<?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-9159349984148267710</id><updated>2012-01-21T14:24:40.230-08:00</updated><category term='hobbies'/><category term='dialogues'/><category term='Steve'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='cookies'/><category term='traditions'/><category term='teddy'/><category term='2011 update'/><category term='naptime'/><category term='milestones'/><category term='boys'/><category term='wagon'/><category term='music'/><category term='projects'/><category term='fall'/><category term='school'/><category term='January 2010'/><category term='summer'/><category term='miles'/><category term='tradition'/><category term='summer 2011'/><category term='family blog'/><category term='family outings'/><category term='Brothers'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='playgroup'/><category term='spring'/><category term='Angie'/><category term='cousins'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='Owen'/><title type='text'>The Seareal Life</title><subtitle type='html'>the Seare's in Real Life...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>174</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-5853087448172130686</id><published>2012-01-20T12:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T12:33:10.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seare Family Update January 2012</title><content type='html'>Steve:&lt;br /&gt;Is caffeine free!&lt;br /&gt;Trying to run/walk with a bum knee&lt;br /&gt;Working&lt;br /&gt;A little more health conscience&lt;br /&gt;Loving the Jazz&lt;br /&gt;Dancin it up to Just Dance 3 on the wii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie&lt;br /&gt;Back to running!&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating another marathon&lt;br /&gt;Working&lt;br /&gt;Figuring out the new IMac &lt;br /&gt;Figuring out photoshop C5&lt;br /&gt;Desperately trying to catch up on the blog&lt;br /&gt;Also dancin it up to Just Dance 3 on the wii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen &lt;br /&gt;Growing tall&lt;br /&gt;Wants to play with his friends every single day&lt;br /&gt;Loves chasing and teasing his brother&lt;br /&gt;Iron is his current obsession&lt;br /&gt;Shares well with his brother&lt;br /&gt;Loving preschool&lt;br /&gt;Also dancin it up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles&lt;br /&gt;Not saying a whole lot&lt;br /&gt;But clearly says ball, daddy, Mama, Hi&lt;br /&gt;Is obsessed with balls, if we go ANYWHERE and he sees a ball, he freaks out, and if he can't have it, melt down ensues.&lt;br /&gt;Loves imitating his brother&lt;br /&gt;Is always hungry. If he sees food, he wants it&lt;br /&gt;Has about 5 blankies with tags and wants them all at once&lt;br /&gt;Frequently shakes his head no&lt;br /&gt;Loves baths, would take several a day if allowed&lt;br /&gt;Also loves dancin to the wii...it is our latest family obsession. Hopefully it lasts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-5853087448172130686?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/5853087448172130686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=5853087448172130686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/5853087448172130686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/5853087448172130686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2012/01/seare-family-update-january-2012.html' title='Seare Family Update January 2012'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-477397244907592878</id><published>2012-01-15T22:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T22:04:20.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miles Starts Nursery</title><content type='html'>We got a phone call earlier this week from a lady in our ward saying Miles would be starting nursery this week and she was his teacher.  We were pleasantly surprised since he won't be 18 months for a couple of weeks. Let's face it, church and a rambunctious toddler is not the funnest 3 hours of our week, but now it's 1 hour 10 minutes followed by the remaining time actually listening and learning (well for Steve, I teach, so I can't have Miles in class). Miles' first day went swimmingly! There were several criers and Miles just looked at them like "Why are you crying?" I set Miles down with a toy and went to teach my class. When I checked on him he was happily drinking from his sippy.  When Steve  checked on him, he was giving high-fives and showing his belly to his teachers. He was so happy when Steve got him after church. I love my silly, happy boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-477397244907592878?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/477397244907592878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=477397244907592878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/477397244907592878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/477397244907592878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2012/01/miles-starts-nursery.html' title='Miles Starts Nursery'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-4056022827379949392</id><published>2011-10-17T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T14:16:14.960-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><title type='text'>Grandpa Art Turns 50!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z7g5dfIrNtA/TxszHl_5QuI/AAAAAAAADQ4/M_MZbpuQRx8/s1600/img_7292.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z7g5dfIrNtA/TxszHl_5QuI/AAAAAAAADQ4/M_MZbpuQRx8/s400/img_7292.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700205958919701218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LcG_sKCWzU8/TxsytKaqPFI/AAAAAAAADQs/d3Mjj7wSByQ/s1600/img_7291.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LcG_sKCWzU8/TxsytKaqPFI/AAAAAAAADQs/d3Mjj7wSByQ/s400/img_7291.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700205504839171154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated my dad's 50th with pizza, brownies and ice cream.  My boys just adore their grandpa.  My dad is kind, helpful, handy, patient, loving and funny.  We love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-4056022827379949392?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/4056022827379949392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=4056022827379949392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/4056022827379949392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/4056022827379949392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/10/grandpa-art-turns-50.html' title='Grandpa Art Turns 50!'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z7g5dfIrNtA/TxszHl_5QuI/AAAAAAAADQ4/M_MZbpuQRx8/s72-c/img_7292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-4991418651333933803</id><published>2011-10-17T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T14:05:09.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o1qVl9dvkzc/TxszxtgD5kI/AAAAAAAADRE/YO_IdQX8GuQ/s1600/steveangtemple.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o1qVl9dvkzc/TxszxtgD5kI/AAAAAAAADRE/YO_IdQX8GuQ/s400/steveangtemple.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700206682488170050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got invited to spend a weekend in St. George with a few other couples, our really good friends, and have a fun getaway.  Steve and I headed down a little early and went to the temple, had dinner at Cafe Rio and spent the night with our good friends the Mehls, who also let us crash that night.  In return, I took pictures of their sweet little lady Peyton the next morning.  Friday morning I dropped Steve off at the golf course to join the guys of the group at around 8:30 and besides a quick 5 minutes around lunch time, I didn't see him again until midnight.  I think they had a fun time living it up.  Us girls layed by the pool at the hotel, went to lunch, went shopping at TJMAXX (a St. George must), checked into the sweet rental house Linds was so kind to hook us all up with, layed by the pool at the house for a while, went to see Footloose, ate at Pizza Factory express, came back to the house and watched yet, another movie!  Saturday we did little shopping and lots of laying by the pool and  swimming laps for Casi and I.  That night we had a bbq to celebrate Sage's birthday and hung out and watched a lame BYU game or something of the sort.  It was a fun weekend with friends and a nice getaway without kids.  Sometimes a break like that is definitely in order!  AND thank you to my mom and aunt who took great care of our kids, walking to the park everyday, walking to McDonalds, and pulling our weeds in the backyard!  It is always nice knowing your kids are in great hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-4991418651333933803?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/4991418651333933803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=4991418651333933803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/4991418651333933803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/4991418651333933803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/10/getaway.html' title='A Getaway'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o1qVl9dvkzc/TxszxtgD5kI/AAAAAAAADRE/YO_IdQX8GuQ/s72-c/steveangtemple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-4741840739506159289</id><published>2011-10-12T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T13:29:41.797-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miles'/><title type='text'>Miles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fe4MNyvtL14/TxsuLH0JtVI/AAAAAAAADQg/XG6lzTb4ifU/s1600/DSCF0466.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-fe4MNyvtL14/TxsuLH0JtVI/AAAAAAAADQg/XG6lzTb4ifU/s400/DSCF0466.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700200521978721618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-4741840739506159289?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/4741840739506159289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=4741840739506159289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/4741840739506159289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/4741840739506159289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/10/miles.html' title='Miles'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fe4MNyvtL14/TxsuLH0JtVI/AAAAAAAADQg/XG6lzTb4ifU/s72-c/DSCF0466.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-1231197668245472218</id><published>2011-09-29T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T14:10:20.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pGBrn33DQCk/TxoMLU7JB5I/AAAAAAAADQU/HoY2G9aQZV4/s1600/img_6717.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pGBrn33DQCk/TxoMLU7JB5I/AAAAAAAADQU/HoY2G9aQZV4/s400/img_6717.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699881667125643154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-59Mw2ZU96dk/TxoMKrzSumI/AAAAAAAADQI/e_Kdl_cWyDk/s1600/img_6716web.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-59Mw2ZU96dk/TxoMKrzSumI/AAAAAAAADQI/e_Kdl_cWyDk/s400/img_6716web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699881656086870626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u8kSFVxsm8Q/TxoLBsV8sSI/AAAAAAAADP8/icHrc1AxzzE/s1600/img_6713web.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u8kSFVxsm8Q/TxoLBsV8sSI/AAAAAAAADP8/icHrc1AxzzE/s400/img_6713web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699880402101776674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c1tslpvZpO8/TxoLBBJmM-I/AAAAAAAADPw/n-MsmxQwc8M/s1600/img_6709web.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c1tslpvZpO8/TxoLBBJmM-I/AAAAAAAADPw/n-MsmxQwc8M/s400/img_6709web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699880390507246562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things about Ms. Kathy's preschool is that EVERY month there is a fun party to look forward to.  In fear of being a "party hog"  I signed up for 3 or 4 parties, unfortunately, cowboy day was not one.  But they had the whole month to learn about deserts, cactus, colors and letters that are somewhat related to cowboys.  For the party they got to get all dressed up and made their own stick ponies.  He had a lot of fun and it was sure fun for me to see him all dressed up.  These pictures were taken pre-party, he took the bandana off by the time we got to school.  He came up with all of theses poses for me.  He was digging himself as a cowboy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-1231197668245472218?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/1231197668245472218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=1231197668245472218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/1231197668245472218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/1231197668245472218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='Cowboy Day'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pGBrn33DQCk/TxoMLU7JB5I/AAAAAAAADQU/HoY2G9aQZV4/s72-c/img_6717.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-7058479790939374618</id><published>2011-09-29T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T14:12:00.570-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family outings'/><title type='text'>Surprise! Grandpa Scott Turns 60!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NkhwspHAKSU/TxoIaQ_ug0I/AAAAAAAADPk/u1akmDN1Z8Y/s1600/scott%2Bprint.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NkhwspHAKSU/TxoIaQ_ug0I/AAAAAAAADPk/u1akmDN1Z8Y/s400/scott%2Bprint.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699877525722661698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott turned the big 60! My mother in law Cyndee threw him a surprise party with all of the family and some of his close friends and co-workers. (One thing I love about my in-laws, they are still friends, and still get together with their friends from their South High days...isn't that cool to hear? I know this will be the case with all of our wonderful friends we have now;)) Anyway, to get him to show up to Grandma Bethie's clubhouse, which is his mother-in-law, Matt invited him golfing and then said he had to pick up some Mary Kay for his wife, because grandma sells it. When they arrived, the jig was up, being all of our cars were out front, along with a banner and balloons. It was an open house, so people were coming and going all night. It was nice to see a lot of familiar faces like old neighbors and old bosses. Cyndee kept it low key, and it was a perfect fun night! 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Grandpa Scott Turns 60!!'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NkhwspHAKSU/TxoIaQ_ug0I/AAAAAAAADPk/u1akmDN1Z8Y/s72-c/scott%2Bprint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-7732464871994897341</id><published>2011-09-19T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T14:13:22.563-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>California Vacation Part 3: Disneyland!</title><content type='html'>Disneyland! The great thing about going to California in September is the crowds are not so crazy....on the beach, shopping, or Disneyland. I think we went on a Tuesday. The weather was perfect! 80 degrees!  There were actually a lot of people, but the lines were pretty quick to go through, which is a must with a rambunctious 13 month old!  We started by loading up on sunscreen and buying Owen the coolest pair of gloves ever...Mickey Gloves.  He thought he was pretty cool.  Steve and I took turns riding the big rides with Owen, YAY, he can ride pretty much all of them!  Miles spent a lot of time in his stroller when not in line or on a ride.  I felt bad, and we would let him wonder around here and there, but he was so mobile and not afraid of anything, so this guy had to be contained.  Owen went on Splash Mountain and loved it...they got soaked.   Owen's favorite ride was Buzz Lightyear.  Miles favorite part of the day was the very end...he was cranky and tired, but when the parade started, he was going NUTS!  His hands were waving all over and he was so excited.  We managed to have both boys fall asleep at the same time in the stroller, that made for a peaceful little break. We did a little shopping and a had a snack...the chile and lime corn on the cob was something I'd really been wanting to try.  Sadly, it disappointed.  I will make my own and bet its 100xs better.  I think around 4:00 I was thinking, man, this day has flown, and also, man, I am exhausted.  Good news for us, in September, Disney closes at 8:00. &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-agU0tyDKF4k/Txd6-JPLqFI/AAAAAAAADJ4/UqYclHeQpRE/s400/IMG_5696%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699159061510727762" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7jPpy5NuxCg/Txd5InomgoI/AAAAAAAADJU/Ex0YpTiznUI/s400/IMG_5698.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699157042445845122" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D2Egrha7jIQ/Txd4JOAOU7I/AAAAAAAADJI/9Ke5r1yW4qA/s400/IMG_5704.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699155953233843122" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bOWEWjxOWOM/Txd7og6vdbI/AAAAAAAADKE/qHe9Ov7JY_c/s400/evo%2Bpic%2B768.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699159789421950386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-7732464871994897341?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/7732464871994897341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=7732464871994897341' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/7732464871994897341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/7732464871994897341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2012/01/california-vacation-part-3-disneyland.html' title='California Vacation Part 3: Disneyland!'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-agU0tyDKF4k/Txd6-JPLqFI/AAAAAAAADJ4/UqYclHeQpRE/s72-c/IMG_5696%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-5870245986905722901</id><published>2011-09-19T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T14:14:25.474-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>California Vacation Part 2: The Beach</title><content type='html'>As per tradition, the Seare family rented several condo's in Oceanside, CA.  We love Oceanside.  It has all the charm of SoCal without large crowds and major touristy attractions.  We shared a condo with Steve's brother Matt, Julianne and Estee.  Owen and Estee had some bonding time and all of the kids got along really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mC5-W9rMZHI/Tw39aCGlCeI/AAAAAAAADFw/mmWuWXBPTKI/s1600/DSCF0437.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mC5-W9rMZHI/Tw39aCGlCeI/AAAAAAAADFw/mmWuWXBPTKI/s400/DSCF0437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696487727376435682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--F5FLd-hM4I/Tw39ZamACuI/AAAAAAAADFk/4ymyy4jFyMU/s1600/DSCF0436.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--F5FLd-hM4I/Tw39ZamACuI/AAAAAAAADFk/4ymyy4jFyMU/s400/DSCF0436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696487716770810594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ydw8RhdBqEM/Tw39Y3uEJ0I/AAAAAAAADFY/G7xIE1aIPb0/s1600/DSCF0434.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ydw8RhdBqEM/Tw39Y3uEJ0I/AAAAAAAADFY/G7xIE1aIPb0/s400/DSCF0434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696487707409393474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is improvising when a high chair isn't available for a crazy 13 month old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0KFpmmOKZzs/Tw4AXEyDCAI/AAAAAAAADGU/85P713DgPfk/s1600/DSCF0447.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-0KFpmmOKZzs/Tw4AXEyDCAI/AAAAAAAADGU/85P713DgPfk/s400/DSCF0447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696490975090903042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jules brought her Ipad and the kids had a good laugh playing with the photobooth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5fdguqnkME0/Tw3a52l7jHI/AAAAAAAADFQ/U4PWbVrcZ1c/s1600/ATT_1316276194453_photo%2B1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5fdguqnkME0/Tw3a52l7jHI/AAAAAAAADFQ/U4PWbVrcZ1c/s400/ATT_1316276194453_photo%2B1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696449791135550578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are headed up the pier to Ruby's Diner.  It is a must when you go to Oceanside.  Also, milkshakes are a requirement with your dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kv1uNCAu2vE/Tw4AWDouQII/AAAAAAAADF8/6OiJ4UfZRUk/s1600/DSCF0440.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kv1uNCAu2vE/Tw4AWDouQII/AAAAAAAADF8/6OiJ4UfZRUk/s400/DSCF0440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696490957603487874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Avery and Owen in the jogger.  Avery REALLY wanted a ride.  I don't blame her. I wish someone would wheel me around so I can relax and enjoy the scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_I-fPf_Z2vA/Tw4AWecSq8I/AAAAAAAADGI/efeCKHEc88M/s1600/DSCF0444.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-_I-fPf_Z2vA/Tw4AWecSq8I/AAAAAAAADGI/efeCKHEc88M/s400/DSCF0444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696490964799105986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Something about the California air makes me want to get the day going and started with a walk along the ocean.  