gV2kM/s320/2010+10+29_2351.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Getting Kylie dressed for the ward activity on Friday did not go any better. Before we left home Kylie wanted to wear the fairy wings from last year's costume. So I dressed her to match, however, I had to take the wings&amp;nbsp;off to put her in her car seat and she refused to put them back on once we arrived at the activity. She wouldn't wear the tutu either, so she was just weirdly dressed. Orange shirt with nonsense words, purple shorts, and rainbow tights. Oh well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The ward activity&amp;nbsp;was a major event, with a huge turn out! First was dinner, then a costume parade, followed by&amp;nbsp;a trunk-or-treat, topped off with a carnival! I went home that night exhausted! We didn't really play many of the games because Kaelyn wanted to start with the cake walk. The line for that was HUGE.&amp;nbsp; However, the person running it was kind enough to let Kylie walk with Kaelyn. So that is why they are holding hands in the picture below. Eventually they won a whole plate of cookies. The other picture is of Kaleyn licking the donut powder off of her face from the donut eating contest. The best line of the night was when we asked Kaelyn what she liked about the night she said, "The cake walk becaused I got COOKIES!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TM-BAo8Mn2I/AAAAAAAABjM/QBytgidU4Wk/s1600/2010+10+29_2360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TM-BAo8Mn2I/AAAAAAAABjM/QBytgidU4Wk/s320/2010+10+29_2360.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TM-A8R32AyI/AAAAAAAABjI/sZ_JSS5L24M/s1600/2010+10+29_2356.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TM-A8R32AyI/AAAAAAAABjI/sZ_JSS5L24M/s320/2010+10+29_2356.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Both of my girls were in trunk-or-treat heaven! Seriously look at all that candy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TM-A08FbqLI/AAAAAAAABjA/Cp3S0IGm24U/s1600/2010+10+29_2361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TM-A08FbqLI/AAAAAAAABjA/Cp3S0IGm24U/s320/2010+10+29_2361.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TM-A4P97BsI/AAAAAAAABjE/u8zROYVVLHE/s1600/2010+10+29_2363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TM-A4P97BsI/AAAAAAAABjE/u8zROYVVLHE/s320/2010+10+29_2363.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Saturday morning we had a few friends over to decorate Halloween cookies, something that I consider a traditional must do&amp;nbsp;in order celebrate this holiday. It was certainly a laid back get together, but we all had a great time I think. It was fun to see my girls playing so well with friends, and just having a good time. The picture below was taken shortly before our guests arrived. As you can see it was hard to keep Kylie away from the tables of frosting and sprinkles before it was time to get started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TM-BFauJxpI/AAAAAAAABjQ/JyjWT0MGY1w/s1600/2010+10+30_2338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TM-BFauJxpI/AAAAAAAABjQ/JyjWT0MGY1w/s320/2010+10+30_2338.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For the actual evening of Halloween we invited&amp;nbsp;two other&amp;nbsp;friends over for dinner in a pumpkin and a friendly game of Wits and Wagers. It was the first time I had ever played it, and it was fun.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All in all I would say we had a spook-tacular week! Hope you did too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="96" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TM-AkmSnN9I/AAAAAAAABi0/b0tAVnHPYIg/s320/2010+10+27_2375.JPG" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 414px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 804px; visibility: hidden;" width="72" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-2402049221255193494?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/2402049221255193494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=2402049221255193494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/2402049221255193494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/2402049221255193494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2010/11/did-i-scare-you.html' title='Did I scare you?'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TM-BJI5Y-kI/AAAAAAAABjU/JXPj9yWtWfM/s72-c/2010+11+01_2330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-7281907412247080933</id><published>2010-10-26T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T15:40:25.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to remember forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There are somethings that I just want to remember forever.&amp;nbsp;You know those things that are certain to make you smile every time you see them or think about them.&amp;nbsp; Here are a couple of cute things that my girls do, that I have been trying to get on video for quite awhile.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First is Kylie and her way of volunteering to say prayers. At almost every meal Jon will say, "Who wants to say prayer?" Kylie starts this... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-eb314ec0bf67fc6e" 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://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deb314ec0bf67fc6e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2247443F4C004A420816E5E26B29CE5568906202.6C54458B30D36365E81E2F8FDC0E96203EABE91B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deb314ec0bf67fc6e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4VBRr3bZbAy91pKqaSgro2MjcJY&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://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deb314ec0bf67fc6e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2247443F4C004A420816E5E26B29CE5568906202.6C54458B30D36365E81E2F8FDC0E96203EABE91B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deb314ec0bf67fc6e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4VBRr3bZbAy91pKqaSgro2MjcJY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...Kaelyn joins in, and then Jon will too just for the fun of it. What a silly bunch I live with : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then there is the very endearing way that Kaelyn cuts with scissors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Please pay close attention to her mouth. So cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2e39f52a85cca501" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2e39f52a85cca501%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40DC4728D4285A84B1390BA7932A1D14BA1BD920.639FDAA9859E458D307F49B62012EDE9A58AAE1E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2e39f52a85cca501%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsLA4XBR69tZJvN8VDvx4brGCJ-M&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2e39f52a85cca501%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40DC4728D4285A84B1390BA7932A1D14BA1BD920.639FDAA9859E458D307F49B62012EDE9A58AAE1E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2e39f52a85cca501%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsLA4XBR69tZJvN8VDvx4brGCJ-M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-7281907412247080933?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/7281907412247080933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=7281907412247080933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/7281907412247080933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/7281907412247080933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-want-to-remember-forever.html' title='I want to remember forever'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-9067266266538325743</id><published>2010-10-19T14:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T17:57:33.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just can't wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am so excited for Halloween this year. Kaelyn's pink triceratops costume turned out so cute. I had to think long and hard about what Kylie might keep on. Anything on her head is a no go.﻿ I won't tell you what&amp;nbsp;I came up with, we'll just have to wait and see if it works out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know why Halloween is so much fun these days. To be completely honest I &lt;strong&gt;HATE&lt;/strong&gt; all things scary. I haven't seen Jurassic Park or Sixth Sense because I am sure they would both give me nightmares. I do love finding fun Halloween foods though. This year we won't be doing an all out dinner party like we did in Cleveland, but I really want to have a chance to try these new recipes sometime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blood red hot chocolate with marshmallow bones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TL4N9UK3NcI/AAAAAAAABiY/0sysFtHVcNo/s1600/blood-red-hot-chocolate-xl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TL4N9UK3NcI/AAAAAAAABiY/0sysFtHVcNo/s320/blood-red-hot-chocolate-xl.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cauliflower Brains&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TL4N_k3-tZI/AAAAAAAABic/rcwAUC_Jwow/s1600/cauliflower-brains-456.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TL4N_k3-tZI/AAAAAAAABic/rcwAUC_Jwow/s320/cauliflower-brains-456.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Dead Man's Dip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TL4OBCox0NI/AAAAAAAABig/ou1gRMKjFc8/s1600/dead-mans-dip-240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TL4OBCox0NI/AAAAAAAABig/ou1gRMKjFc8/s320/dead-mans-dip-240.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Eyeball Soup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TL4ODNNcMcI/AAAAAAAABik/PtlIgcq_jj0/s1600/eye-popping-soup-xl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TL4ODNNcMcI/AAAAAAAABik/PtlIgcq_jj0/s320/eye-popping-soup-xl.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy Dogs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TL4-YCdbOdI/AAAAAAAABio/ASImzD_ipPg/s1600/mummy+dogs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TL4-YCdbOdI/AAAAAAAABio/ASImzD_ipPg/s1600/mummy+dogs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am amazed at how creative people can be. These just look fun. The supply of ideas is seemingly endless. I love the internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-9067266266538325743?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/9067266266538325743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=9067266266538325743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/9067266266538325743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/9067266266538325743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-cant-wait.html' title='Just can&apos;t wait'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TL4N9UK3NcI/AAAAAAAABiY/0sysFtHVcNo/s72-c/blood-red-hot-chocolate-xl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-3285451578821656110</id><published>2010-10-18T09:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T09:46:42.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet my little Miss...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TLN4rQ3PysI/AAAAAAAABhw/-WB1agGFIBY/s1600/2010+07+04+Kylie+mascera+madness+(2).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/_qebo56x8NbM/TLN4rQ3PysI/AAAAAAAABhw/-WB1agGFIBY/s400/2010+07+04+Kylie+mascera+madness+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526893852370127554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mischief that is... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylie has always had quite the nack for getting into things, and making messes. Sometime I actually find myself being amazed that such a little girl can make such a huge mess. She is making sure, one mess at a time, that I never repeat some of my mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top picture is from the day after we arrived in Wisconsin, Kylie got into my makeup and used up all of what was left of my maskera. She was not a fan of the cleaning up process. Lesson learned, never again will I leave my makeup on the bathroom counter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the time that I foolishly let her play with the sissors from a mending kit while we drove to the store. We were in a hurry to leave and she had just found them. I looked at them and thought, "Well, she can't cut herself with those. It'll be okay." So I didn't bother to take them away. As we were driving to the store she started crying. I glanced over my shoulder and couldn't see what was the problem. However, once I went to get her out of the car in the parking lot the problem became evident. There was beautiful blonde hair everywhere! All over her clothes, and the carseat, and her face. I'd have cried too if I had hair in my mouth that my hair-covered hand couldn't get out. She had spent the whole drive hacking away at her little ponytail! It was a matted, ratted mess. Only after we were done in the store did I try to take out her hair elastic. The huge clump of hair in my hand in this picture is what came out with it. Lesson learned, Pay 100% attention to a kid with any type of sissiors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TLN5MCQrtbI/AAAAAAAABiA/HOmynNaWOuc/s1600/2010+07+31+Skye+holds+the+hair+Kyile+cut+off.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/_qebo56x8NbM/TLN5MCQrtbI/AAAAAAAABiA/HOmynNaWOuc/s400/2010+07+31+Skye+holds+the+hair+Kyile+cut+off.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_552689415385966002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I learned don't let Kylie in the bathroom unattended. Let's just say Kylie must have felt I need that extra push to make sure the bathroom floor got mopped today. Today is trash day and like always  took the can out to the curb right after breakfast. When I came back in the house I heard the water running again (Kaelyn had just been washing her hands after going to the bathroom). "Kylie turn off the water." (I knew it was her, even if I didn't think she could reach.) Kylie came running around the kitchen island with her little hands covered in soap. So I hurried around the corner to turn off the water, no need to waste it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is when it became evident that Kylie wanted to help me mop the floor in the bathroom. The sink had overflowed and covered 3/4 of the floor. Seriously? I promise you even with the step stool she can't reach the faucet, but I guess she can climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that she is curious, and wants to be independent. However, with all the adventures and messes that Kylie gets into I am starting to wonder if the lesson I should be learning is: NEVER let Kylie out of my sight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-3285451578821656110?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/3285451578821656110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=3285451578821656110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/3285451578821656110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/3285451578821656110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2010/10/meet-my-little-miss.html' title='Meet my little Miss...'