Here we are on the Oceanside Pier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d8VDdUzZEXQ/Tw3a5smisHI/AAAAAAAADFA/T3OBVv75MTA/s1600/IMAG1312.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d8VDdUzZEXQ/Tw3a5smisHI/AAAAAAAADFA/T3OBVv75MTA/s400/IMAG1312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696449788453761138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZN0xF2bs7U/Tw3amY8qn0I/AAAAAAAADE0/NqrlgbeHmd8/s1600/IMAG1314.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZN0xF2bs7U/Tw3amY8qn0I/AAAAAAAADE0/NqrlgbeHmd8/s400/IMAG1314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696449456760332098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miles was all tuckered out after our walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I1_5BkqJPTM/Tw3amIiufrI/AAAAAAAADEo/_ml6oAA4pq4/s1600/IMAG1316.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I1_5BkqJPTM/Tw3amIiufrI/AAAAAAAADEo/_ml6oAA4pq4/s400/IMAG1316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696449452356566706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the view from our condo...can't really complain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GD8k74khp9w/Tw3Zp2y6YRI/AAAAAAAADEc/XSjDMWrIKSI/s1600/IMAG1317.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GD8k74khp9w/Tw3Zp2y6YRI/AAAAAAAADEc/XSjDMWrIKSI/s400/IMAG1317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696448416800465170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Harbor Fish'n'Chips are a favorite of ours for sure!  The fish are HUGE!  Matt, Jules, Estee and our family ate there a couple times and here is Owen and Estee comparing size...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lRRIIMTXV18/Tw3ZpphL-qI/AAAAAAAADEQ/EV59AkKfNpQ/s1600/IMAG1319.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lRRIIMTXV18/Tw3ZpphL-qI/AAAAAAAADEQ/EV59AkKfNpQ/s400/IMAG1319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696448413236460194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The majority of our vacation is spent on the beach.  We eat, lounge and play ALL day on the beach.  I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6WjnZ7hSsFM/Tw3ZBbQ_s-I/AAAAAAAADEE/558kqH1DRb0/s1600/IMG_5589.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6WjnZ7hSsFM/Tw3ZBbQ_s-I/AAAAAAAADEE/558kqH1DRb0/s400/IMG_5589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696447722215683042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GY3BkpXYXfY/Tw3ZBP0o_fI/AAAAAAAADD4/eXKG5Dsy2J4/s1600/IMG_5592.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GY3BkpXYXfY/Tw3ZBP0o_fI/AAAAAAAADD4/eXKG5Dsy2J4/s400/IMG_5592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696447719143964146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BnVfAhzsDZU/Tw3Wu_Gp9rI/AAAAAAAADDs/v7Z-DVTgGUc/s1600/IMG_5596.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BnVfAhzsDZU/Tw3Wu_Gp9rI/AAAAAAAADDs/v7Z-DVTgGUc/s400/IMG_5596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696445206395221682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ezzuEZTGY9s/Tw3WuWMq-UI/AAAAAAAADDg/v4v8Q00D9HM/s1600/IMG_5597.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ezzuEZTGY9s/Tw3WuWMq-UI/AAAAAAAADDg/v4v8Q00D9HM/s400/IMG_5597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696445195414600002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EkI7kdY3fwE/Tw3WCHDS6fI/AAAAAAAADDU/6ckqmO8t7yQ/s1600/IMG_5604.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EkI7kdY3fwE/Tw3WCHDS6fI/AAAAAAAADDU/6ckqmO8t7yQ/s400/IMG_5604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696444435434498546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Matt getting ready to have Estee catch some waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2-ozPJhvz3k/Tw3WBzZ9PNI/AAAAAAAADDI/N507VIHrfu0/s1600/IMG_5607.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2-ozPJhvz3k/Tw3WBzZ9PNI/AAAAAAAADDI/N507VIHrfu0/s400/IMG_5607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696444430160837842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maya caught a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vCbBaZHicYI/Tw3U9HxXCKI/AAAAAAAADC4/mGsqR1mWGCc/s1600/IMG_5609.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vCbBaZHicYI/Tw3U9HxXCKI/AAAAAAAADC4/mGsqR1mWGCc/s400/IMG_5609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696443250216732834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And she knows it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BLxsi0vqfpA/Tw3UaKYJyXI/AAAAAAAADCk/eWa53lhgGJM/s1600/IMG_5615.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BLxsi0vqfpA/Tw3UaKYJyXI/AAAAAAAADCk/eWa53lhgGJM/s400/IMG_5615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696442649620892018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Avery laugh/crying. Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CGZA7Fqygec/Tw3UZmxSEgI/AAAAAAAADCY/nD-KklCxUzA/s1600/IMG_5619.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CGZA7Fqygec/Tw3UZmxSEgI/AAAAAAAADCY/nD-KklCxUzA/s400/IMG_5619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696442640062616066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another tradition...searching for sand crabs.  Brad collected pretty much an entire bucket full and the kids loved it. Especially Miles.  He wanted to eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PJ4-6RP1hfM/Tw3Tebr3KQI/AAAAAAAADCM/D1KuH1-DPac/s1600/IMG_5622.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PJ4-6RP1hfM/Tw3Tebr3KQI/AAAAAAAADCM/D1KuH1-DPac/s400/IMG_5622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696441623474809090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steve, Brad and his cousins Blake and Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_xizqSkuVAA/Tw3Td3u-F3I/AAAAAAAADCA/owRt2fUPR2c/s1600/IMG_5624.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_xizqSkuVAA/Tw3Td3u-F3I/AAAAAAAADCA/owRt2fUPR2c/s400/IMG_5624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696441613824169842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zZNzxFcho-8/Tw3StMsOy8I/AAAAAAAADB0/PoMHmT-Zb4g/s1600/IMG_5632.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zZNzxFcho-8/Tw3StMsOy8I/AAAAAAAADB0/PoMHmT-Zb4g/s400/IMG_5632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696440777636236226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steve headed out with Owen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zdXSdmpwcQ0/Tw3SsltNQhI/AAAAAAAADBo/az7xRvmizQk/s1600/IMG_5634.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zdXSdmpwcQ0/Tw3SsltNQhI/AAAAAAAADBo/az7xRvmizQk/s400/IMG_5634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696440767171346962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to catch his very first wave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X8xdNI2CFz4/Tw3R49ozk_I/AAAAAAAADBc/BDAH0USEitk/s1600/IMG_5637.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X8xdNI2CFz4/Tw3R49ozk_I/AAAAAAAADBc/BDAH0USEitk/s400/IMG_5637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696439880242140146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He did awesome! Unfortunately, his landing resulted in a slight crash and he wouldn't dare try again.  I had one goal for this trip: get Owen to catch a wave. Mission Accomplished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5xY2Tjll8vo/Tw3R4FauvpI/AAAAAAAADBQ/QPpb9STbKKI/s1600/IMG_5638.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5xY2Tjll8vo/Tw3R4FauvpI/AAAAAAAADBQ/QPpb9STbKKI/s400/IMG_5638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696439865150717586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miles was the bleach blonde babe.  Mostly eating, trying to swim in the ocean and running all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cYZ67XAdH3Q/Tw3OxULUsDI/AAAAAAAADBE/xoaWJ9I7Nxo/s1600/IMG_5644.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cYZ67XAdH3Q/Tw3OxULUsDI/AAAAAAAADBE/xoaWJ9I7Nxo/s400/IMG_5644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696436450318659634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7frLlDR5MnA/Tw3OwyYJPiI/AAAAAAAADA4/sIf-7gmGAbQ/s1600/IMG_5660.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7frLlDR5MnA/Tw3OwyYJPiI/AAAAAAAADA4/sIf-7gmGAbQ/s400/IMG_5660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696436441245629986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WP45ltlJico/Tw3OHNkfDwI/AAAAAAAADAs/pjcIipMbmiU/s1600/IMG_5662.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WP45ltlJico/Tw3OHNkfDwI/AAAAAAAADAs/pjcIipMbmiU/s400/IMG_5662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696435726990642946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Avery:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nXnp8sJShx4/Tw3OGuINXAI/AAAAAAAADAg/1BSLRMZJPZI/s1600/IMG_5663.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nXnp8sJShx4/Tw3OGuINXAI/AAAAAAAADAg/1BSLRMZJPZI/s400/IMG_5663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696435718550543362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gCKgc5sWanA/Tw3Mlk85vtI/AAAAAAAADAU/wzZdAnKB-oU/s1600/IMG_5672.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gCKgc5sWanA/Tw3Mlk85vtI/AAAAAAAADAU/wzZdAnKB-oU/s400/IMG_5672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696434049639890642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just eating rocks. No big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D2LnV4d9dYU/Tw3MlS8d7II/AAAAAAAADAI/A5594xCDMn8/s1600/IMG_5677.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D2LnV4d9dYU/Tw3MlS8d7II/AAAAAAAADAI/A5594xCDMn8/s400/IMG_5677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696434044806229122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Estee and Avery with Steve's Uncle Jeff.  The kids love him and he was so great to oblige the girls when they wanted to go jump in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t2kT5CptswI/Tw3L9iAhJeI/AAAAAAAAC_8/mm2AX1YGT0w/s1600/IMG_5679.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t2kT5CptswI/Tw3L9iAhJeI/AAAAAAAAC_8/mm2AX1YGT0w/s400/IMG_5679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696433361654982114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sandman.  He would get covered in sand. It was my worst nightmare trying to get this kid sand free in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AZfuvEepNN4/Tw3L9OsjRaI/AAAAAAAAC_w/leE5mmQB__4/s1600/IMG_5691.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AZfuvEepNN4/Tw3L9OsjRaI/AAAAAAAAC_w/leE5mmQB__4/s400/IMG_5691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696433356470961570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see, the beach is covered in these rocks.  Not our typical nor preferable conditions for the beach.  And it was a bit chilly.  So Brad decided one day to take advantage of the high tide and rent a fishing pole.  He caught a small shark! I didn't get to see it because I was in the condo while Miles was napping, and by the time I got out there he had sent it back...what a bummer.  But it was awesome because all sorts of people came talking to Brad like he was an expert at ocean fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7aP5yh7FeEI/Tw3LPxcr5vI/AAAAAAAAC_k/aCGp4oycGdc/s1600/img_6163.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7aP5yh7FeEI/Tw3LPxcr5vI/AAAAAAAAC_k/aCGp4oycGdc/s400/img_6163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696432575525676786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fDpDHz1cgOM/Tw3LPXCZ48I/AAAAAAAAC_Y/UcK1czA72is/s1600/img_6168.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fDpDHz1cgOM/Tw3LPXCZ48I/AAAAAAAAC_Y/UcK1czA72is/s400/img_6168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696432568436122562" 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/9159349984148267710-5870245986905722901?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/5870245986905722901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=5870245986905722901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/5870245986905722901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/5870245986905722901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2012/01/california-vacation-part-2-beach.html' title='California Vacation Part 2: The Beach'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mC5-W9rMZHI/Tw39aCGlCeI/AAAAAAAADFw/mmWuWXBPTKI/s72-c/DSCF0437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-8522498196342266428</id><published>2011-09-19T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T14:15:31.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>California Vacation Part 1: Road Trip!</title><content type='html'>Our trip started Thursday morning.  Steve got off work early, we got the car all packed up, picked Owen up from pre-school and headed directly for the freeway.  The drive to Las Vegas was not fantastic with Miles crying for a large part of the way, but that just comes with the territory.  Our first destination was Las Vegas.  We stayed at the Orleans, and just so you know, for 30.00 it is really nice, clean accommodations, although, not on the strip.  Before meeting up with everybody for dinner, we decided to check out the strip a little.  We ran into BUMBLEBEE.  Owen thought it was pretty cool.  He asked him, "Where is Optimus Prime?"  and Bumblebee's reply, "Oh, he's at McDonalds."  Ha! I love this business they have going.  When we left, Owen assured me it wasn't really Bumblebee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FZ95vmEbAco/Twno12nDt_I/AAAAAAAAC94/PmCI9O3rcos/s1600/DSCF0404.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FZ95vmEbAco/Twno12nDt_I/AAAAAAAAC94/PmCI9O3rcos/s400/DSCF0404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695339215676749810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsCkli5HW4c/TwnmEg1XpGI/AAAAAAAAC9g/McA0-rcaAf4/s1600/DSCF0406.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsCkli5HW4c/TwnmEg1XpGI/AAAAAAAAC9g/McA0-rcaAf4/s400/DSCF0406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695336168994350178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we saw Woody, but only from a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2GBX1GjZVBE/TwnlMba1p0I/AAAAAAAAC9U/jwUUrJeMJks/s1600/DSCF0407.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2GBX1GjZVBE/TwnlMba1p0I/AAAAAAAAC9U/jwUUrJeMJks/s400/DSCF0407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695335205468219202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We met up with the family that was in Las Vegas (Brad, Amy and kids would be meeting us the next day) at Margaritaville, a Seare Family favorite.  As much as I despise country music, I really like Margaritaville's atmosphere...always a party!  Here is Connie, GG, Cyndee, and Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gOxeqRrZRQM/TwnlMOi4F_I/AAAAAAAAC9I/IfoT26zKkFA/s1600/DSCF0408.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-gOxeqRrZRQM/TwnlMOi4F_I/AAAAAAAAC9I/IfoT26zKkFA/s400/DSCF0408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695335202012272626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--yXxQ4mIjAM/TwnkVVz4W6I/AAAAAAAAC88/s4hzdLsG5l4/s1600/DSCF0410.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--yXxQ4mIjAM/TwnkVVz4W6I/AAAAAAAAC88/s4hzdLsG5l4/s400/DSCF0410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695334259069836194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At dinner the people on stilts came around and made balloon hats for Estee and Matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c3ch3BlvSDo/TwnkUyL1NjI/AAAAAAAAC8w/uHDhYFEb2Y0/s1600/DSCF0412.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-c3ch3BlvSDo/TwnkUyL1NjI/AAAAAAAAC8w/uHDhYFEb2Y0/s400/DSCF0412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695334249506616882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen got one too, plus a sword and laser gun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ByXauISUao/Twnjonsj1pI/AAAAAAAAC8k/TN5X7n2l50I/s1600/DSCF0414.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ByXauISUao/Twnjonsj1pI/AAAAAAAAC8k/TN5X7n2l50I/s400/DSCF0414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695333490776856210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DvjNJDZq83I/TwnjoPGIYZI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/WVU61QJ5U5c/s1600/DSCF0415.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-DvjNJDZq83I/TwnjoPGIYZI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/WVU61QJ5U5c/s400/DSCF0415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695333484173222290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right when Jules and Estee left for the bathroom, some dude really wanted to take our picture. Here we all are: Matt, GG, Blake, Emily, Connie, Jeff, Scott, Cyndee, Steve, Owen, Miles and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDn97Dp0ddg/TwnhuhsDCaI/AAAAAAAAC8M/CzI2yDtYBzc/s1600/DSCF0418.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDn97Dp0ddg/TwnhuhsDCaI/AAAAAAAAC8M/CzI2yDtYBzc/s400/DSCF0418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695331393220053410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After dinner we headed to Caesars Palace for one reason, really. H&amp;amp;M! It was a successful trip for kids clothes.  The kids loved the aquarium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kamuA8LDpzo/TwnhuOC4nTI/AAAAAAAAC8A/nR_0Jon8UkI/s1600/DSCF0420.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-kamuA8LDpzo/TwnhuOC4nTI/AAAAAAAAC8A/nR_0Jon8UkI/s400/DSCF0420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695331387947130162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That evening proved to be a challenge.  I was not a wise mommy and didn't pack a blanket with a tag for our vacation, something newly discovered that is Miles' soothing tool.  We improvised with a washcloth from the hotel room. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FKImj1L0MWE/TwnyNEUG7KI/AAAAAAAAC-E/VlkXsVEfxEc/s1600/IMAG1294.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FKImj1L0MWE/TwnyNEUG7KI/AAAAAAAAC-E/VlkXsVEfxEc/s400/IMAG1294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695349510097005730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next morning we met up at McDonald's for breakfast and headed back on the road, our next destination, Dana Point, California.  Here is a little glimpse of how we traveled.  It is amazing how 2 kids really add up to a lot of luggage.  From here on out, Miles traveled much better.  I think he was just so tired from lack of sleep in the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EEzO06iEOtQ/Twng-4iO5HI/AAAAAAAAC70/BXsDC2YkWSU/s1600/DSCF0423.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EEzO06iEOtQ/Twng-4iO5HI/AAAAAAAAC70/BXsDC2YkWSU/s400/DSCF0423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695330574719181938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AnqinLMeoFY/TwnzOkAmpLI/AAAAAAAAC-o/MTS0-WbkYbE/s1600/IMAG1297.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AnqinLMeoFY/TwnzOkAmpLI/AAAAAAAAC-o/MTS0-WbkYbE/s400/IMAG1297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695350635296629938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took a pit stop in Barstow to check out the new outlets and we rented this beauty.  It was cheap and convenient, being our car was packed to the brim, but it was very similar to driving an actual bus, at least in my mind.  The boys loved it though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x5b0NgHNzX8/TwnzOdUT--I/AAAAAAAAC-c/P5cNW103myY/s1600/IMAG1296.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x5b0NgHNzX8/TwnzOdUT--I/AAAAAAAAC-c/P5cNW103myY/s400/IMAG1296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695350633500244962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mew8bVKQR0g/TwnyNu0_y7I/AAAAAAAAC-Q/9jxBeRwPDNU/s1600/IMAG1295.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mew8bVKQR0g/TwnyNu0_y7I/AAAAAAAAC-Q/9jxBeRwPDNU/s400/IMAG1295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695349521509239730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We arrived to Dana Point, another Seare Family Favorite, and were sure excited to see the ocean.  I love the ocean!  We rested for a bit in our room, the boys loved playing on the balcony and Owen loved that across the way were Grandma and Gramps' room and GG's.  We took a little walk around the harbor got a small lunch, then rested some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VW7rGXp2QXc/Twn0FOOL2MI/AAAAAAAAC-0/dXFb4g1mnyQ/s1600/IMAG1300.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VW7rGXp2QXc/Twn0FOOL2MI/AAAAAAAAC-0/dXFb4g1mnyQ/s400/IMAG1300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695351574340819138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O042tUM9S2o/Twn1J7_ZwtI/AAAAAAAAC_M/0Te1fjuA3kw/s1600/IMAG1301.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O042tUM9S2o/Twn1J7_ZwtI/AAAAAAAAC_M/0Te1fjuA3kw/s400/IMAG1301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695352754857951954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For dinner we met up with everyone for El Torito (another Seare Family Favorite) for some delish Mexican food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WQ6xE1ezWnY/Twng-N9qDlI/AAAAAAAAC7o/7Qp3MyOYAzc/s1600/DSCF0426.