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TLN4rQ3PysI/AAAAAAAABhw/-WB1agGFIBY/s72-c/2010+07+04+Kylie+mascera+madness+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-1689823082900329288</id><published>2010-10-08T20:17:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T20:41:37.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school, a month ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TK_fcvb0xnI/AAAAAAAABho/h8JalqHurIY/s1600/2010+09+07+Kaelyn+first+day+of+St+James+Preschool+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TK_fcvb0xnI/AAAAAAAABho/h8JalqHurIY/s400/2010+09+07+Kaelyn+first+day+of+St+James+Preschool+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525880952669390450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So way back on Sept. 7th Kaelyn started preschool, one actually taught by a licenced teacher. She absolutely loves it. She was very quick to make new friends there and although she often responds with "I don't remember." or "I don't know." when we ask her what she did at school, I know that they are doing all sorts of fun stuff. Thanks to the preschool's website I know more details about what they do in class. I have really enjoyed getting to see those pictures and reading the stories that they share about the classroom experiences. In school she has already had a apple red day and had a fire fighter came to visit their class. Kaelyn has always been one smart cookie, and she is just thriving in that learning environment. It is such a joy to watch her grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TK_fPxarY7I/AAAAAAAABhg/2Us6q5yhdDY/s1600/2010+09+07+Kaelyn+first+day+of+St+James+Preschool+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TK_fPxarY7I/AAAAAAAABhg/2Us6q5yhdDY/s400/2010+09+07+Kaelyn+first+day+of+St+James+Preschool+(3).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525880729863152562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-1689823082900329288?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/1689823082900329288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=1689823082900329288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/1689823082900329288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/1689823082900329288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-day-of-school-month-ago.html' title='First day of school, a month ago'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TK_fcvb0xnI/AAAAAAAABho/h8JalqHurIY/s72-c/2010+09+07+Kaelyn+first+day+of+St+James+Preschool+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-7019461045299325864</id><published>2010-09-19T16:23:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T17:36:03.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because</title><content type='html'>I usually ask my girls what they want for lunch, and usually I get the answer of mac and cheese or ramen noodles. I'll be honest with you neither of those sound good to me pretty much ever. So I end up eating a lot of peanut butter and honey sandwhiches. Now I like a pb and honey, but not 5 times a week. So I have started on somewhat of a quest to find super fast, easy, and tastey meals that are easy to cook for one. I say cooking for one because chances are if it's tastey my kids probably won't like it! I'm afraid that I am only slightly exsagerating. This week I experimented with a new dish, which was inspired by a side I had at a dinner party back in Cleveland. I love it so I told my sister I'd share the recipe with her, but I figured it is worth sharing with all my friends and family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all you have to do is take these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TJacHPvfawI/AAAAAAAABhE/lq7-0HwtVWA/s1600/2010+09+17_1353.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/_qebo56x8NbM/TJacHPvfawI/AAAAAAAABhE/lq7-0HwtVWA/s400/2010+09+17_1353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518770041687862018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pasta - 2oz dry/or enough for one (I have tried linguinie and fettuccini)&lt;br /&gt;*Olive Oil - 1 tsp &lt;br /&gt;*Minced Garlic - 1 Tlbs&lt;br /&gt;*Water - 1-2 Tlbs&lt;br /&gt;*Cherry or Grape Tomatos - large handful, cut in half&lt;br /&gt;*Lemon Juice - 2 Tlbs&lt;br /&gt;*Basil - 1/2 tsp or 5-6 leaves of fresh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook noodles according to package directions. Drain and set aside. In the same pan you cooked the noodles add olive oil and garlic. Saute that for awhile then add the water and tomatoes. Cook that all together till the tomatos are tender (skins soften a bit). Return pasta to the pan and toss with lemon juice and basil. If using fresh basil add that at the same time you add the tomatoes so that is can cook. Once it is well mixed you are ready to eat my version of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;strong&gt;Lemon Pasta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TJabzK-cGyI/AAAAAAAABg8/4CNQ6TLv_fA/s1600/2010+09+17_1355.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/_qebo56x8NbM/TJabzK-cGyI/AAAAAAAABg8/4CNQ6TLv_fA/s400/2010+09+17_1355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518769696810998562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-7019461045299325864?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/7019461045299325864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=7019461045299325864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/7019461045299325864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/7019461045299325864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-because.html' title='Just because'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TJacHPvfawI/AAAAAAAABhE/lq7-0HwtVWA/s72-c/2010+09+17_1353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-5668024747890521795</id><published>2010-09-05T15:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T16:45:12.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to our humble abode...</title><content type='html'>Okay so this post has been over a month in the making. I took to heart what Jon said the other day,"Don't let perfect become the enemy of good." So here it is good enough, no my pictures aren't hung and I have dirty dishes, oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been living here for over a month now and I thought it was time to share what our new place looks like. Naturally not everything is finished. I have at least one craft project in the kids room to finish and the basement needs a lot of help. (mostly in the toy organization department). We have been waiting until payday to buy some needed furniture, like a replacement for the bookcase that broke in the move. So here we go... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TGHgVMIPyLI/AAAAAAAABfg/S1f7vHtQ7Ac/s1600/2010+08+04+Perkins+Condo+worded.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503926874261145778 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TGHgVMIPyLI/AAAAAAAABfg/S1f7vHtQ7Ac/s400/2010+08+04+Perkins+Condo+worded.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Main Living Area&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5b793ada166a9514" 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" 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Even more exciting was that the tile accents on the floor match the shower curtain and towels I already owned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFdA2xJRvlI/AAAAAAAABfQ/xf0uZA3Jjgw/s1600/2010+07+12_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500936779505712722 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFdA2xJRvlI/AAAAAAAABfQ/xf0uZA3Jjgw/s400/2010+07+12_0173.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;The Basement&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-12e5d39fea5c995c" 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://v8.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D12e5d39fea5c995c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D254063964AC756CE74C2590C41492D6F5CBB3ACC.44E741789C9FD270FE02B4F512D632AA59E20A9F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D12e5d39fea5c995c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDCv066lomaEPQ8x_2vuQGpbo3yw&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://v8.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D12e5d39fea5c995c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D254063964AC756CE74C2590C41492D6F5CBB3ACC.44E741789C9FD270FE02B4F512D632AA59E20A9F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D12e5d39fea5c995c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDCv066lomaEPQ8x_2vuQGpbo3yw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This closet smelled like smoke (from the upstairs neighbor) but baking soda and vinegar seemed to fix that problem. And now it is a little playhouse for the girls... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TIQBc9m6R7I/AAAAAAAABgs/e_8jh4hBy2I/s1600/2010+07+19_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513533440894060466 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TIQBc9m6R7I/AAAAAAAABgs/e_8jh4hBy2I/s400/2010+07+19_0002.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Smile Bathroom&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TIQAaWfH6yI/AAAAAAAABgk/ycMgqh3k-K0/s1600/2010+09+02_1185.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513532296521050914 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TIQAaWfH6yI/AAAAAAAABgk/ycMgqh3k-K0/s400/2010+09+02_1185.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TIQALFD_6bI/AAAAAAAABgc/bkM_qmxso_A/s1600/2010+09+02_1187.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513532034145839538 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TIQALFD_6bI/AAAAAAAABgc/bkM_qmxso_A/s400/2010+09+02_1187.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here is yet another storage closet, but this one has a little surprise &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFc-c0QccdI/AAAAAAAABfA/k4TaGfLWHjc/s1600/2010+07+22_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500934134641226194 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFc-c0QccdI/AAAAAAAABfA/k4TaGfLWHjc/s400/2010+07+22_0131.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;With all of the other storage avaliable in the house I was able to transform most of this HUGE closet into a craft room! A great spot where I can leave projects unfinished without worrying that the kids will make a mess of them. I love it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFc-PhkNz1I/AAAAAAAABe4/42bKutG-8kw/s1600/2010+07+22_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500933906285580114 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFc-PhkNz1I/AAAAAAAABe4/42bKutG-8kw/s400/2010+07+22_0129.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-5668024747890521795?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/5668024747890521795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=5668024747890521795' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/5668024747890521795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/5668024747890521795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2010/09/welcome-to-our-humble-abode.html' title='Welcome to our humble abode...'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TGHgVMIPyLI/AAAAAAAABfg/S1f7vHtQ7Ac/s72-c/2010+08+04+Perkins+Condo+worded.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-3273404784705476859</id><published>2010-09-04T21:06:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T22:01:26.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the move</title><content type='html'>The night we packed our truck I was overwhelmed by how many people came to help us. I felt so loved. I kid you not there were at least 11 men there, plus Molly who brought Matthew and her laptop with a movie to entertain the kids while we loaded the truck. I felt, and still feel, so grateful for each one of you who were able to be there. When we moved to Cleveland everything fit into 10 feet on the ABF trailer, so when we got the 16 foot Budget truck we were worried that our things would be sliding around in there. The first thing we put on the truck was our couch, and at that point two things became evident. First, the ABF cargo area was MUCH taller. Second we would be lucky to get everything on! I seriously consider it nothing less than a miracle that Dan Yeates was able to arrange everything so that it all fit. By the time that were were done loading the truck the next morning there probably wasn't a cubic foot of empty space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday June 28th we pulled out of Cleveland around 1PM. Jon drove the truck and I drove with the girls in our car behind him. The first 20 minutes were the scariest part for me. We were heading south on 271, and seemingly out of nowhere the truck started to rock violently. It was serious enough that I thought I was going to watch my husband die! I watched the tires squish as the full weight of our load shifted from side to side! Eventually, after what seemed like a slow motion eternity, Jon got it under control and that is when we figured out that we couldn't go over 55 or 60 mph! Which made our long drive (9 hours total according to Google maps) even longer. However, I much preferred going slow to ending up a widow. The whole rocking thing happened three or so more times, but Jon got a lot better at preventing and correcting it. Other than that I can say it was a rather uneventful drive. We spent the night in Niles, MI and went to dinner with a friend from Jon's mission. That was certainly a "when else will we have the chance to get together?" thing. The Walker family was very nice and I am thankful for the great meal and company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we took the girls swimming at the hotel, just because we could. Then we headed out to finish our drive at about 10:45. A tender mercy of my drive that day is that both of my kids, who never seem to sleep at the same time, dozed off just as we were entering Chicago and slept all the way through. I do not like driving in Chicago (all of 3 times I have done it), and I liked it even less when I didn't have the GPS. However, I feel like Jon and I worked together well for changing lanes and stuff. It got a little tense though when Jon clipped some other trucks mirror and it folded his passenger side mirror in. So in effect Jon spent at least half, if not more, of our hour long drive through Chicago driving 1/2 blind! That was stressful because there was no way to pull over and stop to fix it. I was glad when we got to a toll plaza and I could hop out and unfold his mirror arm. I just wish getting off at said plaza hadn't been such a close brush with death. It was a very last minute change of lanes to Jon's blind side with a car coming up way too fast behind us. Don't worry there wasn't a crash or anything. It just scared me really badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TIMgr-Z6oQI/AAAAAAAABf8/1pW2uBUaCgE/s1600/2010+06+30+Unloading+the+truck+(8).JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513286308689780994 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TIMgr-Z6oQI/AAAAAAAABf8/1pW2uBUaCgE/s400/2010+06+30+Unloading+the+truck+(8).JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say that with so much driving I was so relived when we arrived at our new place at around 3:30in the afternoon. It was really odd because when we got here the family we are renting from was still here. I have never moved into a place that wasn't empty when we arrived. It all worked out fine of course, but it was certainly different. When people arrived to help out here they got to have some double dip fun. The owners loaded their stuff that was in the house onto a truck. We then moved our truck up and it was unloaded into the living room, then the the rest of the Perkin's things went onto our now empty truck. Yep, the kind folks who helped us move got to move TWO families worth of stuff! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As people gathered around our truck to help unload it at our new place there were a number of gasps as Jon slowly pulled the door open. One guy summed it up best when he said in amazement, "That is the best packed truck I have EVER seen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-399044e46760d166" 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://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D399044e46760d166%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16C15EE4F9D1752EE3F5E970D2CC375243144AA.4DD0CD7A8C4E26643167AB4AC71E796A5F75D29A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D399044e46760d166%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9oaGdhVEKrUL_N_6Yj9lLTskMFE&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://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D399044e46760d166%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16C15EE4F9D1752EE3F5E970D2CC375243144AA.4DD0CD7A8C4E26643167AB4AC71E796A5F75D29A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D399044e46760d166%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9oaGdhVEKrUL_N_6Yj9lLTskMFE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow this was a crazy move, but things a have worked out well. I am glad to say that it didn't take us long to get the house out of this state...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TIMiAxyDG7I/AAAAAAAABgE/fK0xUs2L8Bk/s1600/2010+07+01+Rearranging+the+boxes+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TIMiAxyDG7I/AAAAAAAABgE/fK0xUs2L8Bk/s400/2010+07+01+Rearranging+the+boxes+(3).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513287765590219698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...but we'll save that for the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-3273404784705476859?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/3273404784705476859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=3273404784705476859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/3273404784705476859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/3273404784705476859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2010/09/on-move.html' title='On the move'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TIMgr-Z6oQI/AAAAAAAABf8/1pW2uBUaCgE/s72-c/2010+06+30+Unloading+the+truck+(8).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-7249681383929794009</id><published>2010-07-31T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T18:55:09.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa that was fast.</title><content type='html'>*I started this post on June 18th. I started crying and couldn't finish...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TBu-_BAhPKI/AAAAAAAABUc/NoWExfZH3Hs/s1600/2008_07_30+Moving+day+the+plane+ride+must+have+been+exhausting.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/_qebo56x8NbM/TBu-_BAhPKI/AAAAAAAABUc/NoWExfZH3Hs/s400/2008_07_30+Moving+day+the+plane+ride+must+have+been+exhausting.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484186961065360546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a warm July afternoon our Ohio adventure began...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TBu_VMNudOI/AAAAAAAABUk/tCTedpU9x9o/s1600/2008_07_31+Jon+is+holding+back+proof+that+our+contents+have+shifted.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/_qebo56x8NbM/TBu_VMNudOI/AAAAAAAABUk/tCTedpU9x9o/s400/2008_07_31+Jon+is+holding+back+proof+that+our+contents+have+shifted.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484187342030664930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so thankful to everyone that helped make our move a good one. Jon's parents who drove our car across the country, Tyler who came up to help us unload (and I think he wanted to meet his new niece), those men in the Mayfield ward whom we had never met that were willing to help us unload our things, and my mom who came to help me with the transition of such a new place and now having two kids to take care of.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFOrM18bx7I/AAAAAAAABXk/4eo0u3GjZTY/s1600/2008_08_04+Tyler+Grandma+Sue+and+Kylie.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/_qebo56x8NbM/TFOrM18bx7I/AAAAAAAABXk/4eo0u3GjZTY/s400/2008_08_04+Tyler+Grandma+Sue+and+Kylie.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499927807076845490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I was touched at how many people came to drop by our first couple of weeks in Ohio. I felt so welcomed. It wasn't long at all before we started to discover all the wonders that Cleveland has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The botanical gardens&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFOn698KXMI/AAAAAAAABW8/cUiQqhklRIM/s1600/2008_08_07+Botanical+gardens+(49).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/_qebo56x8NbM/TFOn698KXMI/AAAAAAAABW8/cUiQqhklRIM/s400/2008_08_07+Botanical+gardens+(49).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499924201450659010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Cleveland Indians&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFOoTZBa_yI/AAAAAAAABXE/MH3cadzmRQ8/s1600/2008_08_13+Skye+Kylie+and+Kaelyn+enjoying+the+Indians+game+(2).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/_qebo56x8NbM/TFOoTZBa_yI/AAAAAAAABXE/MH3cadzmRQ8/s400/2008_08_13+Skye+Kylie+and+Kaelyn+enjoying+the+Indians+game+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499924621037338402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The North Chagrin Reservation (Thanks again Hatsuho for inviting us this day. Otherwise Kaelyn would have missed out on this neat experience.)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFOpLwWr8RI/AAAAAAAABXM/8WCJXlC2TSs/s1600/2008_09_03+Kaelyn+and+Skye+butterfly+wonder.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/_qebo56x8NbM/TFOpLwWr8RI/AAAAAAAABXM/8WCJXlC2TSs/s400/2008_09_03+Kaelyn+and+Skye+butterfly+wonder.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499925589373219090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Children's Museum&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO031ykEgI/AAAAAAAABY0/kr3eBMuUiOc/s1600/2008_12_23+Kaelyn+and+Jon+at+work.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/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO031ykEgI/AAAAAAAABY0/kr3eBMuUiOc/s400/2008_12_23+Kaelyn+and+Jon+at+work.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499938441374470658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Science Center&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFRx9K5r6VI/AAAAAAAABbU/lELBbpQxCCg/s1600/2009+10+13+Science+Center+(15).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFRx9K5r6VI/AAAAAAAABbU/lELBbpQxCCg/s400/2009+10+13+Science+Center+(15).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500146340638484818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The terrific fountain by Daddy's school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFRxq1gQ1iI/AAAAAAAABbM/yt-ckyuLF_s/s1600/2009+10+03+Family+pics+take+1+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFRxq1gQ1iI/AAAAAAAABbM/yt-ckyuLF_s/s400/2009+10+03+Family+pics+take+1+(3).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500146025657062946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO_rIGWmqI/AAAAAAAABa8/Ns6whP_1E-Q/s1600/2009+07+24+Headlands+Beach+Alex+Kaelyn+Kylie+and+Katelynn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO_rIGWmqI/AAAAAAAABa8/Ns6whP_1E-Q/s400/2009+07+24+Headlands+Beach+Alex+Kaelyn+Kylie+and+Katelynn.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499950317578918562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beautiful shores and beaches of Lake Erie&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO-dWl2XII/AAAAAAAABak/CSLoeivoa60/s1600/2009+06+22+Venovich+Park+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO-dWl2XII/AAAAAAAABak/CSLoeivoa60/s400/2009+06+22+Venovich+Park+(4).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499948981439323266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squire's Castle&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFSFKcLvH3I/AAAAAAAABds/-B3VwXW6K3o/s1600/2009+06+09+Squires+castle+(28).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/_qebo56x8NbM/TFSFKcLvH3I/AAAAAAAABds/-B3VwXW6K3o/s400/2009+06+09+Squires+castle+(28).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500167459336822642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Patterson's Farm Family Fun Fest (go on a weekday if you can)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFRyrafJm_I/AAAAAAAABbk/bZAEfgOKNw0/s1600/2009+10+17+Family+Fun+Fest+(10).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFRyrafJm_I/AAAAAAAABbk/bZAEfgOKNw0/s400/2009+10+17+Family+Fun+Fest+(10).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500147135096134642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Free zoo with dinosaurs&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFR4w2RhfEI/AAAAAAAABdU/bxVTXzZo6qI/s1600/2010+05+12+Zoo+(13)+Just+the+girls.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/_qebo56x8NbM/TFR4w2RhfEI/AAAAAAAABdU/bxVTXzZo6qI/s400/2010+05+12+Zoo+(13)+Just+the+girls.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500153825524284482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Covered Bridges of Ashtubula County&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFRyWv0U9OI/AAAAAAAABbc/x9cx9oZMEzI/s1600/2009+10+16+Covered+Bridge+Tour+(43).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFRyWv0U9OI/AAAAAAAABbc/x9cx9oZMEzI/s400/2009+10+16+Covered+Bridge+Tour+(43).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500146780044850402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFR4PejybpI/AAAAAAAABc8/kXX4tcSERXE/s1600/2010+04+07+Lake+Farm+(5)+Matthew+Huang+and+Kaelyn+brush+horse+ANN.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/_qebo56x8NbM/TFR4PejybpI/AAAAAAAABc8/kXX4tcSERXE/s400/2010+04+07+Lake+Farm+(5)+Matthew+Huang+and+Kaelyn+brush+horse+ANN.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500153252222758546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lake Farmpark&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFR3idlxVRI/AAAAAAAABck/X9x7DwkXkmQ/s1600/2010+03+17+Kaelyn+holding+baby+lamb+(2).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/_qebo56x8NbM/TFR3idlxVRI/AAAAAAAABck/X9x7DwkXkmQ/s400/2010+03+17+Kaelyn+holding+baby+lamb+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500152478868526354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discovered that Cleveland was close enough to visit some neat places. Like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirtland&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO8_DAljzI/AAAAAAAABaU/hhNzPMhEtMc/s1600/2009+06+13+Kirtland+Temple.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/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO8_DAljzI/AAAAAAAABaU/hhNzPMhEtMc/s400/2009+06+13+Kirtland+Temple.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499947361275055922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFRzdNPch2I/AAAAAAAABb8/wlzp67LdROg/s1600/2009+12+29+Kirtland+nativity+exhibit+(9).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/_qebo56x8NbM/TFRzdNPch2I/AAAAAAAABb8/wlzp67LdROg/s400/2009+12+29+Kirtland+nativity+exhibit+(9).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500147990534063970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chagrin Falls&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFR48v9gbfI/AAAAAAAABdc/TqjemtMoNn8/s1600/2010+05+29+Chagrin+Falls+Balloon+Festival+(17).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFR48v9gbfI/AAAAAAAABdc/TqjemtMoNn8/s400/2010+05+29+Chagrin+Falls+Balloon+Festival+(17).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500154029988146674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with all its charms&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFR37ApnBNI/AAAAAAAABcs/UATooOunKuc/s1600/2010+04+03+Chagrin+Falls+Egg+Hunt+(16).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/_qebo56x8NbM/TFR37ApnBNI/AAAAAAAABcs/UATooOunKuc/s400/2010+04+03+Chagrin+Falls+Egg+Hunt+(16).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500152900596729042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washington D.C.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFOp74xeAUI/AAAAAAAABXc/okWYc6Q_Y54/s1600/2008_09_19+DC+Washington+Monument+with+flags+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFOp74xeAUI/AAAAAAAABXc/okWYc6Q_Y54/s400/2008_09_19+DC+Washington+Monument+with+flags+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499926416266756418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO_XVXYYBI/AAAAAAAABa0/NFaru6ovwVo/s1600/2009+07+04+Fireworks+(11)+Kissing+detail.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO_XVXYYBI/AAAAAAAABa0/NFaru6ovwVo/s400/2009+07+04+Fireworks+(11)+Kissing+detail.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499949977542615058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And all it has to offer&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFOpodE4bcI/AAAAAAAABXU/kvFxAebQSZY/s1600/2008_09_17+DC+Tyler+gives+Kaelyn+a+piggy+back+ride.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFOpodE4bcI/AAAAAAAABXU/kvFxAebQSZY/s400/2008_09_17+DC+Tyler+gives+Kaelyn+a+piggy+back+ride.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499926082414472642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niagra Falls&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO5ifdU7gI/AAAAAAAABZs/wEnpZ8XCdqA/s1600/2009+05+08+Niagra+Falls+(277).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO5ifdU7gI/AAAAAAAABZs/wEnpZ8XCdqA/s400/2009+05+08+Niagra+Falls+(277).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499943572160704002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sacred Grove in Palmyra, NY&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO6FXOGWAI/AAAAAAAABZ8/ZQG9ija2NZs/s1600/2009+05+09+(12)+The+Sacred+Grove+vertical.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/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO6FXOGWAI/AAAAAAAABZ8/ZQG9ija2NZs/s400/2009+05+09+(12)+The+Sacred+Grove+vertical.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499944171244771330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were things about Cleveland that we expected...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO2Ur25zKI/AAAAAAAABZE/DYQcNoMXzTE/s1600/2009+01+10+Kaelyn+out+in+the+snow+(11).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO2Ur25zKI/AAAAAAAABZE/DYQcNoMXzTE/s400/2009+01+10+Kaelyn+out+in+the+snow+(11).