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WQ6xE1ezWnY/Twng-N9qDlI/AAAAAAAAC7o/7Qp3MyOYAzc/s400/DSCF0426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695330563291483730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After dinner, GG treated the whole family to ice cream from the "Poop Deck" as GG accidentally called it.  We prefer the Scoop Deck.  Avery, Estee, and Owen enjoying more ice cream than they could handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NsXjPg3f0jo/Twnf7w5CXnI/AAAAAAAAC7c/XQ98k8Z6vLA/s1600/DSCF0428.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NsXjPg3f0jo/Twnf7w5CXnI/AAAAAAAAC7c/XQ98k8Z6vLA/s400/DSCF0428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695329421616111218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday morning we got up and headed to Proud Mary's, yet ANOTHER Seare Family Favorite, for breakfast.  The Utes were playing USC that day, so we were all decked out in our U gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K9siBK6z6gs/Twn0FY8FlWI/AAAAAAAAC_A/V4zPGZPKAEU/s1600/IMAG1306.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K9siBK6z6gs/Twn0FY8FlWI/AAAAAAAAC_A/V4zPGZPKAEU/s400/IMAG1306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695351577217701218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After breakfast we ran into all of these ponies!  There was some charity with all these ponies and they were all dressed so cutely and the kids loved it.  This pony had a monkey riding on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3a3Qmx-EdS0/Twnf7qMy0WI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/IeswkUa_7Ss/s1600/DSCF0430.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3a3Qmx-EdS0/Twnf7qMy0WI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/IeswkUa_7Ss/s400/DSCF0430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695329419819929954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GB2XNcbGRr8/TwnfHtrrKEI/AAAAAAAAC7E/UDTjzWY5lfI/s1600/DSCF0431.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GB2XNcbGRr8/TwnfHtrrKEI/AAAAAAAAC7E/UDTjzWY5lfI/s400/DSCF0431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695328527401560130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this one had an awesome braid and cool sneakers.  Owen gave her a big hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-19sHr9akV5o/TwnfHZu1S8I/AAAAAAAAC64/52VRqFet9fo/s1600/DSCF0433.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-19sHr9akV5o/TwnfHZu1S8I/AAAAAAAAC64/52VRqFet9fo/s400/DSCF0433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695328522046098370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After breakfast we headed to Carlsbad for some shopping and Part 2 of our vacation begins!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-8522498196342266428?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/8522498196342266428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=8522498196342266428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/8522498196342266428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/8522498196342266428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2012/01/california-vacation-part-1-road-trip.html' title='California Vacation Part 1: Road Trip!'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FZ95vmEbAco/Twno12nDt_I/AAAAAAAAC94/PmCI9O3rcos/s72-c/DSCF0404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-4903118804813300884</id><published>2011-09-14T12:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T12:14:43.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dialogues of a 3 year old, part 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to Disneyland. While there, we purchased a bigger buzz lightyear that has spinning lights, and then a miniature one that came with a toy story set. On our way home from Disney, Owen said, "I love you dad."&lt;br&gt;Steve said, "I love you, too, Bud." Owen said, "Buzz is talking to his dad."&lt;br&gt;That really made us laugh. I often catch owen saying, "but dad!" While playing with his "guys." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-4903118804813300884?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/4903118804813300884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=4903118804813300884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/4903118804813300884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/4903118804813300884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/09/dialogues-of-3-year-old-part-6.html' title='Dialogues of a 3 year old, part 6'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-7158472635701075487</id><published>2011-09-06T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T14:16:59.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>Owen Starts Preschool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g-eiQQusOZg/ToZT6yqzh8I/AAAAAAAAC4w/qrghBvNpvsc/s1600/img_5581web.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g-eiQQusOZg/ToZT6yqzh8I/AAAAAAAAC4w/qrghBvNpvsc/s400/img_5581web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658302251336435650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RpA-8eSo9Vs/ToZT6f2nshI/AAAAAAAAC4o/4n-vIG5kNFM/s1600/img_5577.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RpA-8eSo9Vs/ToZT6f2nshI/AAAAAAAAC4o/4n-vIG5kNFM/s400/img_5577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658302246285718034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IuGcR9rElME/ToZT5412-aI/AAAAAAAAC4g/ndsYfJJeBKM/s1600/img_5575web.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IuGcR9rElME/ToZT5412-aI/AAAAAAAAC4g/ndsYfJJeBKM/s400/img_5575web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658302235813542306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe my baby is old enough to be going to preschool! We have been anticipating this for quite some time, and with great reason.  Owen is bright, social, independent and ready to learn!  Owen started going to Miss Kathy and has so far really enjoyed it.  The first day of school went just as expected...not a problem.  I walked him down to his class and when I said good-bye he said, "I'm not going to cry." And cry he didn't! I may have gotten a little teary.  I miss my little guy when he is away, but time really flies for those two hours.  On his first day he was asked to bring something to show and tell.  He originally chose his big blue batman.  By the time we arrived to school he changed his mind to his McDonalds Superman.  Miss Kathy had totes made for all of the kids, so on his first day he came home with his new tote and a ding dong and paper that said, "Preschool is a 'piece of cake!' " I must agree, so far! Way to go Owen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-7158472635701075487?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/7158472635701075487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=7158472635701075487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/7158472635701075487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/7158472635701075487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/09/owen-starts-preschool.html' title='Owen Starts Preschool!'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g-eiQQusOZg/ToZT6yqzh8I/AAAAAAAAC4w/qrghBvNpvsc/s72-c/img_5581web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-3184248840021082729</id><published>2011-09-01T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T21:38:19.176-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Bear Lake: Round 2</title><content type='html'>My side of the family got to talking about how fun it would be to go camping.  We do this every year.  "Yeah, it would be so fun! We should do it..." And nothing ever happens.  Well, this year, we made it happen.  We set a weekend aside and I suggested Bear Lake, because I am familiar with camping there and it is only 2.5 hours max from Salt Lake.  Pretty much everybody got off early on Friday afternoon and we arrived there by around 5:30.  We chose the busiest time of year to go...Raspberry Days.  So anywhere you could reserve a site had been booked since spring.  We took our chances and ended up camping at Cisco Beach.  There was PLENTY of space available, and plenty reason why...NO running water, NO flushing toilets, NO showers, rocky campsites and no sandy beach...the water was SO HIGH this year, we were basically camping on the shore.  We still went knowing this would probably happen, and it worked out just great!  Once we got there and got all of our tents set up we headed to Le Beau's: a Bear Lake MUST.  We didn't go to Bear Lake for the Raspberry days, but we still benefited by consuming FRESH raspberry milkshakes.  Believe me, it makes a HUGE difference. SO GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GGvPn4CQ0C4/Tl_5IhRcRxI/AAAAAAAAC4M/2o0Vv38TTHI/s1600/DSCF0333.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/-GGvPn4CQ0C4/Tl_5IhRcRxI/AAAAAAAAC4M/2o0Vv38TTHI/s400/DSCF0333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647506382511687442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dp52ULiaEn0/Tl_5ImZUbuI/AAAAAAAAC4E/PXYAP_V-pfQ/s1600/DSCF0335.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/-dp52ULiaEn0/Tl_5ImZUbuI/AAAAAAAAC4E/PXYAP_V-pfQ/s400/DSCF0335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647506383886905058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen and Jassy so excited to be camping together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--53ezDm-l_0/Tl_5ITC4gLI/AAAAAAAAC38/v68iqoG5nhU/s1600/DSCF0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--53ezDm-l_0/Tl_5ITC4gLI/AAAAAAAAC38/v68iqoG5nhU/s400/DSCF0337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647506378692526258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank heavens for aunties!  Miles fell asleep like this both nights with Auntie Abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gIz4B-K1AUM/Tl_5IGNV4iI/AAAAAAAAC30/qklgBXCrjRc/s1600/DSCF0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gIz4B-K1AUM/Tl_5IGNV4iI/AAAAAAAAC30/qklgBXCrjRc/s400/DSCF0342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647506375246733858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The setup: unfortunately we had to squeeze the 3 of us on an airmattress because we lost the cap on the other one.  Owen is a wild sleeper, so its a little difficult to not get kicked in the face when you sleep with him.  We brought the dvd player and he fell asleep to Megamind both nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OjUZuqwYR5U/Tl_5H0NAcrI/AAAAAAAAC3s/3T5HJts_MMU/s1600/DSCF0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OjUZuqwYR5U/Tl_5H0NAcrI/AAAAAAAAC3s/3T5HJts_MMU/s400/DSCF0345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647506370413490866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday we headed to Rendezvous Beach so that the kids could play in some sand.  We also rented a wave runner for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IUj5mgWLobY/Tl_4Bqr91RI/AAAAAAAAC3k/n9pQRj_9CHE/s1600/IMG_4193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IUj5mgWLobY/Tl_4Bqr91RI/AAAAAAAAC3k/n9pQRj_9CHE/s400/IMG_4193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647505165268145426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pa9OACgvUmc/Tl_4A6edDJI/AAAAAAAAC3c/zg_WXqhexu0/s1600/IMG_4199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pa9OACgvUmc/Tl_4A6edDJI/AAAAAAAAC3c/zg_WXqhexu0/s400/IMG_4199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647505152326569106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VZDJU5W2KHI/Tl_4AA6i4XI/AAAAAAAAC3U/U3VaK91WPaM/s1600/IMG_4201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VZDJU5W2KHI/Tl_4AA6i4XI/AAAAAAAAC3U/U3VaK91WPaM/s400/IMG_4201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647505136875135346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jA6cPyuyGFw/Tl_27_4dtbI/AAAAAAAAC3M/KeqMPaxOkbI/s1600/IMG_4206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jA6cPyuyGFw/Tl_27_4dtbI/AAAAAAAAC3M/KeqMPaxOkbI/s400/IMG_4206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647503968366867890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Xum2VphBWs/Tl_27vuXrEI/AAAAAAAAC3E/JasB5K49kaQ/s1600/IMG_4209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Xum2VphBWs/Tl_27vuXrEI/AAAAAAAAC3E/JasB5K49kaQ/s400/IMG_4209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647503964029561922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sAkIJIvKUeQ/Tl_27avFkSI/AAAAAAAAC28/Hebsys_6Gf0/s1600/IMG_4213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sAkIJIvKUeQ/Tl_27avFkSI/AAAAAAAAC28/Hebsys_6Gf0/s400/IMG_4213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647503958395425058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This marks Pedro's first vacation EVER.  We are terrible dog owners.  He was thrilled to be with us.  My mom and her sisters are all dog lovers, so he was getting lots of attention, treats and walks.  I think he enjoyed himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H7uhHf7Mdzc/Tl_hVJLXnFI/AAAAAAAAC20/DrFSwEB1Uzs/s1600/IMG_4217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H7uhHf7Mdzc/Tl_hVJLXnFI/AAAAAAAAC20/DrFSwEB1Uzs/s400/IMG_4217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647480211102997586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did some casual family shots at sunset. The Seare Family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jJXfosmWQLk/Tl_hUp_OcdI/AAAAAAAAC2s/bKX2Y9drZgM/s1600/IMG_4228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jJXfosmWQLk/Tl_hUp_OcdI/AAAAAAAAC2s/bKX2Y9drZgM/s400/IMG_4228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647480202730566098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Miera's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W5RtbbbdUQU/TmAJYsBWNlI/AAAAAAAAC4U/ydJNndFgxN0/s1600/IMG_4226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W5RtbbbdUQU/TmAJYsBWNlI/AAAAAAAAC4U/ydJNndFgxN0/s400/IMG_4226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647524252460922450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen and Jassy, best friends.  These two love each other and fight with each other like husband and wife. Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6vRgEWRi7-g/Tl_hUQwyhAI/AAAAAAAAC2k/-FKEW_5p_CM/s1600/IMG_4231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6vRgEWRi7-g/Tl_hUQwyhAI/AAAAAAAAC2k/-FKEW_5p_CM/s400/IMG_4231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647480195959129090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Williams Family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WK-6pQfwrUU/Tl_f5bvXjjI/AAAAAAAAC2c/sbnf-OW79Ng/s1600/IMG_4241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WK-6pQfwrUU/Tl_f5bvXjjI/AAAAAAAAC2c/sbnf-OW79Ng/s400/IMG_4241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647478635537862194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Kastner boys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-owt-p44ND7U/Tl_f5EZIVXI/AAAAAAAAC2U/TwItdXW3wV4/s1600/IMG_4245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-owt-p44ND7U/Tl_f5EZIVXI/AAAAAAAAC2U/TwItdXW3wV4/s400/IMG_4245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647478629270574450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen and Jassy with my Uncle, Jose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pXCVn3RtVTk/Tl_f4yNq2_I/AAAAAAAAC2M/XKgL9WyK1_E/s1600/IMG_4248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pXCVn3RtVTk/Tl_f4yNq2_I/AAAAAAAAC2M/XKgL9WyK1_E/s400/IMG_4248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647478624390667250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Corona's and their granddaughter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BnXevuNnGUk/Tl_Xih8xS3I/AAAAAAAAC2E/bGVObGUgDFs/s1600/IMG_4252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BnXevuNnGUk/Tl_Xih8xS3I/AAAAAAAAC2E/bGVObGUgDFs/s400/IMG_4252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647469445974674290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kika and her boys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Mtsy1jSjK8/Tl_XieLzQ1I/AAAAAAAAC18/tD00SkOomeI/s1600/IMG_4255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Mtsy1jSjK8/Tl_XieLzQ1I/AAAAAAAAC18/tD00SkOomeI/s400/IMG_4255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647469444963976018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iwD_w-tBhGI/Tl_Xh4SqkQI/AAAAAAAAC10/DF_mhGaNvMQ/s1600/IMG_4260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iwD_w-tBhGI/Tl_Xh4SqkQI/AAAAAAAAC10/DF_mhGaNvMQ/s400/IMG_4260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647469434792218882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-3184248840021082729?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/3184248840021082729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=3184248840021082729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/3184248840021082729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/3184248840021082729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/09/bear-lake-round-2.html' title='Bear Lake: Round 2'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GGvPn4CQ0C4/Tl_5IhRcRxI/AAAAAAAAC4M/2o0Vv38TTHI/s72-c/DSCF0333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-3493923080128761353</id><published>2011-08-31T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T11:59:29.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miles'/><title type='text'>Miles' Birthday Bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Tw5MmoMPSs/Tl7QuO3BYII/AAAAAAAAC1s/50IW6u-pBmM/s1600/birthdayinvite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Tw5MmoMPSs/Tl7QuO3BYII/AAAAAAAAC1s/50IW6u-pBmM/s400/birthdayinvite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647180475450613890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided to embrace the summer birthday and reserve a pavillion at the Umbria Splash pad in Herriman.  We had a great turn out and lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yZVwysisNpk/Tl7QdlfqXnI/AAAAAAAAC1k/EM75G8DDaLM/s1600/IMG_4113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yZVwysisNpk/Tl7QdlfqXnI/AAAAAAAAC1k/EM75G8DDaLM/s400/IMG_4113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647180189468876402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZwGaVk5YBc/Tl7QdaWxEvI/AAAAAAAAC1c/BP3Ed5YD96c/s1600/IMG_4115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZwGaVk5YBc/Tl7QdaWxEvI/AAAAAAAAC1c/BP3Ed5YD96c/s400/IMG_4115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647180186478777074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately, it was pretty windy, which meant no flame on the candle.  Oh well, still pretty cute.  I made lots of cupcakes, but Mile's got his very own bundt with blue frosting.  I'm pretty sure he liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sDTrLb0kca0/Tl7QdFnECQI/AAAAAAAAC1U/y2XIr-KeksM/s1600/IMG_4124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sDTrLb0kca0/Tl7QdFnECQI/AAAAAAAAC1U/y2XIr-KeksM/s400/IMG_4124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647180180909984002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vNPd0V0iCdc/Tl7PvVSCsOI/AAAAAAAAC1M/MTLbBgw-b1E/s1600/IMG_4126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vNPd0V0iCdc/Tl7PvVSCsOI/AAAAAAAAC1M/MTLbBgw-b1E/s400/IMG_4126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647179394842800354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLGPKhp0B7o/Tl7PvAXI44I/AAAAAAAAC1E/_iLtOHFCvJ8/s1600/IMG_4131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLGPKhp0B7o/Tl7PvAXI44I/AAAAAAAAC1E/_iLtOHFCvJ8/s400/IMG_4131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647179389227033474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-79OztP9cSPg/Tl7PuuUkJLI/AAAAAAAAC08/VoieP5dxYxQ/s1600/IMG_4140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-79OztP9cSPg/Tl7PuuUkJLI/AAAAAAAAC08/VoieP5dxYxQ/s400/IMG_4140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647179384384398514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-afFfvY_Eydo/Tl7OoZxXu_I/AAAAAAAAC00/7j-e-qNgWcU/s1600/IMG_4145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-afFfvY_Eydo/Tl7OoZxXu_I/AAAAAAAAC00/7j-e-qNgWcU/s400/IMG_4145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647178176277232626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mu3JMbu9yFc/Tl7On8eDsuI/AAAAAAAAC0s/tAFwe9n0zUQ/s1600/IMG_4146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mu3JMbu9yFc/Tl7On8eDsuI/AAAAAAAAC0s/tAFwe9n0zUQ/s400/IMG_4146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647178168411599586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was so cute with EVERY gift he opened he would clap.  He loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8wj2BEz8aZo/Tl7Onn6ntSI/AAAAAAAAC0k/Wpuy-MVhN_Q/s1600/IMG_4163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8wj2BEz8aZo/Tl7Onn6ntSI/AAAAAAAAC0k/Wpuy-MVhN_Q/s400/IMG_4163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647178162894255394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only actual splashing that Miles did...from a distance.  