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499940036436151458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFRzp97xBMI/AAAAAAAABcE/0KMcKvpPfng/s1600/2009+12+31+Jon+Kaelyn+and+Kylie+with+their+snowman.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/_qebo56x8NbM/TFRzp97xBMI/AAAAAAAABcE/0KMcKvpPfng/s400/2009+12+31+Jon+Kaelyn+and+Kylie+with+their+snowman.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500148209763288258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there were some unexpected adventures...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFOvSkgq_jI/AAAAAAAABYM/dedFuva6up4/s1600/2008_11_30+Tyler+shows+off+his+hospital+trophey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFOvSkgq_jI/AAAAAAAABYM/dedFuva6up4/s400/2008_11_30+Tyler+shows+off+his+hospital+trophey.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499932303522725426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFTTTbI25nI/AAAAAAAABeM/AkQ1LIDYyqU/s1600/2010+02+03+Kylie+with+a+bigger+rash+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFTTTbI25nI/AAAAAAAABeM/AkQ1LIDYyqU/s400/2010+02+03+Kylie+with+a+bigger+rash+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500253375582103154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaelyn had fun in co-op preschools&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO5tk63hOI/AAAAAAAABZ0/NjK3u_Ucu-4/s1600/2009+05+12+Joyschool+These+girls+do+not+want+a+picture.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/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO5tk63hOI/AAAAAAAABZ0/NjK3u_Ucu-4/s400/2009+05+12+Joyschool+These+girls+do+not+want+a+picture.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499943762605343970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFR4bCgTneI/AAAAAAAABdE/-q3C3LpT4N0/s1600/2010+05+04+Preschool+Picnic+(3)+Keegan+Hatch+Kaelyn+Katelynn+Yearsley+Malcom+Smith+Dutton+Y+and+Cole+Welch.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/_qebo56x8NbM/TFR4bCgTneI/AAAAAAAABdE/-q3C3LpT4N0/s400/2010+05+04+Preschool+Picnic+(3)+Keegan+Hatch+Kaelyn+Katelynn+Yearsley+Malcom+Smith+Dutton+Y+and+Cole+Welch.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500153450850393570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a number of stages...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFOsivKISLI/AAAAAAAABX0/1MQMvv4lq-o/s1600/2008_10_09+Kaelyn+is+proud+of+her+long+line+of+toys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFOsivKISLI/AAAAAAAABX0/1MQMvv4lq-o/s400/2008_10_09+Kaelyn+is+proud+of+her+long+line+of+toys.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499929282723989682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFOrngnqjUI/AAAAAAAABXs/v0lrYKbdMgg/s1600/2008_08_19+Kylie+spitting+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFOrngnqjUI/AAAAAAAABXs/v0lrYKbdMgg/s400/2008_08_19+Kylie+spitting+up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499928265209056578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFR3Z34qSnI/AAAAAAAABcc/sYxKxktJxtE/s1600/2010+03+12+Skye+with+new+cut+and+color.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFR3Z34qSnI/AAAAAAAABcc/sYxKxktJxtE/s400/2010+03+12+Skye+with+new+cut+and+color.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500152331308255858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And plenty reasons to celebrate...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFOuH7KD1UI/AAAAAAAABYE/epWsADN7W5U/s1600/2008_10_31+All+the+beautiful+food.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFOuH7KD1UI/AAAAAAAABYE/epWsADN7W5U/s400/2008_10_31+All+the+beautiful+food.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499931021111711042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO0qy613SI/AAAAAAAABYs/FCYNJNxn7D8/s1600/2008_11_27+Thanksgiving+dinner+angle+view.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/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO0qy613SI/AAAAAAAABYs/FCYNJNxn7D8/s400/2008_11_27+Thanksgiving+dinner+angle+view.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499938217265585442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO0R1x2IiI/AAAAAAAABYk/wbr3xYQTTrs/s1600/2008_12_21+Kaelyn+and+Kyile+in+Christmas+dresses+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO0R1x2IiI/AAAAAAAABYk/wbr3xYQTTrs/s400/2008_12_21+Kaelyn+and+Kyile+in+Christmas+dresses+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499937788536431138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO7fHRWXWI/AAAAAAAABaM/DrZXxLmUngI/s1600/2009+06+12_Kylie%27s+first+birthday+party_3652a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO7fHRWXWI/AAAAAAAABaM/DrZXxLmUngI/s400/2009+06+12_Kylie%27s+first+birthday+party_3652a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499945713151663458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFRzPBDTfuI/AAAAAAAABb0/bcf9uyTiHpo/s1600/2009+12+20+Kylie+in+Christmas+dress+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFRzPBDTfuI/AAAAAAAABb0/bcf9uyTiHpo/s400/2009+12+20+Kylie+in+Christmas+dress+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500147746743746274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFR1-AjUFvI/AAAAAAAABcM/TjeBWN1gFB4/s1600/2010+02+13+Kaelyn+Birthday+Party+(11)+Fav+with+cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFR1-AjUFvI/AAAAAAAABcM/TjeBWN1gFB4/s400/2010+02+13+Kaelyn+Birthday+Party+(11)+Fav+with+cake.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500150753086674674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFR4DFCivSI/AAAAAAAABc0/aZz99YRW2GM/s1600/2010+04+04+Easter+Morning+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFR4DFCivSI/AAAAAAAABc0/aZz99YRW2GM/s400/2010+04+04+Easter+Morning+(3).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500153039214001442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were always fun surprises that added to the beauty of Cleveland for me...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO9jc-XXgI/AAAAAAAABac/i1FK9j8rB3A/s1600/2009+06+16+My+yellow+rose.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO9jc-XXgI/AAAAAAAABac/i1FK9j8rB3A/s400/2009+06+16+My+yellow+rose.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499947986720349698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO4-G9oQQI/AAAAAAAABZc/Hya16YqtL3I/s1600/2009+04+24+Holy+Oil+Can+Church+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO4-G9oQQI/AAAAAAAABZc/Hya16YqtL3I/s400/2009+04+24+Holy+Oil+Can+Church+(3).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499942947110011138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO4fEG69oI/AAAAAAAABZU/x6Aq74qenjA/s1600/2009+04+21+Tulips+from+the+West.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO4fEG69oI/AAAAAAAABZU/x6Aq74qenjA/s400/2009+04+21+Tulips+from+the+West.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499942413767734914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFR4juYAXYI/AAAAAAAABdM/sNDz6bjdSN4/s1600/2010+04+11+Pink+tree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFR4juYAXYI/AAAAAAAABdM/sNDz6bjdSN4/s400/2010+04+11+Pink+tree.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500153600065691010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFOs59TZU-I/AAAAAAAABX8/8MVOcvuGKyw/s1600/2008_10_25+Pumpkin+Patch+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFOs59TZU-I/AAAAAAAABX8/8MVOcvuGKyw/s400/2008_10_25+Pumpkin+Patch+(3).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499929681657943010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very best part about our time in Ohio are the friends we made. I was sad to find that I have next to no pictures of my friends, plenty of my kids' friends, but not mine :( Even if I don't have a picture of you I miss you all. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFRy9AtUNDI/AAAAAAAABbs/gxurEaumzbw/s1600/2009+10+29+Clara+the+magician.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFRy9AtUNDI/AAAAAAAABbs/gxurEaumzbw/s400/2009+10+29+Clara+the+magician.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500147437413872690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFOz6IGgebI/AAAAAAAABYc/V5M0cPSkr9E/s1600/2008_12_16+Pacific+East+dinner.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/_qebo56x8NbM/TFOz6IGgebI/AAAAAAAABYc/V5M0cPSkr9E/s400/2008_12_16+Pacific+East+dinner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499937381138069938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFR3QPzimcI/AAAAAAAABcU/7pBc20nPww4/s1600/2010+02+13+Kaelyn+Birthday+Party+(48)+Group+fav.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFR3QPzimcI/AAAAAAAABcU/7pBc20nPww4/s400/2010+02+13+Kaelyn+Birthday+Party+(48)+Group+fav.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500152165930539458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFSE3bpjOBI/AAAAAAAABdk/8NzJ4qqiTCs/s1600/2009+04+30+Skye+and+Krisi+Ayala.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/_qebo56x8NbM/TFSE3bpjOBI/AAAAAAAABdk/8NzJ4qqiTCs/s400/2009+04+30+Skye+and+Krisi+Ayala.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500167132775921682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO6ejSwxRI/AAAAAAAABaE/maypbYqc_a8/s1600/2009+05+21+Pool+Party+at+Smiths+house+Kylie+Alex+and+Clara+by+pool.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/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO6ejSwxRI/AAAAAAAABaE/maypbYqc_a8/s400/2009+05+21+Pool+Party+at+Smiths+house+Kylie+Alex+and+Clara+by+pool.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499944603982284050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO1CL8hYRI/AAAAAAAABY8/5SDeSSJAUt4/s1600/2008_12_31+Mafia+first+round.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/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO1CL8hYRI/AAAAAAAABY8/5SDeSSJAUt4/s400/2008_12_31+Mafia+first+round.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499938619120509202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO5MCB-84I/AAAAAAAABZk/gCp0mi3gzvc/s1600/2009+04+29+Alex+watching+Kaelyn.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/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO5MCB-84I/AAAAAAAABZk/gCp0mi3gzvc/s400/2009+04+29+Alex+watching+Kaelyn.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499943186304267138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFTQK37BAzI/AAAAAAAABd8/GekmDMD66iA/s1600/2010+06+28_9884.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/_qebo56x8NbM/TFTQK37BAzI/AAAAAAAABd8/GekmDMD66iA/s400/2010+06+28_9884.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500249930154967858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We truly had hoped to find a job in Cleveland and stay awhile longer. That is not how things worked out.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFTRoryhEAI/AAAAAAAABeE/2ci3282k-eY/s1600/2010+06+29_9875.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/_qebo56x8NbM/TFTRoryhEAI/AAAAAAAABeE/2ci3282k-eY/s400/2010+06+29_9875.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500251541805797378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our time here really flew by so quickly. I wasn't at all prepared to move on. In all our preparations to move I haven't be worried about where we are going, it is just that leaving behind a place that has been so wonderful is hard for me. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO-93yVGzI/AAAAAAAABas/jjpL8l6lplo/s1600/2009+06+22+Venovich+Park+(9).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFO-93yVGzI/AAAAAAAABas/jjpL8l6lplo/s400/2009+06+22+Venovich+Park+(9).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499949540105853746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cleveland will forever be a part of us, it was our home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-7249681383929794009?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/7249681383929794009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=7249681383929794009' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/7249681383929794009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/7249681383929794009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2010/06/whoa-that-was-fast.html' title='Whoa that was fast.'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TBu-_BAhPKI/AAAAAAAABUc/NoWExfZH3Hs/s72-c/2008_07_30+Moving+day+the+plane+ride+must+have+been+exhausting.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-411527739457005570</id><published>2010-07-11T14:11:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T14:55:01.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One year older...</title><content type='html'>My little ladybug turned two just a few days before we left Ohio. In fact I am embarrassed to admit that we almost forgot her birthday in the whole moving process. She had a little bit of early birthday fun when she opened one of her presents from Grandma and Grandpa M. on the 20th. It is a doll that giggles when you squeeze it, Kylie thought that was good stuff! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TDo4Uqc0mSI/AAAAAAAABWc/M_VJznHigRM/s1600/2010+06+20_9954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TDo4Uqc0mSI/AAAAAAAABWc/M_VJznHigRM/s400/2010+06+20_9954.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492764623175457058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On her actual birthday, I spent the entire day baking cupcakes. We had invited our friends to come and visit as kind of combined birthday party/farewell party. I wanted it to be a fairly low key affair, so the only plans I made was to serve cake and ice cream. Kaelyn had the idea that we should make butterfly cupcakes, which sounded super cute. I found a couple of really cute ideas online like &lt;a href="http://annies-eats.com/2009/05/26/butterfly-cupcakes/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; one, but those were way more work and expense than I was willing to put into a two year old birthday party less than a week before moving. I did find an easier idea online though. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TDo6k5221DI/AAAAAAAABWk/up52xC5-d8s/s1600/2010+06+23_9918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TDo6k5221DI/AAAAAAAABWk/up52xC5-d8s/s400/2010+06+23_9918.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492767101212349490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love the internet! I can look something up and have a step by step guide how to duplicate the outcome. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TDo6y7dw1JI/AAAAAAAABWs/sm8s2Gqt0po/s1600/2010+06+23_9934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TDo6y7dw1JI/AAAAAAAABWs/sm8s2Gqt0po/s400/2010+06+23_9934.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492767342162138258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think I made about 85 or so cupcakes. Crazy? Yes, but fun. And they turned out sooooo cute!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TDo7FTjPXMI/AAAAAAAABW0/077R6rxKyVs/s1600/2010+06+23_9923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TDo7FTjPXMI/AAAAAAAABW0/077R6rxKyVs/s400/2010+06+23_9923.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492767657865206978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I didn't take more pictures that day! I only have pictures of the cupcakes because I asked a friend to take them. We really had a great night spending time with some of our friends. Thank you to everyone who was able to make it. I also want to say thank you to those who gave Kylie such nice gifts, they have all been thoroughly enjoyed. We miss all of our friends in Cleveland, and hope that life is being kind to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-411527739457005570?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/411527739457005570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=411527739457005570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/411527739457005570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/411527739457005570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-year-older.html' title='One year older...'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TDo4Uqc0mSI/AAAAAAAABWc/M_VJznHigRM/s72-c/2010+06+20_9954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-6042036148283098072</id><published>2010-07-07T18:28:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T19:25:30.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cedar Point</title><content type='html'>Back when we first moved to Cleveland, Tyler (my brother) said that we should go to Cedar Point, a large amusement park in Ohio, while we lived there. While that sounded like fun it was always out of the budget. However, I guess Tyler wasn't going to let an excuse like that keep us from making some memories. So while he was visiting us during our last week in town he took us out to good old Sandusky, OH. Talk about a fun day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TDUtmivdP0I/AAAAAAAABWU/rdeXBI8-fmk/s1600/2010+06+22_9896.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/_qebo56x8NbM/TDUtmivdP0I/AAAAAAAABWU/rdeXBI8-fmk/s400/2010+06+22_9896.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491345460832321346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We made good use of the parent ride passes, which allow one parent (aka:Jon) to ride with a guest (aka:Tyler), while the other parent stays with the kids. Then after those riders have made it through the line the second parent (aka:me) would get to ride with the guest again without having to wait in line. You just get to walk on through the exit and on to the rides! That was really cool! I rode Millennium Force, Raptor, and I think another ride that way. They were all pretty good, but I screamed the whole time on Millennium Force! When we got off Tyler made sure to tell Jon about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TDUtcfUlV9I/AAAAAAAABWM/XUnwHufEsZw/s1600/2010+06+22_9897.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/_qebo56x8NbM/TDUtcfUlV9I/AAAAAAAABWM/XUnwHufEsZw/s400/2010+06+22_9897.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491345288115607506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only share that somewhat embarrassing tidbit because later on in the day Kaelyn had to ride the kiddie coaster alone because both Tyler and Jon (who were with her at the time, more on that later.) were too tall to be able to fold themselves up in the car to ride with her. However, she rode it by herself and had a great time. When the ride was through she got off and triumphantly announced, "I was so brave. I didn't scream like Mommy!" Apparently, she was paying attention when Tyler was telling Jon about my trip on Millennium Force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TDUtMVxBMZI/AAAAAAAABWE/G7NAHYrImwA/s1600/2010+06+22_9895.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/_qebo56x8NbM/TDUtMVxBMZI/AAAAAAAABWE/G7NAHYrImwA/s400/2010+06+22_9895.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491345010672611730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved staying with the girls while the guys did all the waiting in lines. By lunch time I was feeling pretty guilty that I got to watch the girls enjoy 2 or 3 rides in the amount of time it took the guys to get through one ride. Sometime around 2pm, while the guys were waiting in line for 'Top Thrill Dragster' I was doing some more kiddie rides with the girls, on one in particular I was riding with Kylie and when she wanted me to hold her she felt really hot. I decided that I should see if I could find some children's Tylenol. After a couple of gift shops failed me I figured I would go to a first aid station. That is where I found out she had a fever of 104.1! Talk about scary! We figured it was probably heat exhaustion, after all it was a hot day. Well I spent the next couple of hours in the pleasantly air conditioned first aid office, holding Kylie while she napped and waiting for her fever to come down. Around about 5pm we decided to have dinner, then Jon ended up taking the girls home. It had been a very long and (mostly) fun day for both of them. Tyler and I stayed until the park closed fitting in as many rides as possible. I had a blast and am thankful that we were able to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-6042036148283098072?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/6042036148283098072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=6042036148283098072' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/6042036148283098072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/6042036148283098072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2010/07/cedar-point.html' title='Cedar Point'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TDUtmivdP0I/AAAAAAAABWU/rdeXBI8-fmk/s72-c/2010+06+22_9896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-1375270568156492873</id><published>2010-07-06T14:49:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T19:55:58.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up up and away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TDPqaLySGEI/AAAAAAAABVs/rCa5-7Ptfwk/s1600/2010+05+29_9767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TDPqaLySGEI/AAAAAAAABVs/rCa5-7Ptfwk/s400/2010+05+29_9767.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490990106255956034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TDPphD_ALbI/AAAAAAAABVk/MbXWJYvmM2s/s1600/2010+05+29_9786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TDPphD_ALbI/AAAAAAAABVk/MbXWJYvmM2s/s400/2010+05+29_9786.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490989124909280690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TDPoFbeZdVI/AAAAAAAABVc/mFHCMETa3Lo/s1600/2010+05+29_9776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TDPoFbeZdVI/AAAAAAAABVc/mFHCMETa3Lo/s400/2010+05+29_9776.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490987550667011410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TDPnu6uaVmI/AAAAAAAABVU/WPMWZM3nmAA/s1600/2010+05+29_9746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TDPnu6uaVmI/AAAAAAAABVU/WPMWZM3nmAA/s400/2010+05+29_9746.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490987163918685794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over Memorial Day weekend (yes I know that was forever ago, but it is still worth writing about) we went to see the Chagrin Falls "Blossom Time Balloon Festival". Basically it was about 20 hot air balloons taking off all at the same time. We were ill prepared for the event, but would highly recommend going to anyone interested. Take a blanket and some snacks, and arrive more than 10 minutes before launch time if you want to sit closer than we did. It was fun to see all of the different colored balloons grow bigger and eventually float up over the trees. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TDPr_Ysd8OI/AAAAAAAABV0/cMjI3KkWnqg/s1600/2010+05+29_9731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TDPr_Ysd8OI/AAAAAAAABV0/cMjI3KkWnqg/s400/2010+05+29_9731.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490991844888015074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TDPsjZK0PyI/AAAAAAAABV8/TuzmjvV9mgo/s1600/2010+05+29_9730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TDPsjZK0PyI/AAAAAAAABV8/TuzmjvV9mgo/s400/2010+05+29_9730.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490992463490596642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think that the girls enjoyed themselves. I know I did because it reminded me of some fond childhood memories of attending Autumn Aloft in Park City with my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-1375270568156492873?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/1375270568156492873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=1375270568156492873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/1375270568156492873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/1375270568156492873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2010/07/up-up-and-away.html' title='Up up and away'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TDPqaLySGEI/AAAAAAAABVs/rCa5-7Ptfwk/s72-c/2010+05+29_9767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-1312485233761056328</id><published>2010-06-18T11:51:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T12:13:48.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TBvCmRc8XoI/AAAAAAAABU0/zGgiM1Gqsec/s1600/2010+05+16_9646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TBvCmRc8XoI/AAAAAAAABU0/zGgiM1Gqsec/s400/2010+05+16_9646.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484190934029328002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On May 16th Jon participated in the commencement exercises for the Weatherhead School of Management at Case Western Reserve University. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TBvCV1fsHqI/AAAAAAAABUs/bnXQsbiqsF0/s1600/2010+05+16_9597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TBvCV1fsHqI/AAAAAAAABUs/bnXQsbiqsF0/s400/2010+05+16_9597.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484190651646746274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were very thankful that Jon's parents, as well as Katie and Steven, were able to come out and be a part of this very special occasion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TBvDSA2AI8I/AAAAAAAABU8/zE0RFFOATOM/s1600/2010+05+16_9592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TBvDSA2AI8I/AAAAAAAABU8/zE0RFFOATOM/s400/2010+05+16_9592.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484191685485274050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know that I will be able to put into words how proud I am of Jon. The work and effort that he has put into his education the past two years is amazing to me. He has been going to school full time, he held 3 different internships (only one of which was over "summer break"), he has served at church, and he has done an amazing job of balancing all of that and still being available for us, his family. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TBvD1mojOeI/AAAAAAAABVE/5CY0HBhBE3o/s1600/2010+05+16_9656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TBvD1mojOeI/AAAAAAAABVE/5CY0HBhBE3o/s400/2010+05+16_9656.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484192296924821986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the countless mornings he got up with Kylie and let me sleep in until he had to go to school. I am thankful for the many times he supported me going to personal activities, despite the fact that he had things that he could be doing (aka homework). There are so many things that I am thankful for. I feel blessed that we have had the opportunity to be here in Ohio, Jon went to school with many incredible people. I am glad to have met them, and I hope that they each find success in life. And that those who are still looking find jobs very soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go Weatherhead Class of 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-1312485233761056328?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/1312485233761056328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=1312485233761056328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/1312485233761056328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/1312485233761056328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2010/06/graduation-day.html' title='Graduation day'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TBvCmRc8XoI/AAAAAAAABU0/zGgiM1Gqsec/s72-c/2010+05+16_9646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-3302161432966060282</id><published>2010-06-14T18:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T18:43:43.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some prayers are not appreciated...</title><content type='html'>So as most of you know we have been working very hard to get Kaelyn potty trained. It has been a good 2 1/2 years of trying off and on for a couple weeks at a time. At least 6 good faith efforts on our part. We started again at the very end of May, this time vowed that Kaelyn would be diaper free during the days. And we have stuck to it. I'd say she is successful 60% of the time with #1 and well #2 is a FOPP (she'll get it all figured out I am sure). However, we aren't going to quit this time. Both weeks she has gone to church in panties she has kept them dry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potty training an older kid certainly has it's funny moments (to go along with the frustrating ones). The following is a funny thing that happened about a week ago. It was bedtime and I said family prayer. Among other things, I asked Heavenly Father's help for Kaelyn as she is trying to learn to use the potty. When prayer was over Kaelyn said in her matter of fact voice, "Mom I have something to tell you."&lt;br /&gt;"What do you want to tell me?" I responded.&lt;br /&gt;"Praying about my panties..." she paused to make sure I was paying attention then, "Pbwtt!" she blew a big old raspberry. Well at least we know what she thinks about that. We couldn't help but laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-3302161432966060282?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/3302161432966060282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=3302161432966060282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/3302161432966060282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/3302161432966060282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2010/06/some-prayers-are-not-appreciated.html' title='Some prayers are not appreciated...'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-6970508143382646798</id><published>2010-06-11T04:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T06:21:50.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new favorite way to exercise</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TBIjCrgOfUI/AAAAAAAABUU/R02_qrwzr9g/s1600/2010+05+31_9699.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481482225407917378 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TBIjCrgOfUI/AAAAAAAABUU/R02_qrwzr9g/s400/2010+05+31_9699.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Shortly after my birthday this year I was on facebook and posted something along the lines of, "It is such a nice day! I wish I could take my girls on a bike ride." So my brother called up the next day and offered to send me the money so I could buy a bike trailer. I told him that I did not have a bike...yet. So I started looking for a bike on craigslist. Two days later I found one for only $30. We have really enjoyed the bike and bike trailer. It has certainly increased the number of times that we get out to enjoy the beautiful weather. 