He is still a little young to really love the splash pad, but the other kids seemed to like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OCAT61s-9mc/Tl7N14Yh31I/AAAAAAAAC0c/Aq4U5VkYHKo/s1600/IMG_4176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OCAT61s-9mc/Tl7N14Yh31I/AAAAAAAAC0c/Aq4U5VkYHKo/s400/IMG_4176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647177308321210194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M8_MbnmZw3E/Tl7N1noKQMI/AAAAAAAAC0U/IR211mPBN3E/s1600/IMG_4180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M8_MbnmZw3E/Tl7N1noKQMI/AAAAAAAAC0U/IR211mPBN3E/s400/IMG_4180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647177303823368386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pictured: Dad, mom and Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ba6WZjfqNRE/Tl7N1Mib6sI/AAAAAAAAC0M/NHu0R7ZtsA0/s1600/IMG_4186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ba6WZjfqNRE/Tl7N1Mib6sI/AAAAAAAAC0M/NHu0R7ZtsA0/s400/IMG_4186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647177296551602882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-3493923080128761353?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/3493923080128761353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=3493923080128761353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/3493923080128761353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/3493923080128761353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/08/miles-birthday-bash.html' title='Miles&apos; Birthday Bash'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Tw5MmoMPSs/Tl7QuO3BYII/AAAAAAAAC1s/50IW6u-pBmM/s72-c/birthdayinvite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-4647656107279549721</id><published>2011-08-31T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T17:07:22.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miles'/><title type='text'>Miles turns 1!</title><content type='html'>On Miles' birthday the boys and I anxiously waited for Steve to come home from work so we could get to celebrating.  We took the boys to Steve's parent's pool and had a great time.  We had the pool all to ourselves, so it was extra fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KDZuN8_QIjc/Tl7K5L-wFbI/AAAAAAAAC0E/OSFG6zeVkqI/s1600/IMG_4016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KDZuN8_QIjc/Tl7K5L-wFbI/AAAAAAAAC0E/OSFG6zeVkqI/s400/IMG_4016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647174066586523058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the adorable birthday boy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lovin&lt;/span&gt; the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F4487HNRe4k/Tl7K4oPGYNI/AAAAAAAACz8/_pdiFm_Laso/s1600/IMG_4022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F4487HNRe4k/Tl7K4oPGYNI/AAAAAAAACz8/_pdiFm_Laso/s400/IMG_4022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647174056991416530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mogely&lt;/span&gt;.  Ever since he started taking steps, this is the way he has been crawling.  It's a funny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;maneuver&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YALogheiG6k/Tl7K4XpWJ9I/AAAAAAAACz0/0awBCLXH3L8/s1600/IMG_4036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YALogheiG6k/Tl7K4XpWJ9I/AAAAAAAACz0/0awBCLXH3L8/s400/IMG_4036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647174052538099666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-thX8qwCl6_c/Tl7Jwy0vGWI/AAAAAAAACzs/d2CoSxsIbw4/s1600/IMG_4039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-thX8qwCl6_c/Tl7Jwy0vGWI/AAAAAAAACzs/d2CoSxsIbw4/s400/IMG_4039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647172822883047778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CfpimeeOS0s/Tl7JwL2pVvI/AAAAAAAACzc/QOFGrsD0wzQ/s1600/IMG_4044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CfpimeeOS0s/Tl7JwL2pVvI/AAAAAAAACzc/QOFGrsD0wzQ/s400/IMG_4044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647172812422076146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GG came by and joined us, along with Scott and Cyndee at the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n6izReVooXs/Tl7IyazWJII/AAAAAAAACzU/RiivHhDeHVI/s1600/IMG_4050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n6izReVooXs/Tl7IyazWJII/AAAAAAAACzU/RiivHhDeHVI/s400/IMG_4050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647171751282877570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen was getting brave and jumping in to be caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CQMz-o-S2w0/Tl7IyBpbrgI/AAAAAAAACzM/Xz4SvTjV_TM/s1600/IMG_4058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CQMz-o-S2w0/Tl7IyBpbrgI/AAAAAAAACzM/Xz4SvTjV_TM/s400/IMG_4058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647171744530411010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture because it shows just how chubby his cheeks are from behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jlRN-LROkrw/Tl7Ix7Jho0I/AAAAAAAACzE/dHjVxhfDkwo/s1600/IMG_4062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jlRN-LROkrw/Tl7Ix7Jho0I/AAAAAAAACzE/dHjVxhfDkwo/s400/IMG_4062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647171742785971010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XiHfIpNla8M/Tl7IHwCuWWI/AAAAAAAACy8/gOGG4kd2Z6o/s1600/IMG_4066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XiHfIpNla8M/Tl7IHwCuWWI/AAAAAAAACy8/gOGG4kd2Z6o/s400/IMG_4066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647171018250148194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After swimming we headed to Scott and Cyndee's for pizza and a birthday cookie.  We through his actual party later that week, so I didn't want to spoil the cake.  The cookie was just as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aRZsJ0bRkfU/Tl7IHkdjU6I/AAAAAAAACy0/naz9F5cMRbs/s1600/IMG_4073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aRZsJ0bRkfU/Tl7IHkdjU6I/AAAAAAAACy0/naz9F5cMRbs/s400/IMG_4073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647171015141446562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqYkU-cQf0Q/Tl7IHYCQstI/AAAAAAAACys/AlgWoKWe8TE/s1600/IMG_4076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqYkU-cQf0Q/Tl7IHYCQstI/AAAAAAAACys/AlgWoKWe8TE/s400/IMG_4076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647171011805754066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UfGnzeXDDQA/Tl7ArDpvpmI/AAAAAAAACyk/vl4qb3TO1ws/s1600/IMG_4081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UfGnzeXDDQA/Tl7ArDpvpmI/AAAAAAAACyk/vl4qb3TO1ws/s400/IMG_4081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647162828716484194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GG is infamous for her crisp dollar bills...or in this case crisp 5 and 10.  Miles was actually really excited.  I think it made GG really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G0IIdb_mAxg/Tl7AqrJCPLI/AAAAAAAACyc/hkKDBweGm9s/s1600/IMG_4092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G0IIdb_mAxg/Tl7AqrJCPLI/AAAAAAAACyc/hkKDBweGm9s/s400/IMG_4092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647162822136839346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After all of that we headed home to open all of his presents from us.  Among other gifts, we gave him this little Buzz Lightyear rider.  It has taken about a month for him to figure it out, but he loves it now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JbZvKRBLSZg/Tl7AqUifNaI/AAAAAAAACyU/i_yZyb0NAL8/s1600/IMG_4095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JbZvKRBLSZg/Tl7AqUifNaI/AAAAAAAACyU/i_yZyb0NAL8/s400/IMG_4095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647162816069580194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-4647656107279549721?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/4647656107279549721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=4647656107279549721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/4647656107279549721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/4647656107279549721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/08/miles-turns-1.html' title='Miles turns 1!'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KDZuN8_QIjc/Tl7K5L-wFbI/AAAAAAAAC0E/OSFG6zeVkqI/s72-c/IMG_4016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-800067644232963802</id><published>2011-08-31T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T16:10:21.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Seare reunion</title><content type='html'>On the 24th of July we had a big Seare family reunion.  When Steve and I first got married, he had an Uncle and Aunt, and 3 cousins and their families in Arizona...all Seare's.  Since then, all of them but one cousin has moved back to Utah, but sadly, we don't see them any more often than we did before.  Steve's cousin Shannon hosted and we had a great time.  Of course, Owen was loving on all the girl cousins...namely Abby and Sophie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8oRcnIrQQkk/Tl68JSjACSI/AAAAAAAACyM/YUiLpIrkIxQ/s1600/DSCF0315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8oRcnIrQQkk/Tl68JSjACSI/AAAAAAAACyM/YUiLpIrkIxQ/s400/DSCF0315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647157850552666402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rh-zGbBChHk/Tl68JJLjXdI/AAAAAAAACyE/9amMWROMgIk/s1600/DSCF0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rh-zGbBChHk/Tl68JJLjXdI/AAAAAAAACyE/9amMWROMgIk/s400/DSCF0317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647157848038399442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taylor and Suzie were in town from Arizona and it was great to see them and their cute kids.  Owen was thrilled to play with Ian and Colton. Owen was loving that there was ANOTHER Ian (see Bear Lake post).  There is a total female domination in the Seare family. It is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4seAjhWow/Tl68JBVMhjI/AAAAAAAACx8/bwi5tLqOC8k/s1600/DSCF0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4seAjhWow/Tl68JBVMhjI/AAAAAAAACx8/bwi5tLqOC8k/s400/DSCF0318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647157845931361842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qXbQpNx5tUI/Tl660nHBvrI/AAAAAAAACxs/TKhzZKmUXUA/s1600/DSCF0314.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/-qXbQpNx5tUI/Tl660nHBvrI/AAAAAAAACxs/TKhzZKmUXUA/s400/DSCF0314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647156395783601842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OiKdC6gjkSQ/Tl660SPbJPI/AAAAAAAACxk/S1BeT3D0jwU/s1600/DSCF0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OiKdC6gjkSQ/Tl660SPbJPI/AAAAAAAACxk/S1BeT3D0jwU/s400/DSCF0312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647156390181676274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y72TE_HNEjQ/Tl660RzUKpI/AAAAAAAACxc/Nm9T8WgTD1M/s1600/DSCF0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y72TE_HNEjQ/Tl660RzUKpI/AAAAAAAACxc/Nm9T8WgTD1M/s400/DSCF0311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647156390063778450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three brothers Seare: Mike, Jeff, and Scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7FHOVP7xT5Q/Tl660I_LvXI/AAAAAAAACxU/nB_7ZYnWyJ4/s1600/DSCF0309.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/-7FHOVP7xT5Q/Tl660I_LvXI/AAAAAAAACxU/nB_7ZYnWyJ4/s400/DSCF0309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647156387697638770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bKIF2M0bg-c/Tl660FtHLMI/AAAAAAAACxM/WOHLGYroilE/s1600/DSCF0307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bKIF2M0bg-c/Tl660FtHLMI/AAAAAAAACxM/WOHLGYroilE/s400/DSCF0307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647156386816535746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is GG (great grandma Seare) with all of the Great Grandchildren.  15 girls, 6 boys. Missing were 5 girls and 3 boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sYG9fkTJsKA/Tl68IsirhCI/AAAAAAAACx0/Ru_4vFIHWiA/s1600/DSCF0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sYG9fkTJsKA/Tl68IsirhCI/AAAAAAAACx0/Ru_4vFIHWiA/s400/DSCF0327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647157840350774306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-800067644232963802?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/800067644232963802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=800067644232963802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/800067644232963802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/800067644232963802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/08/seare-reunion.html' title='Seare reunion'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8oRcnIrQQkk/Tl68JSjACSI/AAAAAAAACyM/YUiLpIrkIxQ/s72-c/DSCF0315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-3864154630605000826</id><published>2011-08-31T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T15:02:26.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Jassy Turns 3!</title><content type='html'>Jassy turned 3 in July.  She had a "Princess Party" and it included EVERYTHING! She had a bounce house, a pinata, pony rides, and a delicious spread of Mexican food...her tita is THE BEST cook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fblzl1U5-II/Tl6pmAgms4I/AAAAAAAACxE/8c2WMYRFtw0/s1600/IMG_4010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fblzl1U5-II/Tl6pmAgms4I/AAAAAAAACxE/8c2WMYRFtw0/s400/IMG_4010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647137453206057858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L64ZF1Va_KM/Tl6plwYKTFI/AAAAAAAACw8/sPpY_tJ_XhE/s1600/IMG_4005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L64ZF1Va_KM/Tl6plwYKTFI/AAAAAAAACw8/sPpY_tJ_XhE/s400/IMG_4005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647137448875674706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen really got into character with the pinata...Ironman, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O1z46zqjj80/Tl6ploiSuEI/AAAAAAAACw0/KZsOQrEcRi0/s1600/IMG_4001web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O1z46zqjj80/Tl6ploiSuEI/AAAAAAAACw0/KZsOQrEcRi0/s400/IMG_4001web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647137446770686018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aJvBdEqme_0/Tl6nef_ZcpI/AAAAAAAACws/MIQaHUYw_Zo/s1600/IMG_3988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aJvBdEqme_0/Tl6nef_ZcpI/AAAAAAAACws/MIQaHUYw_Zo/s400/IMG_3988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647135125194502802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RQ9D81RZURk/Tl6neHvr8gI/AAAAAAAACwk/Q1z-DlunimE/s1600/IMG_3984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RQ9D81RZURk/Tl6neHvr8gI/AAAAAAAACwk/Q1z-DlunimE/s400/IMG_3984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647135118686155266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lutuic2wO-Y/Tl6ndvmQhTI/AAAAAAAACwc/Occpe-b9Kbc/s1600/IMG_3962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lutuic2wO-Y/Tl6ndvmQhTI/AAAAAAAACwc/Occpe-b9Kbc/s400/IMG_3962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647135112204158258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her Tito, my uncle, got her a Pony.  She could not stop giggling.  She was so excited. and Adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FtsnsYQE364/Tl6mYoNaMdI/AAAAAAAACwU/nNm4PdDrEpA/s1600/IMG_3941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FtsnsYQE364/Tl6mYoNaMdI/AAAAAAAACwU/nNm4PdDrEpA/s400/IMG_3941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647133924809912786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1kQuknOCMQ/Tl6mYU1yXRI/AAAAAAAACwM/ELItaHPNwjM/s1600/IMG_3930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1kQuknOCMQ/Tl6mYU1yXRI/AAAAAAAACwM/ELItaHPNwjM/s400/IMG_3930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647133919610559762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DHaIIg21Gho/Tl6mYIKXtoI/AAAAAAAACwE/Xg3mgm0YFRU/s1600/IMG_3911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DHaIIg21Gho/Tl6mYIKXtoI/AAAAAAAACwE/Xg3mgm0YFRU/s400/IMG_3911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647133916207232642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and of course, Miles got lots of love from his aunties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-3864154630605000826?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/3864154630605000826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=3864154630605000826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/3864154630605000826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/3864154630605000826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/08/jassy-turns-3.html' title='Jassy Turns 3!'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fblzl1U5-II/Tl6pmAgms4I/AAAAAAAACxE/8c2WMYRFtw0/s72-c/IMG_4010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-8477780770209974336</id><published>2011-08-31T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T14:18:27.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angie'/><title type='text'>Golfing with the Hubs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n8dCn3Fb14Y/Tl6kdhjNL8I/AAAAAAAACv8/cx9gqGny8o8/s1600/img_2853web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n8dCn3Fb14Y/Tl6kdhjNL8I/AAAAAAAACv8/cx9gqGny8o8/s400/img_2853web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647131809898377154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2f2cNb1MEjU/Tl6kddbRA2I/AAAAAAAACv0/bk4dTWT7sGk/s1600/img_2834web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2f2cNb1MEjU/Tl6kddbRA2I/AAAAAAAACv0/bk4dTWT7sGk/s400/img_2834web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647131808791331682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uOoGoJRtRPc/Tl6kc46uzJI/AAAAAAAACvs/2qsIrycaSrY/s1600/img_2831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uOoGoJRtRPc/Tl6kc46uzJI/AAAAAAAACvs/2qsIrycaSrY/s400/img_2831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647131798991195282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zF2uoPlBYX8/Tl6jNXzG1II/AAAAAAAACvk/GYQ8bc3gLTU/s1600/img_2830web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zF2uoPlBYX8/Tl6jNXzG1II/AAAAAAAACvk/GYQ8bc3gLTU/s400/img_2830web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647130432891180162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wF1gCy0sbp4/Tl6jNGD36MI/AAAAAAAACvc/gcvXVGRqkLk/s1600/img_2827web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wF1gCy0sbp4/Tl6jNGD36MI/AAAAAAAACvc/gcvXVGRqkLk/s400/img_2827web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647130428129667266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For father's day this year, among other things, I told Steve I'd take him golfing.  I picked the golf course, and the one I chose was Mountain Dell.  I've been golfing a handful of times and once I had been there and had a good experience, so I thought it was a good choice.  Oh, and it's beautiful!  It was a little hot and really sunny...being JULY, but we had a good time.  Sorry no pics of me to prove I was there, but if you ask the guy we were partnered with, he'll tell you, I sure was.  I apologized to him when we were done.  I'm pretty sure I would be most men's nightmare...really terrible.  We had lunch at the clubhouse before and Steve said, "I'm just going to say one thing...Pace of Play."  Luckily, my husband is really patient, but he will certainly stick to his golf etiquette. I'm glad we went and look forward to golfing with him again next year. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-8477780770209974336?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/8477780770209974336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=8477780770209974336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/8477780770209974336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/8477780770209974336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/08/golfing-with-hubs.html' title='Golfing with the Hubs'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n8dCn3Fb14Y/Tl6kdhjNL8I/AAAAAAAACv8/cx9gqGny8o8/s72-c/img_2853web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-7378144283419799798</id><published>2011-08-31T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T12:31:21.058-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playgroup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>July's playgroups</title><content type='html'>My neighbor Leslie is really great and planned two playgroups a week throughout the whole summer.  It was a lot for us and we were not able to make every single activity, but the ones we did go to were super fun!  