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We spent 4 days and 3 nights at an all inclusive resort near Cancun, Mexico to attend the wedding of a good friend of mine from high school and to celebrate Jon's graduation from the MBA program. It was amazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never stayed at a resort so this was very much a new experience for me. The picture below is of the open air lobby, complete with bellhop, where they greet you with a hot towel and a refreshing drink. Even Kaelyn and Kylie got little fruit smoothies. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S_3W0UWVx6I/AAAAAAAABT8/rsi5yZfLTeg/s1600/2010+05+07_9201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S_3W0UWVx6I/AAAAAAAABT8/rsi5yZfLTeg/s320/2010+05+07_9201.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475768916256343970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everything was so fancy. From the well groomed beach right down to Kylie's bed which was made up by housekeeping each day. I mean look that that little pillow, how cute is that?!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S_3XHKk4C7I/AAAAAAAABUE/vZ8prcH8E8Y/s1600/2010+05+05_9504.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/_qebo56x8NbM/S_3XHKk4C7I/AAAAAAAABUE/vZ8prcH8E8Y/s320/2010+05+05_9504.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475769240050469810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weirdest part of the experience for me was meal times. The had 3 different restaurants, plus a snack bar, and whenever you felt like it you could go and eat, enjoy the ocean view and then leave without a bill. That was something else. Of the American style, Asian style, and Mexican style restaurants we like the Mexican best. All of the food was phenomenal though! Kaelyn loved, loved, loved her "rainbow drinks". She even became bold enough to start asking the waiters for one by the second night. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S_XuC0M1a4I/AAAAAAAABTM/gXkCtpRnl4I/s1600/2010+05+06_9471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S_XuC0M1a4I/AAAAAAAABTM/gXkCtpRnl4I/s400/2010+05+06_9471.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473542654278331266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We found it pretty easy to get into the super relaxed atmosphere, where the only things you "have" to do each day is eat and sleep. Only Kylie had a hard time adjusting and I blame that mostly on the fact that she didn't get an afternoon nap the first day we were there. Because neither Jon nor I wear a watch, and we weren't carrying our cell phones around like we usually do, we were sometimes eating much later than usual. Despite those things Kylie really did seem to be having a good time.*By the way don't you love how you can see Jon chilling out by Kylie's hand? I thought that was funny.*&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S_XszURUINI/AAAAAAAABSs/GMtkWaIieLo/s1600/2010+05+05_9491.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/_qebo56x8NbM/S_XszURUINI/AAAAAAAABSs/GMtkWaIieLo/s400/2010+05+05_9491.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473541288497520850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The beach was fun for each of us in a different way. After weeks of build up and anticipation Kaelyn got to build a few successful sand castles. She enjoyed digging around in the sand and looking for sea shells and other treasures. However, she wanted nothing to do with the actual ocean water.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S_XtdozeoFI/AAAAAAAABS8/e7TqP68X-HI/s1600/2010+05+06_9461.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/_qebo56x8NbM/S_XtdozeoFI/AAAAAAAABS8/e7TqP68X-HI/s400/2010+05+06_9461.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473542015564030034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylie, on the other hand, enjoyed putting her feet in the ocean, but seemed to HATE having sand between her toes.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S_XtpYGXrNI/AAAAAAAABTE/yN_DFjD3DuU/s1600/2010+05+05_9502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S_XtpYGXrNI/AAAAAAAABTE/yN_DFjD3DuU/s400/2010+05+05_9502.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473542217238293714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jon had a good time playing some games of pick up beach volleyball and I enjoyed watching while sitting in a lounge chair catching up on my journal writing. Oh it was so relaxing, heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other highlights of our time at the resort were the circus show, a massage for Jon and I, the many activities planned for the kids, the night out alone thanks to DH's nieces, and the girls really liked playing in the "short pool" where they could stand up. Both of my girls were awestruck by the Mariachi band and donkey that came to the dinner the night before the wedding. Talk about fun stuff. I think the look on Kaelyn's face says something along the lines of, "I think this is pretty crazy, but way fun." &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S_Xvu9CMrPI/AAAAAAAABTs/pIIhkQI4O6k/s1600/2010+05+06_9479.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/_qebo56x8NbM/S_Xvu9CMrPI/AAAAAAAABTs/pIIhkQI4O6k/s400/2010+05+06_9479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473544512075508978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to share a funny story that happened while we were eating dinner there one night. We were talking about how neat it was to be there at the resort and Kaelyn said something about how cool Mexico was. Jon assured her that this was not real Mexico (implying that it was too touristy, she of course didn't get that) So she piped up, "Oh then it is toy Mexico?" We kind of chuckled to ourselves and told her, "Yeah sort of." Someday when our kids are older we might have to go back and check out real Mexico. I am so glad that I got the chance to go. We had a good time and really enjoyed the wedding, which was another thing that Kaelyn had been anticipating about our trip for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was breathtaking, and the bride beautiful. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S_Xph112o-I/AAAAAAAABSM/zBE1IAAUMss/s1600/2010+05+07_9231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S_Xph112o-I/AAAAAAAABSM/zBE1IAAUMss/s400/2010+05+07_9231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473537689736618978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonya and DH are so cute together. It made my heart happy to see them so in love and excited about life. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S_Xp6H6-NHI/AAAAAAAABSU/rhQ_S08PvDc/s1600/2010+05+07_9265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S_Xp6H6-NHI/AAAAAAAABSU/rhQ_S08PvDc/s400/2010+05+07_9265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473538106906784882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had worried about whether or not it was a good idea to take my kids to a wedding, but they found ways to keep themselves entertained and quiet during the ceremony. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S_XoiaSkH1I/AAAAAAAABSE/nAK-32MUYu0/s1600/2010+05+07_9211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S_XoiaSkH1I/AAAAAAAABSE/nAK-32MUYu0/s400/2010+05+07_9211.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473536600009088850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was actually really proud of them. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S_XoNZHnC8I/AAAAAAAABR8/a2wdnSlNd50/s1600/2010+05+07_9209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S_XoNZHnC8I/AAAAAAAABR8/a2wdnSlNd50/s400/2010+05+07_9209.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473536238917454786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My many thanks go to Jon who keep them under control so that I could just enjoy the ceremony, and take lots of pictures. Thanks again to Tonya and DH for letting us be a part of your special day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S_XvSamzCtI/AAAAAAAABTk/Yh9w7SAzEJw/s1600/2010+05+06_9467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S_XvSamzCtI/AAAAAAAABTk/Yh9w7SAzEJw/s400/2010+05+06_9467.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473544021797440210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-498509129281217894?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/498509129281217894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=498509129281217894' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/498509129281217894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/498509129281217894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2010/05/toy-mexico.html' title='Toy Mexico'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S_XlGPysqjI/AAAAAAAABRk/F5Zo97cHU-o/s72-c/2010+05+07_9202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-2196675049458018370</id><published>2010-04-25T19:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T20:00:20.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Train Game</title><content type='html'>When Ann was here visiting we went to Lake Farm Park with a friend, and Kylie LOVED the train that they have there. She would wait for it to come out the tunnel then chase it along the glass case. Then she would go back to where she knew it would be coming out again. So Ann thought I should put up this video, while I agreed with her I am just now getting around to it two weeks later. In case you can't tell Kylie says "Oh it's there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-870eaa9f216c1aa6" 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://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D870eaa9f216c1aa6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65F9B743728E7CF4BC9BE39A3B0B9898D41560FB.6F17CFC6E4B81F29603476361F85213312A5A453%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D870eaa9f216c1aa6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgTR_2I_m2Zbky9HBr_Q3CGiOH6k&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://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D870eaa9f216c1aa6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65F9B743728E7CF4BC9BE39A3B0B9898D41560FB.6F17CFC6E4B81F29603476361F85213312A5A453%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D870eaa9f216c1aa6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgTR_2I_m2Zbky9HBr_Q3CGiOH6k&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/509107818348593785-2196675049458018370?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/2196675049458018370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=2196675049458018370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/2196675049458018370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/2196675049458018370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2010/04/train-game.html' title='Train Game'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-5547940705719941289</id><published>2010-04-17T12:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T12:18:04.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I couldn't help but wonder.</title><content type='html'>As I was going through old pictures and videos I couldn't help but wonder what a side by side comparison of my girls at the same stage of life would look like. So this is an ode to how wonderful it is to know that we are each individuals. You'll have to let me know if you can tell who is who. (Much easier at the end than at the beginning.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I readily admit I have a hard time telling their newborn pictures apart&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S8oDM4jXNmI/AAAAAAAABQc/TqjXBoyPz5M/s1600/2006_02_10+Skye+and+Kaelyn.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/_qebo56x8NbM/S8oDM4jXNmI/AAAAAAAABQc/TqjXBoyPz5M/s400/2006_02_10+Skye+and+Kaelyn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461181018014168674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S8oDmubvxrI/AAAAAAAABQk/vd0opl7yW3g/s1600/2008_06_23+136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S8oDmubvxrI/AAAAAAAABQk/vd0opl7yW3g/s400/2008_06_23+136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461181461974468274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost 4 months old&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S8oEqkj0XzI/AAAAAAAABQ0/DeoNk-f9seM/s1600/2008_10_10+My+happy+Kylie+baby.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/_qebo56x8NbM/S8oEqkj0XzI/AAAAAAAABQ0/DeoNk-f9seM/s400/2008_10_10+My+happy+Kylie+baby.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461182627555073842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S8oEPQ3N8mI/AAAAAAAABQs/vrB1W9zG8fI/s1600/2006_05_28+Jr.+Goalkeeper.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/_qebo56x8NbM/S8oEPQ3N8mI/AAAAAAAABQs/vrB1W9zG8fI/s400/2006_05_28+Jr.+Goalkeeper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461182158411264610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 months old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S8oGsElLfbI/AAAAAAAABRM/ipJdHk7y_xg/s1600/2006_11_21+Pigtails+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S8oGsElLfbI/AAAAAAAABRM/ipJdHk7y_xg/s400/2006_11_21+Pigtails+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461184852353842610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S8oFxkybmoI/AAAAAAAABQ8/nOz8E99gp1Q/s1600/2009+04+13+Kylie+close+up+in+hammock.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/_qebo56x8NbM/S8oFxkybmoI/AAAAAAAABQ8/nOz8E99gp1Q/s400/2009+04+13+Kylie+close+up+in+hammock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461183847387077250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With their 1st birthday cakes.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S8oHw0TpuJI/AAAAAAAABRc/iGW6FLX1DJg/s1600/2009+06+12_Kylie%27s+first+birthday+party_3631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S8oHw0TpuJI/AAAAAAAABRc/iGW6FLX1DJg/s400/2009+06+12_Kylie%27s+first+birthday+party_3631.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461186033396332690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S8oHN-mnu_I/AAAAAAAABRU/Ul9BlmEZDxg/s1600/2007_02_10_Kaelyn_Birthday+Kaelyn+thinks+that%27s+a+big+cake.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/_qebo56x8NbM/S8oHN-mnu_I/AAAAAAAABRU/Ul9BlmEZDxg/s400/2007_02_10_Kaelyn_Birthday+Kaelyn+thinks+that%27s+a+big+cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461185434864827378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 19 months. &lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S8nxKsnrNiI/AAAAAAAABQU/IKXMoJ1ZEe4/s1600/2010+02+13_8346.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461161189241992738 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S8nxKsnrNiI/AAAAAAAABQU/IKXMoJ1ZEe4/s400/2010+02+13_8346.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S60OMCG7WkI/AAAAAAAABOY/W-q2DQLyozU/s1600/2007_09_25+Kaelyn+discovers+pockets.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453030323702684226 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S60OMCG7WkI/AAAAAAAABOY/W-q2DQLyozU/s400/2007_09_25+Kaelyn+discovers+pockets.