We went to Liberty Park and let the kids play in the Seven Canyons water park and then headed to the playground for a picnic and more playing, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4uQILv23zrY/Tl6KuGz2QwI/AAAAAAAACvU/jQr1wWXaCOU/s1600/DSCF0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4uQILv23zrY/Tl6KuGz2QwI/AAAAAAAACvU/jQr1wWXaCOU/s400/DSCF0305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647103507475874562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CVK9Aji6c7c/Tl6KuC9GooI/AAAAAAAACvM/XRDyyWzOH7Q/s1600/DSCF0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CVK9Aji6c7c/Tl6KuC9GooI/AAAAAAAACvM/XRDyyWzOH7Q/s400/DSCF0303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647103506440954498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IzGuR3tER9g/Tl6Kt_vDBII/AAAAAAAACvE/eIa4lQEzdCY/s1600/DSCF0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IzGuR3tER9g/Tl6Kt_vDBII/AAAAAAAACvE/eIa4lQEzdCY/s400/DSCF0302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647103505576690818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R6Z8xHz39Fo/Tl6KtnOfAdI/AAAAAAAACu8/wmv9QCnpqJE/s1600/DSCF0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R6Z8xHz39Fo/Tl6KtnOfAdI/AAAAAAAACu8/wmv9QCnpqJE/s400/DSCF0300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647103498997662162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B5MoAtyaQVk/Tl6KtWjLDNI/AAAAAAAACu0/tbUw2YloMn8/s1600/DSCF0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B5MoAtyaQVk/Tl6KtWjLDNI/AAAAAAAACu0/tbUw2YloMn8/s400/DSCF0295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647103494521031890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My neighbor Heidi has a big backyard and she planned one of our activities in her yard.  She set up an obstacle course for all the kids to run through a few times.  It was awesome, and funny.  There were SO MANY kids, but it was so fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DTv-diHm2Ws/Tl6KTR4A4dI/AAAAAAAACus/BTd0W6OWQ7s/s1600/DSCF0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DTv-diHm2Ws/Tl6KTR4A4dI/AAAAAAAACus/BTd0W6OWQ7s/s400/DSCF0286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647103046589669842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WndP4Js9DZE/Tl6KTKNlzDI/AAAAAAAACuk/y6Pl9gJ1kI8/s1600/DSCF0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WndP4Js9DZE/Tl6KTKNlzDI/AAAAAAAACuk/y6Pl9gJ1kI8/s400/DSCF0279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647103044532685874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mRRBTrGnz2Q/Tl6KTOrCLvI/AAAAAAAACuc/xdOXr6Bvzm8/s1600/DSCF0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mRRBTrGnz2Q/Tl6KTOrCLvI/AAAAAAAACuc/xdOXr6Bvzm8/s400/DSCF0277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647103045729922802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They had to run up this hill, through the sprinklers, roll down the hill, weave through the chairs, crawl under the table run around the house and come back and do it again.  They all had a lot of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VEYOlpbnj0s/Tl6KS7HqsrI/AAAAAAAACuU/SRXgsvSRU4Y/s1600/DSCF0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VEYOlpbnj0s/Tl6KS7HqsrI/AAAAAAAACuU/SRXgsvSRU4Y/s400/DSCF0276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647103040481309362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f4Nl8PO69r0/Tl6KS7OSn9I/AAAAAAAACuM/teAXqt3m2V8/s1600/DSCF0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f4Nl8PO69r0/Tl6KS7OSn9I/AAAAAAAACuM/teAXqt3m2V8/s400/DSCF0275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647103040509091794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-7378144283419799798?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/7378144283419799798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=7378144283419799798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/7378144283419799798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/7378144283419799798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/08/julys-playgroups.html' title='July&apos;s playgroups'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4uQILv23zrY/Tl6KuGz2QwI/AAAAAAAACvU/jQr1wWXaCOU/s72-c/DSCF0305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-7837496302968971888</id><published>2011-08-31T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T12:21:17.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>WJ carnival</title><content type='html'>Our 4th of July weekend was jam packed with lots of fun! We kicked it off with a trip to the West Jordan Carnival.  This was my first time going since I was about 17.  I have now realized that these carnivals are all the same and just travel from city to city. Same rides, same food stands, same creepy people.  Gotta love it.  Owen was a little hesitant to ride on anything, but he was very excited to get his popcorn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0debwCjNQ8M/Tl6IJGiPVFI/AAAAAAAACuE/joYkQhgINrw/s1600/DSCF0206.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/-0debwCjNQ8M/Tl6IJGiPVFI/AAAAAAAACuE/joYkQhgINrw/s400/DSCF0206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647100672723604562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PhT-emVwm2w/Tl6IIxESIsI/AAAAAAAACt8/vTT0exgjBdA/s1600/DSCF0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PhT-emVwm2w/Tl6IIxESIsI/AAAAAAAACt8/vTT0exgjBdA/s400/DSCF0214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647100666960814786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rides took some warming up, but once he got the hang of it, he wanted to ride this shooter airplane over and over.  6 or more times to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NFGSHBPPYxs/Tl6II5qP1BI/AAAAAAAACt0/9sbk8Ko56gM/s1600/DSCF0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NFGSHBPPYxs/Tl6II5qP1BI/AAAAAAAACt0/9sbk8Ko56gM/s400/DSCF0228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647100669267530770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BBBhZBlzk-E/Tl6IInRK-UI/AAAAAAAACts/TTlHSLxE4n0/s1600/DSCF0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BBBhZBlzk-E/Tl6IInRK-UI/AAAAAAAACts/TTlHSLxE4n0/s400/DSCF0231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647100664330516802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KvS3InUFr2A/Tl6IIR_1QOI/AAAAAAAACtk/-kErMymUqdI/s1600/DSCF0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KvS3InUFr2A/Tl6IIR_1QOI/AAAAAAAACtk/-kErMymUqdI/s400/DSCF0236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647100658620645602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WK-534wAqUU/Tl6GZXzZ2KI/AAAAAAAACtc/xjOGbd9JlMg/s1600/DSCF0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WK-534wAqUU/Tl6GZXzZ2KI/AAAAAAAACtc/xjOGbd9JlMg/s400/DSCF0238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647098753213651106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He even rode the roller coaster with his daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-82JaR_fNmpM/Tl6GZHivg3I/AAAAAAAACtU/UtGPtvm7w_A/s1600/DSCF0240.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/-82JaR_fNmpM/Tl6GZHivg3I/AAAAAAAACtU/UtGPtvm7w_A/s400/DSCF0240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647098748848800626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C74O6bUkcDY/Tl6GZMsm2xI/AAAAAAAACtM/jk-KkdrBS6s/s1600/DSCF0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C74O6bUkcDY/Tl6GZMsm2xI/AAAAAAAACtM/jk-KkdrBS6s/s400/DSCF0246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647098750232353554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YEp9cTnY0xM/Tl6GY6SCCUI/AAAAAAAACtE/13EbAa2HjbI/s1600/DSCF0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YEp9cTnY0xM/Tl6GY6SCCUI/AAAAAAAACtE/13EbAa2HjbI/s400/DSCF0250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647098745289050434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Fy7kHPFzsM/Tl6GYFswWeI/AAAAAAAACs8/G_dFeDrZ21M/s1600/DSCF0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Fy7kHPFzsM/Tl6GYFswWeI/AAAAAAAACs8/G_dFeDrZ21M/s400/DSCF0208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647098731174058466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TiagST8tB1I/Tl6E2AiBFDI/AAAAAAAACs0/kFKyCZb3Bt0/s1600/DSCF0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TiagST8tB1I/Tl6E2AiBFDI/AAAAAAAACs0/kFKyCZb3Bt0/s400/DSCF0254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647097046159660082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-soA5DcjXMqA/Tl6E1y7CEzI/AAAAAAAACsk/UBiVYOWp7n0/s1600/DSCF0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-soA5DcjXMqA/Tl6E1y7CEzI/AAAAAAAACsk/UBiVYOWp7n0/s400/DSCF0257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647097042506486578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was such a nice summer night.  The fun really started, though, when Owen's friend Dane got there.  They were SO EXCITED to see each other and even more excited to ride together.  Pretty cute.  Owen got this sword and was in heaven...obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rt7o3ZCZn0A/Tl6E15xQPHI/AAAAAAAACsc/M9kpJk8fRSc/s1600/DSCF0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rt7o3ZCZn0A/Tl6E15xQPHI/AAAAAAAACsc/M9kpJk8fRSc/s400/DSCF0259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647097044344519794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X6URZeuATJU/Tl6E1lEOSqI/AAAAAAAACsU/eUzg-Gg8ykQ/s1600/DSCF0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X6URZeuATJU/Tl6E1lEOSqI/AAAAAAAACsU/eUzg-Gg8ykQ/s400/DSCF0264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647097038786939554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miles thought the sword was pretty awesome, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NYNVEHXsB1E/Tl5_Ozz26kI/AAAAAAAACsM/HbzlamtwfwI/s1600/DSCF0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NYNVEHXsB1E/Tl5_Ozz26kI/AAAAAAAACsM/HbzlamtwfwI/s400/DSCF0265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647090875171793474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m1JehHTaRmA/Tl5_OFbHTnI/AAAAAAAACrs/rNjYrl9cpzg/s1600/DSCF0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m1JehHTaRmA/Tl5_OFbHTnI/AAAAAAAACrs/rNjYrl9cpzg/s400/DSCF0205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647090862719979122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3NnYj8ncdak/Tl5_OojVDNI/AAAAAAAACsE/byThox6Fe6g/s1600/DSCF0272.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/-3NnYj8ncdak/Tl5_OojVDNI/AAAAAAAACsE/byThox6Fe6g/s400/DSCF0272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647090872149675218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-7837496302968971888?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/7837496302968971888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=7837496302968971888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/7837496302968971888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/7837496302968971888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/08/wj-carnival.html' title='WJ carnival'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0debwCjNQ8M/Tl6IJGiPVFI/AAAAAAAACuE/joYkQhgINrw/s72-c/DSCF0206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-868610426371194689</id><published>2011-08-29T23:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T23:32:11.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think he's growin up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took the boys swimming at Grandma Cyndee's with their cousins Avery and Maya. Initially, I got in withboth boys and their floaties. Owen was prerty nervous for me to be too far away, even with water wings and a tube. Miles could only take the pool for so long, so I had to get out. I told Owen to either stay on the steps or hang on the edge if he was still nervous. Before I knew it he was comfortably hopping in and out and floating in the deep end all on his own. It's little moments like these that make me a proud mommy. Wow, he is growing up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-76jjqUNo2vA/TlyD6mGE1hI/AAAAAAAACrk/Yka6NwMkJ_c/IMAG1245.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-868610426371194689?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/868610426371194689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=868610426371194689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/868610426371194689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/868610426371194689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-think-he-growin-up.html' title='I think he&amp;#39;s growin up'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-76jjqUNo2vA/TlyD6mGE1hI/AAAAAAAACrk/Yka6NwMkJ_c/s72-c/IMAG1245.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-4550226396179837537</id><published>2011-08-29T23:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T23:31:53.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous Monday: Costco Carts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another great thing that came with Miles being able to sit up...sitting in a shopping cart! It's the little things that make all the difference. I love taking the boys to Costco and having them sit side by side. They thoroughly enjoy each other and Miles thinks Owen is hilarious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-H6J5Ob_S2Ro/TlyD0ubm6hI/AAAAAAAACrc/XgnobnLyX9o/IMAG0674.png' /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-swFIiJlIDus/TlyD14_LSkI/AAAAAAAACrg/gZRQvAqZoKk/IMAG0673.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-4550226396179837537?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/4550226396179837537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=4550226396179837537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/4550226396179837537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/4550226396179837537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/08/miscellaneous-monday-costco-carts.html' title='Miscellaneous Monday: Costco Carts'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-H6J5Ob_S2Ro/TlyD0ubm6hI/AAAAAAAACrc/XgnobnLyX9o/s72-c/IMAG0674.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-4391415773453079663</id><published>2011-08-15T11:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T11:23:16.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miles'/><title type='text'>Miscellaneous Monday: Miles loves his reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Steve's parents have this huge mirror in their entryway. Miles loves it and loves to play peek-a-boo with himself. It's pretty adorable. &lt;br&gt;Pics taken 3.25.2011&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-G4YX-ncOJKs/TkljPqub4hI/AAAAAAAACjs/n43ZbVNB5mU/IMAG0667.png' /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-CeJdKZ8jm1U/TkljWVMSYeI/AAAAAAAACjw/QDuVlC3dTMM/IMAG0666.png' /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-zVZ1LANKi7E/TklkEkGk2AI/AAAAAAAACj0/NXTHWd3Btzc/IMAG0669.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-4391415773453079663?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/4391415773453079663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=4391415773453079663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/4391415773453079663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/4391415773453079663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/08/miscellaneous-monday-miles-loves-his.html' title='Miscellaneous Monday: Miles loves his reflection'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-G4YX-ncOJKs/TkljPqub4hI/AAAAAAAACjs/n43ZbVNB5mU/s72-c/IMAG0667.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-4929081292589201260</id><published>2011-08-01T11:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T11:44:18.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous Monday: Miles is following in his big brother's footsteps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yay for Blogger getting an app that let's me blog from my phone!! I'm going to try to get randomly caught up with all of my phone pics....there are LOTS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Owen has quite the obsession with Batman, bad guys, and other super heros.&lt;br&gt;It did not take long for Miles to pick up the fact&amp;#160; that these are toys to be coveted. If Owen saw this, he'd probably take the toys away from him, but he happened to be napping this day. It was really cute how he hit the guys together, like he knew exactly how to play.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Photos taken 3.24.2011&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-5KPl71dDL9A/TjbzX0JK2KI/AAAAAAAAChw/3ckWRPTgMJw/IMAG0656.png' /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-EXgtPBBuo1g/TjbzaphHuGI/AAAAAAAACh0/wa49Vh4LlEU/IMAG0654.png' /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-idbTXNqooag/Tjbzf65tirI/AAAAAAAACh8/Oo1j_qFu-gQ/IMAG0661.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-4929081292589201260?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/4929081292589201260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=4929081292589201260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/4929081292589201260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/4929081292589201260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/08/miscellaneous-monday-miles-is-following.html' title='Miscellaneous Monday: Miles is following in his big brother&amp;#39;s footsteps'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-5KPl71dDL9A/TjbzX0JK2KI/AAAAAAAAChw/3ckWRPTgMJw/s72-c/IMAG0656.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-786109035931842579</id><published>2011-08-01T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T10:52:20.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dialogues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Dialogues of a 3 yr old Part 5</title><content type='html'>Owen is obsessed with listening to music on my phone.  He was listening to Lady Gaga's Telephone and he said, "Why's that girl mean?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Owen: Why she doesn't want to talk anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picks up on EVERYTHING.  I guess Lady Gaga is mean, and has bad manners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-786109035931842579?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/786109035931842579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=786109035931842579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/786109035931842579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/786109035931842579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/08/dialogues-of-3-yr-old-part-5.html' title='Dialogues of a 3 yr old Part 5'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-4355208224771455732</id><published>2011-07-25T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T00:13:25.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miles'/><title type='text'>Miles' Birth Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bZJCRg4Fb2w/TjJdgslRHHI/AAAAAAAAChk/WoohiYEHzK8/s1600/IMG_1206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bZJCRg4Fb2w/TjJdgslRHHI/AAAAAAAAChk/WoohiYEHzK8/s400/IMG_1206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634668900098579570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-38PNx8AiQ1s/TjJc96whDCI/AAAAAAAAChc/Z1rWjLPnpxw/s1600/IMG_1209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-38PNx8AiQ1s/TjJc96whDCI/AAAAAAAAChc/Z1rWjLPnpxw/s400/IMG_1209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634668302608436258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GcDAnSDvrxI/TjJcbPdu8DI/AAAAAAAAChU/QnPpaL3z-Uo/s1600/IMG_1207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GcDAnSDvrxI/TjJcbPdu8DI/AAAAAAAAChU/QnPpaL3z-Uo/s400/IMG_1207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634667706871377970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7zECqSruxUs/TjJbjo5O9-I/AAAAAAAAChM/zvnBx882Byk/s1600/IMG_1196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7zECqSruxUs/TjJbjo5O9-I/AAAAAAAAChM/zvnBx882Byk/s400/IMG_1196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634666751624935394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year ago today, our sweet baby boy was born! I can't believe just how fast time flies. Bare with me as I relive the day he was born...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(as written in my journal 7/27/2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 5:30 am with contractions. They were pretty close together, so Steve and I got our things together, packed Pedro and headed to the hospital. Owen had been (and still was) in Bear Lake with his Grandpa Scott and Grandma Cyndee. We couldn't go because I was due anyday (although my actual due date was rthe 24th.) We got admitted when we got to the hospital because I was dilated to a 4 and about 80% efaced. Dr. Barton was the doctor on call. Dr. Terry was in St. George, but flying in soon. I was a little nervous that he wouldn't be the one to deliver me. Well, labor progresses pretty slowly. Eventually, Dr. Barton broke my water and they started me on pitocen by the time I was finally to a 10, Dr. Terry was there! The day was pretty restful with just Steve and I mostly, then my mom and aunt Chayo and Uncle Chemon were there a little bit, too. I was able to take a couple of naps and drink juice throughout the day because of the epidural. When it became time to push, when Dr. Terry got there basically, things went pretty quick, I thought. Dr. Barton and Dr. Terry both delivered my baby-I thought it was impressive how they worked together. Dr. Terry was having me push and he kept saying, "It's going to be a tight squeeze." They were about to use the vaccuum to get him out (after having cut me, I believe) But Miles made it out with me pushing and Dr. Barton pushing down on my uterus. When he came out, Dr. Terry said, "Whoa! That's a big boy!" I held my beautiful Miles, and yes, he was a big boy! But I was in complete shock when they weighed him and he was 9 pounds 2 ounces! I am still surprised something so big came out of me! He looks a lot like Owen did, but chubbier, obviously. He has a big round face and really broad chubby shoulders and arms. He's got a double chin and fat on the back of his neck. I can't help but laugh-it is so cute and so funny. He even has cleavage! He was born at 5:34 pm on 7/25/2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Happy Birthday to a sweet, loving, snuggling, energetic baby boy! We love you Miles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-4355208224771455732?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/4355208224771455732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=4355208224771455732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/4355208224771455732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/4355208224771455732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/07/miles-birth-story.html' title='Miles&apos; Birth Story'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bZJCRg4Fb2w/TjJdgslRHHI/AAAAAAAAChk/WoohiYEHzK8/s72-c/IMG_1206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-1074546068068919562</id><published>2011-07-20T17:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T08:42:17.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miles'/><title type='text'>Miles loves...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;His mommy (and daddy, but let's face it, he's a momma's boy)&lt;br /&gt;Standing&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Sucking on his fingers&lt;br /&gt;Tickling his face with his blankie&lt;br /&gt;Sneeking up the stairs&lt;br /&gt;His big brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Clapping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eating...everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Taking steps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Talking jibberish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sneaking out of seatbelts...in his highchair, stroller, shopping carts. 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UT0ea7ZZPR4/TkmEX-UbUMI/AAAAAAAACkM/2Iq2qsNd_fQ/s400/IMG_3047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641185555658789058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FJAWC8rOazw/TkmEXspHQAI/AAAAAAAACkE/JxMTcx8km3g/s1600/IMG_3046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FJAWC8rOazw/TkmEXspHQAI/AAAAAAAACkE/JxMTcx8km3g/s400/IMG_3046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641185550913716226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dV0BCuRKQhw/TkmEXVtm0dI/AAAAAAAACj8/FkIcwHEMphQ/s1600/IMG_3045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dV0BCuRKQhw/TkmEXVtm0dI/AAAAAAAACj8/FkIcwHEMphQ/s400/IMG_3045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641185544758546898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of year again. The Hanson family reunion in Bear Lake.  We go every year in July, with the exception of last year, because it landed on the week that Miles was due.  We were bummed to miss out, so this year we were super excited to go. We love it there!&lt;br /&gt;Here are the highlights:&lt;br /&gt;1. Owen slept awesome everynight. We brought the portable DVD player and turned on a show and within 10 minutes he was out.  He also snores louder than his uncles and grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Owen is such a social butterfly. I know this sounds bad, but he didn't want to hang with Steve and I at the beach. He much more preferred Steve's cousins Ian, Breanne, Tess, Izzy, Aubrey, and Cece.  They were all so doting and attentive, I don't blame him.  Breanne watched Iron Man with Owen just about everynight on her computer.  Ian took Owen on a Kayak ride.  Izzy, Tess and Aubrey gave Owen loads of candy. (We packed NONE. Miracle right?)  Owen literally made the rounds from canopy to canopy (there 80+ people, so lots of canopies) and was playing with everyone.  It makes me happy that he is not shy.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I Kayaked for my first time and gave a try at paddleboarding.  The kayak is way fun and I could see myself doing that more often.  The paddleboarding was on a windsurfing board and on some really choppy water.  It was tricky getting my balance.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Breakfast.  This is my favorite part of Bear Lake.  Bacon, eggs, hashbrowns.  YUM!&lt;br /&gt;5.  Miles face planting into the air mattress because he was that tired.  Our first night there was a little rough.  His but was in the air and his legs were bent all funny.  He was exhausted, poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Miles sleeping 10 hours the 2nd night we were there.  Awesome. I layed him in the portacrip and he was out until 7:15 the next day. GLORIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;7.  Friendship bracelets.  I saw an adorable tutorial on Dear Lizzy and decided that would be a fun easy craft for my nieces, and Owen, but lets be honest, he wasn't interested.&lt;br /&gt;8.   Steve took Owen and cousin Luke, who is just a little older than O for a ride on the wave runner. Owen had fun, but he said, "I wasn't fun on the runner."  I think he thought it was too fast. He had lots of fun chasing Luke around Brian's yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low Lights:&lt;br /&gt;1. Miles refused to go to sleep the first night. He wasn't even fussy, he just was laughing, clapping, slap happy.  Hard to be mad a an adorable happy baby, though.  Finally, Steve took him in the car and just layed him in the carseat to sleep for 4 hours. Not awesome.&lt;br /&gt;2. The day we got there we set up the tents first thing.  While I watched the kids, Steve, his dad and mom spent 3 hours setting up 4 tents.  When they were finally done, we went to dinner at Le Beau's.  When we returned a storm had come by and collapsed 3 of the 4 tents and left a nice puddle on my air mattress. Nice.  I looked at it and turned around and pretended not to even see it.  I left Steve to deal. I just couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;3.  The WIND!  Luckily, the nights were very calm and allowed us to sleep, but around 12 or so the wind would pick up everyday and IT WAS SO WINDY! Kind of annoying.&lt;br /&gt;4. I dropped my phone on the cement and the face shattered. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully the highlights outweighs the bad and we just love Bear Lake.  Can't wait for next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-2978725588238822228?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/2978725588238822228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=2978725588238822228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/2978725588238822228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/2978725588238822228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/07/bear-lake-2011.html' title='Bear Lake 2011'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vAzzEll0mx4/Tkmb95zFwoI/AAAAAAAACoM/3gj148CE-us/s72-c/IMG_3062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-94726603838782637</id><published>2011-07-19T13:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T18:06:14.983-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen'/><title type='text'>Dialogues of a 3 year old Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lots of random things O has been saying...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I'm not going to be mean to Miles today. I won't take away my toys from him. Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't." (Picture funny smirk and shrugging shoulders)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"When I grow big I'm going to be a daddy, and then Miles will have 2 daddies."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have always explained to O that Miles drinks milk from my body. So Owen calls them "bodies." He told me, "when I get big I'm going to have bodies and then I will feed miles, too."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-94726603838782637?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/94726603838782637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=94726603838782637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/94726603838782637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/94726603838782637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/07/dialogues-of-3-year-old-part-4.html' title='Dialogues of a 3 year old Part 4'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-1590303915995083997</id><published>2011-07-06T10:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T18:52:57.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be back soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, Owen left for his first camping trip with his Grandpa Art and Grandma Lorri. While they do have my trust and confidence, I get anxious with him gone.&amp;#160; I was like this last year when we sent him to Bear Lake with Grandpa Scott and Grandma Cyndee. I am worst case scenario kind of girl. And it doesn't help that all of my favorite shows put the worse case scenarios in my head (criminal minds, the mentalist, 48 hours mystery, etc). But I know he will have a blast. He will laugh, run, get dirty, go fishing, and make great memories.  When I was saying bye he assured me, "I'll be back Soo."&lt;br&gt;Now my dilemma is filling my time. It is amazing what one gets accomplished with only one child and when that child is just a baby (he naps 3x a day!). So I'm hoping to catch up on my work, clean out Owen's closet, and hopefully spice up Owen's room a little bit, too. We shall see...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-1590303915995083997?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/1590303915995083997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=1590303915995083997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/1590303915995083997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/1590303915995083997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-be-back-soon.html' title='I&amp;#39;ll be back soon'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-8143167031031155251</id><published>2011-07-01T00:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T21:30:27.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen'/><title type='text'>Are they racing in my ears?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gyQz03MBHxc/TknyRUSi1dI/AAAAAAAACoU/7vpx1e5pJ4g/s1600/DSCF0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gyQz03MBHxc/TknyRUSi1dI/AAAAAAAACoU/7vpx1e5pJ4g/s400/DSCF0198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641306387576444370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you seen Gnomeo and Juliet? Adorable. I love this movie for a lot of reasons, I won't go into them, but the biggest is the soundtrack. Classic Elton John (with a new song or 2 that I'm not crazy about). I love old school Elton. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, Owen loves it too! He makes me play "the Gnomeo song" a trillion times a day, he even knows how to find it on my phone all by himself. This particular song is actually called&lt;br /&gt;"Saturday Night's alright For Fighting," and it plays while Gnomeo is racing his lawnmower against a mean guy. The first couple times we watched he would run around the house like he was racing. Pretty cute and funny how he would get excited.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight after my run I came in with my headphones. We put then in his ears and turned on his song. His face lit up and he said, " are they racing in my ears?" He then asked me if I listened to his songs. I said, yes. He said, "That's ok, you can listen to my songs." He's even good at sharing music! AND he literally thinks everything is his. Today he told me I couldn't pee in HIS bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;And I should mention that this kid loves music. He sings along with a lot of songs on the radio. Sometimes this is cute and funny, like when he sings, " it was not your fault, but mine. It was your heart on the line...this time, didn't I my dear? Didn't I my dear?" Or "I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart." Other times it is a reminder of how careful I need to be when listening to just any station on the radio, like when he kept singing, "I never wanna die! I never wanna die!" Or "I like it like it, come on, come on!" He picks up on everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-8143167031031155251?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/8143167031031155251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=8143167031031155251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/8143167031031155251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/8143167031031155251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/07/are-they-racing-in-my-ears.html' title='Are they racing in my ears?'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gyQz03MBHxc/TknyRUSi1dI/AAAAAAAACoU/7vpx1e5pJ4g/s72-c/DSCF0198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-239968421776362848</id><published>2011-06-29T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T21:33:27.251-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer 2011'/><title type='text'>Bees Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vHj_gBaPyTk/Tkny9_MTClI/AAAAAAAACos/bZstWLE9kgY/s1600/DSCF0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vHj_gBaPyTk/Tkny9_MTClI/AAAAAAAACos/bZstWLE9kgY/s400/DSCF0178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641307155007212114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WQl8x0PmNhE/Tkny9nsmRFI/AAAAAAAACok/BgYLtxudL0M/s1600/DSCF0177.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/-WQl8x0PmNhE/Tkny9nsmRFI/AAAAAAAACok/BgYLtxudL0M/s400/DSCF0177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641307148700238930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6OxNCuqD_3U/Tkny9nNq9FI/AAAAAAAACoc/lITGSVZpNqU/s1600/DSCF0176.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/-6OxNCuqD_3U/Tkny9nNq9FI/AAAAAAAACoc/lITGSVZpNqU/s400/DSCF0176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641307148570522706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we went to watch the Bees play.  We took Steve's dad along and it was a lot of fun.  It was a beautiful summer night.  Pretty warm, but luckily we were on the first base side so we had our backs to the sun until we were shaded completely.  Miles really enjoyed himself, too.  He loves being outside.  In fact he was so restless we had to leave our seats and go spend some time on the grass so he could just crawl around.  Grandpa treated Owen to a huge ice cream cone.  So huge in fact that he gave up on it and Grandpa ended up finishing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One funny thing. On our way home I was sitting in back with the boys.  I asked Owen if he was tired.  He said "Yeah, I've had a long day."  I think it is so funny when they say things that make them sound like a grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-239968421776362848?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/239968421776362848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=239968421776362848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/239968421776362848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/239968421776362848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/06/bees-game.html' title='Bees Game'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vHj_gBaPyTk/Tkny9_MTClI/AAAAAAAACos/bZstWLE9kgY/s72-c/DSCF0178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-2100033148598636710</id><published>2011-06-27T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T00:11:07.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011 update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miles'/><title type='text'>Summer so far...</title><content type='html'>Finally it feels like summer! We have certainly been enjoying it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had fun in the sun at Abbie's house. The kids played in the sprinklers and slip'n'slide, although my kid was not included. That is, he did not play in those because he thinks he hates water.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjV24ESH6SQ/ThaOhQfnJUI/AAAAAAAACa0/ijIjMjqW7t4/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjV24ESH6SQ/ThaOhQfnJUI/AAAAAAAACa0/ijIjMjqW7t4/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626841486460396866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3duNNct8ugc/ThaOg61j_FI/AAAAAAAACas/SFUwgFCQh8k/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3duNNct8ugc/ThaOg61j_FI/AAAAAAAACas/SFUwgFCQh8k/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626841480646884434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, instead he played with Deacon on this trike, and the balls, and anything else BUT water. I get a little worried because I have so many fun memories of playing in the sprinklers in the summertime, and I think he won't have these. One Sunday night we came home and the sprinklers came on. Owen got the idea to run through the sprinklers then. Steve said, no it's bed time. But I said, OH NO! If he is willing, heck I am going through the sprinklers with him. And we did! It was fun and funny...9 or so at night. But little by little we are going to make him love it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We celebrated my aunt's birthday on a beautiful summer evening. I also was eaten alive by &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCXNBw-3daY/ThapXisbDXI/AAAAAAAACdE/qpvowMpSZeY/s1600/IMG_0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mosquitos. Everytime I get bit on the ankle the swell up. It is awful. On the plus side, we love bbq's at my aunts house. Her yard is huge and the kids love playing in the fountain. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-en9daoCXHVo/ThaTUfwHCEI/AAAAAAAACbU/2H5vD6jjZ_w/s1600/img_0832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-en9daoCXHVo/ThaTUfwHCEI/AAAAAAAACbU/2H5vD6jjZ_w/s400/img_0832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626846764775966786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p0_ae0haNoI/ThaUWyKOx1I/AAAAAAAACbc/wrGb9MmqI5g/s1600/img_0842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p0_ae0haNoI/ThaUWyKOx1I/AAAAAAAACbc/wrGb9MmqI5g/s400/img_0842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626847903588730706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pCA2XU-t61s/ThaRmVvt2JI/AAAAAAAACbM/UivPjXrbw34/s1600/fountainkids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pCA2XU-t61s/ThaRmVvt2JI/AAAAAAAACbM/UivPjXrbw34/s400/fountainkids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626844872304351378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We also celebrated my nieces Gracie's and Kit's birthday at bouncing off the walls. Owen took a little warming up, but after Gramps took him down the slide a couple times he was feeling right at home. Sweet Maya was helping him to stand in line and wait his turn.  Steve took a turn on the slide with Miles, and I think he was more scared than Miles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8nNpa7GB3nc/ThaWpbYkxkI/AAAAAAAACbk/Q7ELOGyjnxI/s1600/slideowengramps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 87px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8nNpa7GB3nc/ThaWpbYkxkI/AAAAAAAACbk/Q7ELOGyjnxI/s400/slideowengramps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626850422915647042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p6JlGcQM484/ThafLLPRpYI/AAAAAAAACcU/Bgl9OVamL_A/s1600/img_0894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p6JlGcQM484/ThafLLPRpYI/AAAAAAAACcU/Bgl9OVamL_A/s400/img_0894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626859798790251906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XRkWVjET5jI/ThaYabMxaZI/AAAAAAAACb0/6xvLxilmAFk/s1600/img_0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XRkWVjET5jI/ThaYabMxaZI/AAAAAAAACb0/6xvLxilmAFk/s400/img_0849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626852364191361426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sZboM5ZQxVs/ThaaZ7B2p9I/AAAAAAAACb8/VyWKiEIEqj4/s1600/img_0886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sZboM5ZQxVs/ThaaZ7B2p9I/AAAAAAAACb8/VyWKiEIEqj4/s400/img_0886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626854554578888658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sDLUEjXcM0A/ThacVHT3I_I/AAAAAAAACcE/oUk1wDJXfXM/s1600/img_0919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sDLUEjXcM0A/ThacVHT3I_I/AAAAAAAACcE/oUk1wDJXfXM/s400/img_0919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626856670999553010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gracie chose a "Hello Kitty" party.  Owen has no clue who or what that is.  We told him what it was and he kept calling it his "Hello" ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHrAGt8cPZQ/ThafKvdog9I/AAAAAAAACcM/m62O7zceVBQ/s1600/img_0927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHrAGt8cPZQ/ThafKvdog9I/AAAAAAAACcM/m62O7zceVBQ/s400/img_0927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626859791334278098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x-7yJwTWQt8/ThaXuyVIHJI/AAAAAAAACbs/Nwm5_Y71nBI/s1600/birthdaygirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x-7yJwTWQt8/ThaXuyVIHJI/AAAAAAAACbs/Nwm5_Y71nBI/s400/birthdaygirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626851614486174866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We got to be guests for a day with some friends at Lifetime. Miles loved splashing in the shallow end, and of course, Owen didn't:(. Either way, fun in the sun was had.