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Then a video at 20 months later for both of them. Sorry this first video is sideways, that is before I learned you can't rotate a video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b6c74fff4162489f" 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://v8.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db6c74fff4162489f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A0A96AE6A1B474986F4C2E96268B7B9B836F62B.67051EDA9A56D13108ED204834C19715CBCC64D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db6c74fff4162489f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9bZUL1ztsMuHoGDEbVOwq9vdD_8&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://v8.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db6c74fff4162489f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A0A96AE6A1B474986F4C2E96268B7B9B836F62B.67051EDA9A56D13108ED204834C19715CBCC64D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db6c74fff4162489f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9bZUL1ztsMuHoGDEbVOwq9vdD_8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d48eefc57e2b5a59" 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://v16.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd48eefc57e2b5a59%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6441D5D50A895BA34C24439352A76549BD99D13D.3417C9E295E34F9A393FC20F8C560CB248114C8D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd48eefc57e2b5a59%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1gkVdrLqoySGbbtViitrh93ihCY&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://v16.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd48eefc57e2b5a59%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6441D5D50A895BA34C24439352A76549BD99D13D.3417C9E295E34F9A393FC20F8C560CB248114C8D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd48eefc57e2b5a59%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1gkVdrLqoySGbbtViitrh93ihCY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older they get the more individual they become. I love them both very much and I can't wait to see what life has in store for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-5547940705719941289?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/5547940705719941289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=5547940705719941289' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/5547940705719941289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/5547940705719941289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-couldnt-help-but-wonder.html' title='I couldn&apos;t help but wonder.'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S8oDM4jXNmI/AAAAAAAABQc/TqjXBoyPz5M/s72-c/2006_02_10+Skye+and+Kaelyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-2574432830138611699</id><published>2010-04-08T20:34:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T21:02:20.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubble fun</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I got new bubble wands for the girls. They were very excited to go out with Ann to play, here is just some of the fun that followed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2d8de3f2f6754056" 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://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2d8de3f2f6754056%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D10A778559991C17D825011AC7E15E0CC43948442.2C3676100709F170AB97742BBEE85ED5F19AB32B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2d8de3f2f6754056%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZ4j4PyqUBve0YCax5E81yyBRweQ&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://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2d8de3f2f6754056%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D10A778559991C17D825011AC7E15E0CC43948442.2C3676100709F170AB97742BBEE85ED5F19AB32B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2d8de3f2f6754056%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZ4j4PyqUBve0YCax5E81yyBRweQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you can't tell that is Kylie squealing "bubble" over and over again. And at the very end she says "Wahoo!" When was the last time you went wahoo? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S76iE8kAcgI/AAAAAAAABQM/tELan_jfNAc/s1600/2010+04+07_8529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S76iE8kAcgI/AAAAAAAABQM/tELan_jfNAc/s400/2010+04+07_8529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457978004279947778" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second video has just a snip-it of Kaelyn talking, but she was saying things like, "Rainbow bubbley, don't go away! I will miss you forever!" the whole time they were playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c7aaf7e4c36b8aab" 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://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc7aaf7e4c36b8aab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D5A36995C50492AECC22DB9EDD1688C89995C6C.3580217D2F61C37D92B54999794C19348FE13945%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc7aaf7e4c36b8aab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DblcGd6BD6A7HkjEJWjzUMCLzAJ0&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://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc7aaf7e4c36b8aab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D5A36995C50492AECC22DB9EDD1688C89995C6C.3580217D2F61C37D92B54999794C19348FE13945%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc7aaf7e4c36b8aab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DblcGd6BD6A7HkjEJWjzUMCLzAJ0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching them play put a smile on my face, and in my heart. Who knew that joy comes in a $1 bubble wand? I am looking forward to a summer full of fun moments, you know the kind you keep with you and look back on when you need a pick me up. These girls may not stay small forever, but these little moments will always stay with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-2574432830138611699?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/2574432830138611699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=2574432830138611699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/2574432830138611699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/2574432830138611699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2010/04/bubble-fun.html' title='Bubble fun'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S76iE8kAcgI/AAAAAAAABQM/tELan_jfNAc/s72-c/2010+04+07_8529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-4262066446660254570</id><published>2010-04-03T10:24:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T11:59:18.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Easter Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S7eI7Ltj1DI/AAAAAAAABPc/YiK32ai23xI/s1600/2010+03+19_8522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S7eI7Ltj1DI/AAAAAAAABPc/YiK32ai23xI/s320/2010+03+19_8522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455980023920186418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been absolutely beautiful here. Weather in the 80's and plenty of fun things to do. We have taken advantage of a good number of things. My favorite part has been the time that Daddy/Jon has been able to spend with us. We have made a few trips to the park, we've even had our first picnic of the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S7eLDElG_gI/AAAAAAAABP8/dz0tyUkp_ho/s1600/2010+04+03+Kylie+puts+in+an+orange+egg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S7eLDElG_gI/AAAAAAAABP8/dz0tyUkp_ho/s320/2010+04+03+Kylie+puts+in+an+orange+egg.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455982358467902978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we went to the park to "hunt" Easter eggs with friends. That was fun to watch. Kylie seemed to be somewhat picky about her eggs, she would pick up then put down and pass up lots of eggs. However, when she found an egg that met whatever her criteria was she was especially excited about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S7eNCSznHjI/AAAAAAAABQE/IfYTfTx1OQg/s1600/2010+04+02+Kaelyn+looks+for+more+eggs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S7eNCSznHjI/AAAAAAAABQE/IfYTfTx1OQg/s320/2010+04+02+Kaelyn+looks+for+more+eggs.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455984544130211378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaelyn was very excited that she was considered one of the big kids, the cut off being 2 1/2. I think that she had more fun playing at the park with so many friends than hunting eggs, but whatever. It was a fun start to our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended Friday on a high note to because we had our friends over for a yummy Sukiyaki dinner with mochi for dessert. It was the first time we had ever tried making sukiyaki, and I am happy that it turned out. Hatsuho had made the mochi before so we knew that would be good, but since she taught me how and got me a copy of the recipie now I know how to make it too. It was a very fun night, our girls loved playing outside together after dinner. I wish I had taken pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to a pancake breakfast put on as a fund raiser for girls camp. They were also holding an egg hunt, which looked like a lot of fun, however, after eating we headed out to an Easter egg hunt in Chagrin Falls. One of Jon's classmates had invited us out to that. We are glad we went, it was fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S7eJkabpU6I/AAAAAAAABPs/tDgi7rqKmc8/s1600/2010+04+03+Kaelyn+and+Kylie+ride+the+train.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/_qebo56x8NbM/S7eJkabpU6I/AAAAAAAABPs/tDgi7rqKmc8/s400/2010+04+03+Kaelyn+and+Kylie+ride+the+train.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455980732246217634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our timing there was perfect because we got to the park and were the last ones to get to ride the train before the line started to get long. Then we lucked out and were one of the first 10 kids to get a balloon animal. It was a lot of fun to watch that clown crank out so many fun animals: ducks, penguins, fish, horses, and so many more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S7eJMx4_wuI/AAAAAAAABPk/2GVrgB_ZVD0/s1600/2010+04+03+Kaelyn+with+her+dinosaur+balloon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S7eJMx4_wuI/AAAAAAAABPk/2GVrgB_ZVD0/s400/2010+04+03+Kaelyn+with+her+dinosaur+balloon.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455980326226477794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaelyn choose a dinosaur. (Not surprising, huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very fun event. I really appreciated the fact that every child that participated in the egg hunting got the same amount of candy regardless of how many eggs they collected. Thanks again Andy for the invite. We are enjoying conference and are looking forward to dyeing eggs together tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-4262066446660254570?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/4262066446660254570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=4262066446660254570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/4262066446660254570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/4262066446660254570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2010/04/beautiful-easter-weekend.html' title='Beautiful Easter Weekend'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S7eI7Ltj1DI/AAAAAAAABPc/YiK32ai23xI/s72-c/2010+03+19_8522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-2076409329577696798</id><published>2010-03-26T12:05:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T12:28:13.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day late and a dollar short.</title><content type='html'>Dear Grandmas and Grandpas, &lt;br /&gt;(and other family we are so far from), &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I should have posted these videos months, and in some cases years, ago. Some of them I have even promised to put up in the past, I feel shame. I was going through and backing up files today and these are so cute and still make me smile. So I figure better is late than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4bdba9ca4bee3dd7" 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://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4bdba9ca4bee3dd7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D77FB330998B24CE5F332740A2A6D756A609BB5B7.4F6EA8B48CF6B4CD22C5781BB1282ACBA2045ED4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4bdba9ca4bee3dd7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Daaid_npYzizsATmj09-dfczjZt8&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://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4bdba9ca4bee3dd7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D77FB330998B24CE5F332740A2A6D756A609BB5B7.4F6EA8B48CF6B4CD22C5781BB1282ACBA2045ED4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4bdba9ca4bee3dd7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Daaid_npYzizsATmj09-dfczjZt8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first one is from Aug 2008, right after our move. Kaelyn loved "The Cat in the Hat" and had us read it to her every night. The video is proof of that. Her little voice is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-174ebdf519ac3bc5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D174ebdf519ac3bc5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4EA0E77FCF18A36CA3693B5F404F1745CF43F805.398567F91A7657D96A41A86B73A28BBA85691308%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D174ebdf519ac3bc5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJ9ecqd0Bk8swJGBOJS35GobJ7Vk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D174ebdf519ac3bc5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4EA0E77FCF18A36CA3693B5F404F1745CF43F805.398567F91A7657D96A41A86B73A28BBA85691308%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D174ebdf519ac3bc5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJ9ecqd0Bk8swJGBOJS35GobJ7Vk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is Kylie saying dinosaur, one of her first and favorite words. (Jan 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a75771a432a3ee31" 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://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da75771a432a3ee31%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D126EFFEB6E085AD4A9FAE20C9F5201AF17495898.2E025E93A939EB1E0DB4BA21A308D2D1BDC9931%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da75771a432a3ee31%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5l705d0kfSxZ1krELGPRtraF_ZI&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://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da75771a432a3ee31%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D126EFFEB6E085AD4A9FAE20C9F5201AF17495898.2E025E93A939EB1E0DB4BA21A308D2D1BDC9931%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da75771a432a3ee31%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5l705d0kfSxZ1krELGPRtraF_ZI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is Kylie opening, or possibly eating, her Christmas present from Great Grandma M.(Dec 2008). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry I am such a blogger slacker. &lt;br /&gt;Love, Skye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-2076409329577696798?