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6KTWKMnArzc/ThamFKseKWI/AAAAAAAACcs/oqHxS0fGr7w/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6KTWKMnArzc/ThamFKseKWI/AAAAAAAACcs/oqHxS0fGr7w/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626867392146450786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-saVZRkzHIas/ThamFtrL5ZI/AAAAAAAACc0/k4QGB2O9lq4/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-saVZRkzHIas/ThamFtrL5ZI/AAAAAAAACc0/k4QGB2O9lq4/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626867401536300434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later that day Dane came over. He really wanted to run in the sprinklers. So I set it up along with the picnic table and umbrella. Dane was having the time of his life jumping over the sprinklers. Owen loved playing "bad guys" in the shade. Miles was just happy to be outside.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LxSGyJwL9o8/ThaoRdQemgI/AAAAAAAACc8/1TWSO3fBHmU/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LxSGyJwL9o8/ThaoRdQemgI/AAAAAAAACc8/1TWSO3fBHmU/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626869802310998530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A day or two out of each week Steve has to be at the church for meetings in the evening, so when the weather permits, we will walk over and stop by to say hi. There is a "New to us" playground on the way, so that is also something to look forward to.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCXNBw-3daY/ThapXisbDXI/AAAAAAAACdE/qpvowMpSZeY/s1600/IMG_0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCXNBw-3daY/ThapXisbDXI/AAAAAAAACdE/qpvowMpSZeY/s400/IMG_0326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626871006361226610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BW0fuyGHiU4/Thasc3WPg8I/AAAAAAAACdk/u5F5KhQ0SSc/s1600/IMG_0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BW0fuyGHiU4/Thasc3WPg8I/AAAAAAAACdk/u5F5KhQ0SSc/s400/IMG_0318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626874396339569602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE19UYWJLRA/ThaqHKiu-9I/AAAAAAAACdM/u3zboJ-IE5k/s1600/IMG_0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rE19UYWJLRA/ThaqHKiu-9I/AAAAAAAACdM/u3zboJ-IE5k/s400/IMG_0327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626871824511859666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lMXwe_v7oK8/TharL2F-uEI/AAAAAAAACdU/_6-calO3I_0/s1600/IMG_0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lMXwe_v7oK8/TharL2F-uEI/AAAAAAAACdU/_6-calO3I_0/s400/IMG_0330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626873004433520706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longest post ever? Probably....Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-2100033148598636710?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/2100033148598636710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=2100033148598636710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/2100033148598636710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/2100033148598636710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-so-far.html' title='Summer so far...'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjV24ESH6SQ/ThaOhQfnJUI/AAAAAAAACa0/ijIjMjqW7t4/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-8582464090177955139</id><published>2011-06-25T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T18:49:00.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miles'/><title type='text'>The day Steve broke his nose</title><content type='html'>This post actually has nothing to do about Steve's nose, but it really happened on this day.  He broke his nose playing flag football.  Only Steve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FCVOGrtzGzE/Tkn8t1n4KaI/AAAAAAAACrE/5IMNeZzJKGQ/s1600/DSCF0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FCVOGrtzGzE/Tkn8t1n4KaI/AAAAAAAACrE/5IMNeZzJKGQ/s400/DSCF0164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641317872676907426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steve was invited to play in a golf tournament with some coworkers at the homestead, so we made an overnight trip of it.  We started with dinner at Loco Lizard.  THE BOMB.  I had ceviche and fish tacos.  So delicious. Owen took this picture of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FCVOGrtzGzE/Tkn8t1n4KaI/AAAAAAAACrE/5IMNeZzJKGQ/s1600/DSCF0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fhQOZvlKvk8/Tkn8tz_39aI/AAAAAAAACq8/KxcKPqBcRqc/s1600/DSCF0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fhQOZvlKvk8/Tkn8tz_39aI/AAAAAAAACq8/KxcKPqBcRqc/s400/DSCF0160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641317872240686498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MikYBbgHoUc/Tkn8tumZrYI/AAAAAAAACq0/DyYb2fmisUs/s1600/DSCF0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MikYBbgHoUc/Tkn8tumZrYI/AAAAAAAACq0/DyYb2fmisUs/s400/DSCF0162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641317870791667074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GweY-olWfjo/Tkn8ttMl-_I/AAAAAAAACqs/WG8rU2ccoe0/s1600/DSCF0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GweY-olWfjo/Tkn8ttMl-_I/AAAAAAAACqs/WG8rU2ccoe0/s400/DSCF0168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641317870414986226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1IojiphkMcc/Tkn8tcz3jZI/AAAAAAAACqk/Qd2CuwebxFU/s1600/DSCF0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1IojiphkMcc/Tkn8tcz3jZI/AAAAAAAACqk/Qd2CuwebxFU/s400/DSCF0169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641317866016312722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After dinner we headed to Main Street Park City.  It was a beautiful night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VRZxK-cHpQI/Tkn68HoN76I/AAAAAAAACqc/ci8AbaqNUn8/s1600/IMG_2280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VRZxK-cHpQI/Tkn68HoN76I/AAAAAAAACqc/ci8AbaqNUn8/s400/IMG_2280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641315919005085602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That night happened to be some big event for the entire Main Street, something like the world's largest dining table or something like that.  It was so cool to see. Every restaurant took it outside and set up tables and things right in the middle of the street.  A lot went all out to create ambiance and atmosphere.  If only we hadn't just eaten at Loco Lizard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nnZwkzwuk-A/Tkn67-jxj5I/AAAAAAAACqU/7O7LnWiYgrY/s1600/IMG_2285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nnZwkzwuk-A/Tkn67-jxj5I/AAAAAAAACqU/7O7LnWiYgrY/s400/IMG_2285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641315916570529682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my favorites, a makeshift pergola out of aspens. So pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h8lIOT4SROA/Tkn67Y9UTrI/AAAAAAAACqM/3hC93_iuVbs/s1600/IMG_2288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h8lIOT4SROA/Tkn67Y9UTrI/AAAAAAAACqM/3hC93_iuVbs/s400/IMG_2288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641315906477117106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a bar/lounge that had set up an area, keeping it intimate with this trio who happened to be playing Lady Gaga.  I love that kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0TUTRzC6Rcg/Tkn5ML8kGzI/AAAAAAAACqE/n0_YktP-VK4/s1600/IMG_2295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0TUTRzC6Rcg/Tkn5ML8kGzI/AAAAAAAACqE/n0_YktP-VK4/s400/IMG_2295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641313996018817842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The reason we were on main street was to head to the Sky Lodge.  The people who put on the tournament rent the penthouse and throw a big party/poker tournament.  We popped in for just a bit.  Here is Steve chatting with his coworkers Bob and John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8atJSHasO_c/Tkn5LumkbMI/AAAAAAAACp8/JVUooWjG_p8/s1600/IMG_2303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8atJSHasO_c/Tkn5LumkbMI/AAAAAAAACp8/JVUooWjG_p8/s400/IMG_2303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641313988141935810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View from the penthouse.  There were 4 or more live bands all down Main Street.  You would think they would interfere with eachother, but they didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4-S0L__f1HE/Tkn5LSEVZrI/AAAAAAAACp0/A3CSE2NBpb4/s1600/IMG_2306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4-S0L__f1HE/Tkn5LSEVZrI/AAAAAAAACp0/A3CSE2NBpb4/s400/IMG_2306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641313980482152114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen and Miles Loved splashing in the hottub.  There were kids there, but like 10 and older.  Owen kept asking, where are the kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ml6T9tCj6gU/Tkn34dJJVhI/AAAAAAAACps/CW9fYp8YgtU/s1600/IMG_2309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ml6T9tCj6gU/Tkn34dJJVhI/AAAAAAAACps/CW9fYp8YgtU/s400/IMG_2309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641312557525980690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We brought my mom along because one of the people in charge of the tournament is actually a Doctor she works with in the ER. Small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6hdm2s3O2Q0/Tkn333DlnLI/AAAAAAAACpk/kfi2Lyg8D10/s1600/IMG_2311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6hdm2s3O2Q0/Tkn333DlnLI/AAAAAAAACpk/kfi2Lyg8D10/s400/IMG_2311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641312547302120626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hy8Y-dyDy-A/Tkn1eOVh8hI/AAAAAAAACpc/Gj3nHtW1EWY/s1600/IMG_2315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hy8Y-dyDy-A/Tkn1eOVh8hI/AAAAAAAACpc/Gj3nHtW1EWY/s400/IMG_2315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641309907851538962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, Owen loved the live music and was dancing like a lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;That night was rough to say the least.  Miles would not go to sleep and SCREAMED if we laid him in the portacrib.  Since my mom was in the hotel with us, Steve, Miles and I left around 3 or 4 and went to the golf course where Steve was playing the tournament.  Miles fell asleep on the way and we slept in the car until Steve had to go.  Miles and I went back to the hotel where he slept for another half hour or so.  NIGHTMARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I packed up, checked out and headed to Park Silly, which is like a farmers market for Park City on Main Street. It was a fun time.  Owen got a balloon laser gun, an artist gave him a free book mark and he got a shave ice.  He was loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqR-oD21nRI/Tkn1dbiK1aI/AAAAAAAACpM/zPVGG9rk3-E/s1600/IMG_2318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqR-oD21nRI/Tkn1dbiK1aI/AAAAAAAACpM/zPVGG9rk3-E/s400/IMG_2318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641309894214342050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X1vT4Q8n6DQ/Tkn0SVvwcgI/AAAAAAAACpE/2EG11H1RDKM/s1600/IMG_2319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X1vT4Q8n6DQ/Tkn0SVvwcgI/AAAAAAAACpE/2EG11H1RDKM/s400/IMG_2319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641308604170531330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miles in an adorable hat I was too cheap to buy. Lets face it, he wont keep it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_0UHdwORok/Tkn0SDUh1OI/AAAAAAAACo8/9iyNt386jSE/s1600/IMG_2321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_0UHdwORok/Tkn0SDUh1OI/AAAAAAAACo8/9iyNt386jSE/s400/IMG_2321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641308599224489186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JXbYowx-fvM/Tkn0RhZzwiI/AAAAAAAACo0/bM8CASyX5Zs/s1600/IMG_2322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JXbYowx-fvM/Tkn0RhZzwiI/AAAAAAAACo0/bM8CASyX5Zs/s400/IMG_2322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641308590119830050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-8582464090177955139?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/8582464090177955139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=8582464090177955139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/8582464090177955139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/8582464090177955139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-steve-broke-his-nose.html' title='The day Steve broke his nose'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FCVOGrtzGzE/Tkn8t1n4KaI/AAAAAAAACrE/5IMNeZzJKGQ/s72-c/DSCF0164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-2144356059156146657</id><published>2011-06-18T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T18:49:36.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Blake and Emily get MARRIED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wpxGMZDsGf0/Tjeb2g0PpgI/AAAAAAAACjk/vsL2J2K0-u0/s1600/IMG_1710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wpxGMZDsGf0/Tjeb2g0PpgI/AAAAAAAACjk/vsL2J2K0-u0/s400/IMG_1710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636144819501770242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June Steve's cousin Blake got married.  We first met Emily last fall in California when we went to the beach and got to know her a little bit.  I must say, we loved her from the start! She is such a fun girl and a great match for Blake.  Steve and Blake are only 6 months apart.  They grew up in the same neighborhood, went to the same schools and hung out with the same friends.  I guess you could say they are close cousins:).  We were thrilled to celebrate Blake settling down and finding a girl as great as Emily.  They got married in an intimate ceremony in Emigration Canyon and the following week they had a "Party" rather than a formal reception.  They had Joe Morley's cater, along with music and dancing.  We had a fun night with the whole family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QjrcTPfrDwo/TjeZ-raPYcI/AAAAAAAACjc/5WdNTyD2G5U/s1600/IMG_1700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QjrcTPfrDwo/TjeZ-raPYcI/AAAAAAAACjc/5WdNTyD2G5U/s400/IMG_1700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636142760761188802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Grandma Seare. She beams with pride for her grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HxVxcTs1098/TjeZJPmLIFI/AAAAAAAACjE/L91U8ieQVEQ/s1600/IMG_1719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HxVxcTs1098/TjeZJPmLIFI/AAAAAAAACjE/L91U8ieQVEQ/s400/IMG_1719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636141842761982034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the most part, it was the kids loving the dancing.  Owen was no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYtetSmSAqU/TjeY1a6yB1I/AAAAAAAACi8/lMJ015LFZpE/s1600/IMG_1727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYtetSmSAqU/TjeY1a6yB1I/AAAAAAAACi8/lMJ015LFZpE/s400/IMG_1727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636141502203823954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kid has some crazy moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J_aHxVGYji8/TjeYk03pETI/AAAAAAAACi0/d4PvDxXeKUY/s1600/IMG_1729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J_aHxVGYji8/TjeYk03pETI/AAAAAAAACi0/d4PvDxXeKUY/s400/IMG_1729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636141217112199474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yHmInRBJEQY/TjeYW9EKYjI/AAAAAAAACis/9HOn5T_GLnM/s1600/IMG_1731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yHmInRBJEQY/TjeYW9EKYjI/AAAAAAAACis/9HOn5T_GLnM/s400/IMG_1731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636140978794029618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iHAP0wIg8N8/TjeX4ub1VfI/AAAAAAAACik/xoSYQXVByag/s1600/IMG_1733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iHAP0wIg8N8/TjeX4ub1VfI/AAAAAAAACik/xoSYQXVByag/s400/IMG_1733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636140459470706162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These girls were cracking me up.  They were dancing away and doing lifts together.  Pretty good for ages 4 and 6!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xow77KSLVXw/TjeXotx9KaI/AAAAAAAACic/Fx4hOVfrJcc/s1600/IMG_1735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xow77KSLVXw/TjeXotx9KaI/AAAAAAAACic/Fx4hOVfrJcc/s400/IMG_1735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636140184417151394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2r3_7hcULg/TjeXWccU5OI/AAAAAAAACiU/QbL-zawMpt4/s1600/IMG_1739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2r3_7hcULg/TjeXWccU5OI/AAAAAAAACiU/QbL-zawMpt4/s400/IMG_1739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636139870525383906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QN8zFAR8byk/TjeXFKZZrDI/AAAAAAAACiM/kvxWvzsBJi8/s1600/IMG_1745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QN8zFAR8byk/TjeXFKZZrDI/AAAAAAAACiM/kvxWvzsBJi8/s400/IMG_1745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636139573623499826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys hanging with Grandma Cyndee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fav32HGm0_I/TjeTIdNuKYI/AAAAAAAACiE/lTXMD2LbhJ4/s1600/IMG_1695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fav32HGm0_I/TjeTIdNuKYI/AAAAAAAACiE/lTXMD2LbhJ4/s400/IMG_1695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636135232167881090" 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/9159349984148267710-2144356059156146657?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/2144356059156146657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=2144356059156146657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/2144356059156146657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/2144356059156146657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/08/blake-and-emily-get-married.html' title='Blake and Emily get MARRIED!'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wpxGMZDsGf0/Tjeb2g0PpgI/AAAAAAAACjk/vsL2J2K0-u0/s72-c/IMG_1710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-755790013459288104</id><published>2011-06-17T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T18:50:09.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playgroup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miles'/><title type='text'>Farm Country</title><content type='html'>We took a trip to farm country back in mid-June.  Although, its not really a trip, since it is in Lehi, Thanksgiving Point, that is.  I had never been and I loved it!  I have to say, one of the best parts of being a mom is experiencing things for the first time with your child.  Owen loved it.  We went with the neighborhood playgroup and had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9_CX3cX-wxE/TjJUcRPoxII/AAAAAAAACg8/mPlZymW2t5Y/s1600/img_1655a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9_CX3cX-wxE/TjJUcRPoxII/AAAAAAAACg8/mPlZymW2t5Y/s400/img_1655a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634658928435971202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pictured: Jordan, Logan, Landon, Owen and Will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aqxNsPjbYzk/TjJS6Q9kPLI/AAAAAAAACg0/lNYp6IdcTqE/s1600/img_1658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aqxNsPjbYzk/TjJS6Q9kPLI/AAAAAAAACg0/lNYp6IdcTqE/s400/img_1658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634657244732996786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l6ZgW6buZUQ/TjJZAz-lUNI/AAAAAAAAChE/Jo_Es0_5dEY/s1600/img_1682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l6ZgW6buZUQ/TjJZAz-lUNI/AAAAAAAAChE/Jo_Es0_5dEY/s400/img_1682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634663954281484498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day we were there was "dairy day" and Meadow Gold was there with several different stations: some were games, like knock over the milk cans, race around the tree, and then they had booths for homemade butter and ice cream.  The ice cream was SO GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQJ_98TGcXg/TjJOHgK7nYI/AAAAAAAACgk/7W0Z3GIuA5Y/s1600/img_1665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQJ_98TGcXg/TjJOHgK7nYI/AAAAAAAACgk/7W0Z3GIuA5Y/s400/img_1665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634651974595747202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///H:/MY%20PICS/2011/farm%20country/img_1662.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4063YH_ZkbQ/TjJNbf6lQ-I/AAAAAAAACgc/Zrn06UrS_q0/s1600/img_1673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4063YH_ZkbQ/TjJNbf6lQ-I/AAAAAAAACgc/Zrn06UrS_q0/s400/img_1673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634651218612929506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen went on his first ever pony ride!  