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/2076409329577696798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=2076409329577696798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/2076409329577696798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/2076409329577696798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-late-and-dollar-short.html' title='Day late and a dollar short.'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-1356312162906194889</id><published>2010-03-21T13:51:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T15:34:27.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at the Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S6aJPamv_lI/AAAAAAAABOA/liSwH-3BDSU/s1600-h/2010+03+17_8430.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451195296911457874 style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S6aJPamv_lI/AAAAAAAABOA/liSwH-3BDSU/s400/2010+03+17_8430.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Our St. Patrick's day was so much fun. We had a fantastic afternoon visiting Lake Farm Park. It was especially fun because we got to see lots of new baby animals. The little goats in the picture to the left were born only 4 or 5 hours before we got there! In the video, assuming I can get it to post you can see some of the little lambs that were super curious about our girls. Kaelyn loved it! She got to hold one and pet them. We were even lucky enough to get to help feed some of the lambs bottles! &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S6aQkWd1IDI/AAAAAAAABOI/QR0-R-rS2Js/s1600-h/2010+03+17_8439.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451203353158950962 style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S6aQkWd1IDI/AAAAAAAABOI/QR0-R-rS2Js/s400/2010+03+17_8439.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; One of my favorite parts of the afternoon was when the staff was trying to move the sheep to an outdoor pasture. There was a whole bunch of doubling back and bleating from the mama sheep, but ones they each had found their little ones they were quiet and cooperative. It was super cute. &lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S6aIJy_I0UI/AAAAAAAABN4/JbIiGFedBT8/s1600-h/2010+03+17_8432.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451194100865356098 style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S6aIJy_I0UI/AAAAAAAABN4/JbIiGFedBT8/s400/2010+03+17_8432.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were done at the Farm Park we stopped by a nearby mall and got some ice cream cones. It was a super special day because Jon got to spend it with us. We have had so much fun with him being home more often, now that his internship is done. The weather was great and I am so looking forward to spring being here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e1c5a46a3688e43c" 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://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De1c5a46a3688e43c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D157C456AF9387A07D9355219A8E5F00320742CCA.760CB92C063A4FBD726F76B84C6B6D5D8F1032E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De1c5a46a3688e43c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFhtfdqph3XjJ5CuZVTZ5hQTo6lQ&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://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De1c5a46a3688e43c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330174806%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D157C456AF9387A07D9355219A8E5F00320742CCA.760CB92C063A4FBD726F76B84C6B6D5D8F1032E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De1c5a46a3688e43c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFhtfdqph3XjJ5CuZVTZ5hQTo6lQ&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/509107818348593785-1356312162906194889?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/1356312162906194889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=1356312162906194889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/1356312162906194889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/1356312162906194889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-at-farm.html' title='A Day at the Farm'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S6aJPamv_lI/AAAAAAAABOA/liSwH-3BDSU/s72-c/2010+03+17_8430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-8444486403091488154</id><published>2010-02-28T17:45:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T18:10:54.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone has an opinion</title><content type='html'>So Kylie is developing into a very opinionated little girl. Her new favorite thing is ducks. If there is a duck anywhere around she will see it and point it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day when I was in JoAnn's looking for fabric for dresses she saw some  duck fabric. She got all excited and said, "Duck, duck, peese (please) duck." So I let her hold the bolt while I finished looking around. When I was done I went to put the duck fabric away and she started crying, "Peese duck duck duck peese!" My mom heart melted, because please is a new word for her, and I remembered that she had Christmas money from her Great Grandma. So I did some quick thinking and decided to make her a pillow case. It was pretty easy, except for the part where I had to fend off the "help" I was getting with the sewing machine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S4shIWHlynI/AAAAAAAABK8/iFJZr235i-s/s1600-h/2010+02+28_8387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S4shIWHlynI/AAAAAAAABK8/iFJZr235i-s/s320/2010+02+28_8387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443481001867463282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is, the duck pillowcase. Kylie loves it. Kaelyn covets it. I just think it is cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-8444486403091488154?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/8444486403091488154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=8444486403091488154' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/8444486403091488154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/8444486403091488154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2010/02/someone-has-opinion.html' title='Someone has an opinion'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S4shIWHlynI/AAAAAAAABK8/iFJZr235i-s/s72-c/2010+02+28_8387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-565492136958959662</id><published>2010-02-27T08:38:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T09:32:24.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A flood of memories</title><content type='html'>Today I took the girls sledding for the first time ever. My thanks to Hatsuho for the idea to go sledding today, thanks to Lindsay who mentioned on her blog that she had used cookie sheets to sled in her own yard awhile back, and many thanks to my parents for taking me sledding/tubing growing up. I have so many fond memories of having fun in the snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the beginning of many more great memories that I now get to make with my own kids. Cleveland winters also just got a little more bareable. Our outing was pretty short, but we had a good time sledding down the pile of snow that was made at the end of the abandoned (other than our car)parking lot by the plow. A little hill for my little girls. Sorry there are no pictures, with just me and the girls I had no spare hands for picture taking. But just imagine rosy cheeks, big smiles, and the cookie sheet sleds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/509107818348593785-565492136958959662?l=lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/feeds/565492136958959662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=509107818348593785&amp;postID=565492136958959662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/565492136958959662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/509107818348593785/posts/default/565492136958959662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlemoments-skye.blogspot.com/2010/02/flood-of-memories.html' title='A flood of memories'/><author><name>Skye</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/TFbedsUDUKI/AAAAAAAABeY/YIql0nYKN5c/S220/2009+02+28+Skye+by+Bob+Patton+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-509107818348593785.post-4725686583551822671</id><published>2010-02-16T18:06:00.021-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T08:04:10.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This little girl had a birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S3tRwRFjVRI/AAAAAAAABI0/5z3A2CRZC5M/s1600-h/Copy+of+2010+02+10+MDC+(18).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S3tRwRFjVRI/AAAAAAAABI0/5z3A2CRZC5M/s320/Copy+of+2010+02+10+MDC+(18).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439030864642266386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...this one standing here.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We had a very fun birthday week. We got to make dinosaurs, paint and stuff dino eggs, go out to eat, open presents, have a party, and best of all Grandma and Grandpa L. got to come and visit us! Back in January Kaelyn decided that she wanted to have a dinosaur land birthday party. This was a far cry from the fairy party I had dreamed up starting back in October, but I was more than willing to oblige since this is the first time she has ever really expressed an opinion about parties or presents. So we set to work, and I am very grateful that my parents, and later my brother Tyler, were in town to help out because Kylie being sick the entire week previous had really put me behind schedule for preparing. My many thanks again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Kaelyn's actual birthday Grandpa surprised her with balloons, she got to have her favorite meal (Curry rice) for lunch, and my parents treated us to dinner at Sarava to celebrate both Kaelyn and Jon's birthdays. Then after we got home she got to open presents from us and both sets of grandparents. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S3tU6T6evGI/AAAAAAAABI8/y_gWVhprWNg/s1600-h/2010+02+10_8158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S3tU6T6evGI/AAAAAAAABI8/y_gWVhprWNg/s320/2010+02+10_8158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439034335734709346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S3tVaEjxX5I/AAAAAAAABJE/1T8T4qiAfEk/s1600-h/2010+02+10_8166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S3tVaEjxX5I/AAAAAAAABJE/1T8T4qiAfEk/s320/2010+02+10_8166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439034881368743826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S3tV3_K1Z2I/AAAAAAAABJM/qtrpvdng0v8/s1600-h/2010+02+10_8170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S3tV3_K1Z2I/AAAAAAAABJM/qtrpvdng0v8/s320/2010+02+10_8170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439035395318048610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This last picture cracks me up because it was a pair pjs that I made for her please note the white speck she is looking at. As she pulled the pjs out she said, "Oh pjs, and broken packing peanut." I think is is so funny that she even noticed the broken packing peanut, and even better was the fact that she was excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the party on Saturday afternoon, and I absolutely loved how it turned out. It was a lot of work, but a lot of fun. My favorite part was probably our decorations. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S3tbCRwmFrI/AAAAAAAABJU/MP0PbRIbTLg/s1600-h/2010+02+13_8040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S3tbCRwmFrI/AAAAAAAABJU/MP0PbRIbTLg/s320/2010+02+13_8040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439041069665097394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S3tbZXRwgdI/AAAAAAAABJc/rAd_0jUc1JM/s1600-h/2010+02+16_8327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S3tbZXRwgdI/AAAAAAAABJc/rAd_0jUc1JM/s320/2010+02+16_8327.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439041466283360722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S3tbqQDfdkI/AAAAAAAABJk/RlSt9rw-XuA/s1600-h/2010+02+16_8326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S3tbqQDfdkI/AAAAAAAABJk/RlSt9rw-XuA/s320/2010+02+16_8326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439041756402251330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The green stuff hanging from the ceiling was our vines, we had those and the dinosaurs both downstairs and upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S3to9MjPgYI/AAAAAAAABKM/8YhTNJ9Y4M4/s1600-h/2010+02+13+Kaelyns+party+MDC+(10).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S3to9MjPgYI/AAAAAAAABKM/8YhTNJ9Y4M4/s320/2010+02+13+Kaelyns+party+MDC+(10).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439056375530357122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During the party we had four different dinosaur activities: Dino bowling, ring toss around the brontosaurus' neck, a dino drop (aka: stand above a glass jar and drop dino figures in), and "The Dig" where we buried salt dough fossils and wooden dino cutouts for the kids to dig up as they practiced their paleontology skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S3tjcuCaL_I/AAAAAAAABJ0/OaBqy2Hu9KE/s1600-h/2010+02+13_8034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S3tjcuCaL_I/AAAAAAAABJ0/OaBqy2Hu9KE/s320/2010+02+13_8034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439050320025628658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S3tryjTwOYI/AAAAAAAABKU/PzjiL2D-yR4/s1600-h/2010+02+13+Kaelyns+party+MDC+(11).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/_qebo56x8NbM/S3tryjTwOYI/AAAAAAAABKU/PzjiL2D-yR4/s320/2010+02+13+Kaelyns+party+MDC+(11).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439059491195730306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaelyn loved spending time with all of her special guests, and I think that everyone had a good time.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S3wQs8qaEuI/AAAAAAAABKk/o9RyNRTezi4/s1600-h/2010+02+13_8128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S3wQs8qaEuI/AAAAAAAABKk/o9RyNRTezi4/s320/2010+02+13_8128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439240814341001954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S3wQ1poD-nI/AAAAAAAABKs/xNdc5c239Tk/s1600-h/2010+02+15_8330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S3wQ1poD-nI/AAAAAAAABKs/xNdc5c239Tk/s320/2010+02+15_8330.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439240963849714290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Even Kylie, who unexpectedly napped though the whole party had her share of party fun! She got her own cake and ice cream when she woke up.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S3ts23oDhLI/AAAAAAAABKc/whU7BnmhsMI/s1600-h/2010+02+13_8340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qebo56x8NbM/S3ts23oDhLI/AAAAAAAABKc/whU7BnmhsMI/s320/2010+02+13_8340.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439060664880694450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly believe that my little girl is four years old! 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