At first he was not going to go, so I was just going to hold Mile's on the pony, but last minute Owen got the courage and decided if his buddies could do it, so could he.  He loved it, he was saying "Yeehaw!"  He was beaming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NC9n9_hSjvs/TjJGC5SLfqI/AAAAAAAACgU/49SMfXjcJFc/s1600/img_1677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NC9n9_hSjvs/TjJGC5SLfqI/AAAAAAAACgU/49SMfXjcJFc/s400/img_1677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634643099344666274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GA7AbeEgOFM/TjJFATjDPAI/AAAAAAAACgM/Ykje_NwShHc/s1600/img_1680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GA7AbeEgOFM/TjJFATjDPAI/AAAAAAAACgM/Ykje_NwShHc/s400/img_1680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634641955343514626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is actually a lot to do there.  When I initially heard of this place I thought, "a petting zoo. That will entertain us for a good half hour."  I think we were there for 2 hours and probably could have stayed longer.  There is an indoor space (air conditioned) that O loved playing with tractors, tunnels, and other cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jBwp4fSF-DE/TjJD1MLQCSI/AAAAAAAACgE/rUiZ0ZLZQxA/s1600/img_1684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jBwp4fSF-DE/TjJD1MLQCSI/AAAAAAAACgE/rUiZ0ZLZQxA/s400/img_1684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634640664874453282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_4mRbbM0jzo/TjJCfQvnZwI/AAAAAAAACf8/0Ngp0AFeOoI/s1600/img_1688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_4mRbbM0jzo/TjJCfQvnZwI/AAAAAAAACf8/0Ngp0AFeOoI/s400/img_1688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634639188631971586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miles spent most of our visit chilling in the stroller and snacking.  We took a wagon ride pulled by clydesdale horses, but I didn't take any photos then.  That was the only time I was actually holding Miles, and I really needed all hands on deck.  We sat in the very front and Miles held onto the bars and was loving it and talking to the driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42pUmPeIXuk/TjJBuGhbI-I/AAAAAAAACf0/o4F6lFr9ZE8/s1600/img_1690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42pUmPeIXuk/TjJBuGhbI-I/AAAAAAAACf0/o4F6lFr9ZE8/s400/img_1690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634638344074503138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGj8RVYnsUg/TjJBNN8y_oI/AAAAAAAACfs/f0jBUOuMJts/s1600/img_1693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGj8RVYnsUg/TjJBNN8y_oI/AAAAAAAACfs/f0jBUOuMJts/s400/img_1693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634637779132677762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is one Clydesdale.  I don't remember his name, but he stuck his head out of his pen and was nuzzling me.  I am not necessarily an animal "Lover" but I think horses are amazing creatures.  This horse was no exception.  He kept moving his head, like to say scratch me little more here, now here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-755790013459288104?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/755790013459288104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=755790013459288104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/755790013459288104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/755790013459288104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/07/farm-country.html' title='Farm Country'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9_CX3cX-wxE/TjJUcRPoxII/AAAAAAAACg8/mPlZymW2t5Y/s72-c/img_1655a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-3405568817719156478</id><published>2011-06-10T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T21:55:56.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>One of those days</title><content type='html'>The sun was shining and we had lots to do! We ran errands. We bought  vegetable starters. We planted them in my mom's backyard. Owen helped me  fill the holes with water. Miles loved playing in the exersaucer  outside. I dropped off treats to my visiting teaching girls. We went and  took pictures of my nieces at Daybreak Lake. We came home and I mowed  the lawn. I was feeling all warm and fuzzy because Steve was spending  his Friday night helping the neighbors lay sod. Owen and I watered all  the bushes and flowers. Miles was taking an extra long nap due to all of  the earlier activities. The day felt especially colorful and perfect.  The night ended with Owen and Steve "camping out" in a tent in Owen's  room. I was writing the easiest talk I have ever written on "baptism." I  am beaming. It was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kEzHyUg2yRI/ThaNOiyT8xI/AAAAAAAACak/Sz8Tm3MpiVE/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kEzHyUg2yRI/ThaNOiyT8xI/AAAAAAAACak/Sz8Tm3MpiVE/s400/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626840065441526546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G-TChctdVOI/ThaNN06ZgHI/AAAAAAAACac/018UCO0RGRs/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G-TChctdVOI/ThaNN06ZgHI/AAAAAAAACac/018UCO0RGRs/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626840053127413874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1CILQwsByMM/ThaNNRvt_9I/AAAAAAAACaU/1UvccJBEbjo/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1CILQwsByMM/ThaNNRvt_9I/AAAAAAAACaU/1UvccJBEbjo/s400/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626840043687378898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YOjGg_g9B-M/ThaNMyiUWdI/AAAAAAAACaM/jOzRXJqhhPM/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YOjGg_g9B-M/ThaNMyiUWdI/AAAAAAAACaM/jOzRXJqhhPM/s400/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626840035309672914" 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/9159349984148267710-3405568817719156478?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/3405568817719156478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=3405568817719156478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/3405568817719156478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/3405568817719156478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kEzHyUg2yRI/ThaNOiyT8xI/AAAAAAAACak/Sz8Tm3MpiVE/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-372357671500371682</id><published>2011-06-01T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T22:08:03.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dialogues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen'/><title type='text'>Dialogues of a 3 Year Old, Part 3</title><content type='html'>I was editing of a session of a couple of senior girls on my computer.  We went downtown and shot in some alleys with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;graffiti&lt;/span&gt;.  Owen saw a picture of the girl standing in front of a wall with a huge bear's face growling.&lt;br /&gt;Owen: What's that monster doing?&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's a bear, he's growling. It's not a real bear, its a painting of a bear.&lt;br /&gt;Owen: Who painted that wall?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, I don't know. Some man.&lt;br /&gt;O: Maybe the foolish man did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone had quite the fascination with the foolish man and the wise man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new &lt;a href="http://www.shabbyapple.com/p-955-gondola.aspx"&gt;dress!&lt;/a&gt; I brought it home and tried it on.  It was just me and Owen, so he had to help me zip it up.  When I stood up to check it out in front of the mirror Owen asked me, "Are you going to spin around?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You have beautiful eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Owen: I'm not a girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve: You are a studmuffin.&lt;br /&gt;Owen: Don't say that! That is a bad word.&lt;br /&gt;(a few days later)&lt;br /&gt;Steve was harrassing Owen or something...&lt;br /&gt;Owen: Stupid dad! You studmuffin!&lt;br /&gt;(for the record, I do NOT condone the use of Stupid, but for the sake of this I had to keep in context)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-372357671500371682?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/372357671500371682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=372357671500371682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/372357671500371682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/372357671500371682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/06/dialogues-of-3-year-old-part-3.html' title='Dialogues of a 3 Year Old, Part 3'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-3469285223245141069</id><published>2011-05-30T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T00:07:49.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angie'/><title type='text'>I want to go to there:</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you, but I am in desperate need of a vacation! I am counting down the days to Bear Lake this summer and then California in the fall Woohooooooooooooooooo! When I get antsy for a getaway I think about all the awesome places I want to see in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Salvation Mountain&lt;br /&gt;I just recently heard about this man made attraction.  Think sculpture on a super duper large scale...more like installation to the umpteenth level. I've got to see this place. I am fascinated. It makes me think of the movie Toys. Unreal. Image &lt;a href="http://www.roadsideamerica.com/story/17476"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nuAk10qU1u0/TeSSvTtwSqI/AAAAAAAACYw/_sVbelF_81Y/s1600/CANILsalvation14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nuAk10qU1u0/TeSSvTtwSqI/AAAAAAAACYw/_sVbelF_81Y/s400/CANILsalvation14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612772377054169762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Wizarding World of Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;Steve would say I am a nerd, so my plan is to brainwash my boys (shouldn't be TOO hard because, duh, it's awesome) and then we will HAVE to go there. The boys would LOVE it. Or I would. This place looks awesome. Image &lt;a href="http://blog.orlandominivacations.com/Blog/bid/24723/Photo-Update-Wizarding-World-of-Harry-Potter-March-2010"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--rvNsg1hdkA/TeSSvkj5LwI/AAAAAAAACY4/RDKwuA1jpUM/s1600/hogwarts_castle_universal_studios_wizarding_world_harry_potter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--rvNsg1hdkA/TeSSvkj5LwI/AAAAAAAACY4/RDKwuA1jpUM/s400/hogwarts_castle_universal_studios_wizarding_world_harry_potter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612772381576212226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Grand Tetons&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a huge camper, would like to be, but for me, its a little too hard with kids. When I see images of this place I want to see it in person. My favorite images of the Grand Tetons are those by Ansel Adams, such as this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R2DVfkuShE/TeSSvLhSFNI/AAAAAAAACYo/k8Gh7fKkzGY/s1600/20050425110750%2521Adams_The_Tetons_and_the_Snake_River.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R2DVfkuShE/TeSSvLhSFNI/AAAAAAAACYo/k8Gh7fKkzGY/s400/20050425110750%2521Adams_The_Tetons_and_the_Snake_River.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612772374854374610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for indulging me my daydream....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-3469285223245141069?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/3469285223245141069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=3469285223245141069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/3469285223245141069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/3469285223245141069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-want-to-go-to-there.html' title='I want to go to there:'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nuAk10qU1u0/TeSSvTtwSqI/AAAAAAAACYw/_sVbelF_81Y/s72-c/CANILsalvation14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-6468924788817692001</id><published>2011-05-27T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T13:10:36.637-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen'/><title type='text'>Zoo Day!</title><content type='html'>On probably the only actual spring day in April, we went to the Zoo.  It was fun to get out and let Owen explore with his cousins in tow.  Here is Owen and his best gorilla face, and how he measures up.  When we were looking at the gorilla down by the glass there were a lot of kids tapping on the window.  As we walked away the gorilla went NUTS! It started pounding on the windows and running back and forth.  I never even knew that could happen.  It was a little bit exciting (otherwise I think the zoo is a little bit lame). Luckily Owen didn't really catch the commotion, but there was a mom and her little girl in there and the little girl could not be consoled. I felt really bad for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vf1A12ZMgbQ/TeAC9mcWqyI/AAAAAAAACWY/iieZkoZqpVo/s1600/gorrilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vf1A12ZMgbQ/TeAC9mcWqyI/AAAAAAAACWY/iieZkoZqpVo/s400/gorrilla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611488393018387234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen and Jassy: the quintessential best frenemies.  They love to play, but love to fight.  On a different occasion we were visiting my aunt and I told Owen it was time to go.  Jassy kept holding his hand and he kept saying, "but I have to go!" while pulling his hand away.  And her reply was, "But your my best friend!" Ha. I love those kids. And I love that they were holding hands at the zoo. Adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RaTzdCWXiBw/TeABEkYB3GI/AAAAAAAACWI/AHPzEYCIjdY/s1600/jassnowen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RaTzdCWXiBw/TeABEkYB3GI/AAAAAAAACWI/AHPzEYCIjdY/s400/jassnowen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611486313699204194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen, Jassy and Hadley. Loving the lion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pUYNGE7kEGM/TeAAlO9rLtI/AAAAAAAACWA/IQuCib3l2q4/s1600/IMG_8297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pUYNGE7kEGM/TeAAlO9rLtI/AAAAAAAACWA/IQuCib3l2q4/s400/IMG_8297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611485775375576786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bY91ZUhzsiM/TeAAYv40UjI/AAAAAAAACV4/Ofufvw6dyh0/s1600/gorrilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iOFnmf1XUUo/TeAAEQ76JZI/AAAAAAAACVw/0MUkNijylXw/s1600/fountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iOFnmf1XUUo/TeAAEQ76JZI/AAAAAAAACVw/0MUkNijylXw/s400/fountain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611485208969356690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tdqLRCejwoY/TeACscUmIfI/AAAAAAAACWQ/sP4y58cn2HU/s1600/IMG_8324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tdqLRCejwoY/TeACscUmIfI/AAAAAAAACWQ/sP4y58cn2HU/s400/IMG_8324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611488098243715570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you love that I went to the zoo and have not one picture of any animals? Ha. Kinda funny, just not my style. I did get some with the giraffe, but they didn't make the cut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-6468924788817692001?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/6468924788817692001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=6468924788817692001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/6468924788817692001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/6468924788817692001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/05/zoo-day.html' title='Zoo Day!'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vf1A12ZMgbQ/TeAC9mcWqyI/AAAAAAAACWY/iieZkoZqpVo/s72-c/gorrilla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-1646357318010870498</id><published>2011-05-14T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T18:51:00.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><title type='text'>Shhh....It's a Surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pPtzgZrLhjw/Thc_tgaDHcI/AAAAAAAACfE/I00BCDjFxto/s1600/IMG_9651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pPtzgZrLhjw/Thc_tgaDHcI/AAAAAAAACfE/I00BCDjFxto/s400/IMG_9651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627036310448577986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HeWSotuv8Xs/Thc8yYzmTII/AAAAAAAACec/A8PT_oGij7s/s1600/IMG_9650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HeWSotuv8Xs/Thc8yYzmTII/AAAAAAAACec/A8PT_oGij7s/s400/IMG_9650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627033095772720258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1yGIBv5PAeM/Thc8Lwl3WcI/AAAAAAAACeU/1JgLoABwvTI/s1600/IMG_9647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1yGIBv5PAeM/Thc8Lwl3WcI/AAAAAAAACeU/1JgLoABwvTI/s400/IMG_9647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627032432142670274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4XG1l-jSi0A/Thc73C9y8KI/AAAAAAAACeM/p7-AzcwdB9k/s1600/IMG_9645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4XG1l-jSi0A/Thc73C9y8KI/AAAAAAAACeM/p7-AzcwdB9k/s400/IMG_9645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627032076297629858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pwDFls7mdc4/Thc9MOhFbEI/AAAAAAAACek/VVwfXWFjHxw/s1600/IMG_9653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pwDFls7mdc4/Thc9MOhFbEI/AAAAAAAACek/VVwfXWFjHxw/s400/IMG_9653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627033539687312450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7M35hd20NUI/Thc-F_083hI/AAAAAAAACes/s1SKUiLygd0/s1600/IMG_9655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7M35hd20NUI/Thc-F_083hI/AAAAAAAACes/s1SKUiLygd0/s400/IMG_9655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627034532176518674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qpYs-3WMGYA/Thc_MWfpkWI/AAAAAAAACe8/_77fUXDGzvk/s1600/IMG_9665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qpYs-3WMGYA/Thc_MWfpkWI/AAAAAAAACe8/_77fUXDGzvk/s400/IMG_9665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627035740852031842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ck7s6lqJwD4/ThdBDwLOAAI/AAAAAAAACfU/esOh9GZs1t0/s1600/IMG_9667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ck7s6lqJwD4/ThdBDwLOAAI/AAAAAAAACfU/esOh9GZs1t0/s400/IMG_9667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627037792150093826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0W60hfqhouc/Thc-orCpHxI/AAAAAAAACe0/rdkLrglPTY4/s1600/IMG_9664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0W60hfqhouc/Thc-orCpHxI/AAAAAAAACe0/rdkLrglPTY4/s400/IMG_9664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627035127892221714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kmvCrHntirI/ThvLIfTQJTI/AAAAAAAACfc/KxwCEcn7Hd4/s1600/IMG_9673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kmvCrHntirI/ThvLIfTQJTI/AAAAAAAACfc/KxwCEcn7Hd4/s400/IMG_9673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628315506031207730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We celebrated 50 years of my mom's life!  I started planning in March for her birthday in May.  I decided a surprise was definitely in order.  I had in my mind an idea for what I wanted to do, so little by little I got it all together.  I wanted to keep it colorful, fun and summery, so I avoided the black/grey/silver cliches.  My aunts were a big help with most of the food: Chile Colorado (my mom's favorite, and one of mine), chile con queso, Abby's rice: I don't know what this dish is technically called, but it is the bomb. Rice mixed with sour cream and corn topped with chiles and cheese. DELISH. Chips, salsa, quac, and lets not forget my mom's other fave: WINE. haha. I was left with desserts and punch. I had invited the family of course, but also a lot of friends and co-workers.  Unfortunately, not many could make it, but we had a good handful.  Also, this was in the middle of May.  My aunt has an awesome backyard and I was so excited to do it outside, but of course, it was raining.  Either way it was fun.   My mom is really awesome. She is always giving of her time and talents.  She is an awesome "Kika" to my boys, and they adore her.  She is fun and active and fun to be around.  If anyone deserves a celebration, it is her.  For her gift I made her a book, which I will have to post pictures of later, but it was a fun project for me.  I little by little got learn about my mother's child hood, teen years and into adulthood.  Some things I learned: my mom's grandmother, brother, and father all died in the same year (1970) My mother lived in a convent for a while.  My mom was a daddy's girl, possibly the favorite (shhh).  My mom moved to the States kind of on a whim.  She had come to visit her sister and decided not to go home.  One of her fist jobs was selling encyclopedias, and (so she says) everyone was jealous of her.  Ha! That really made me laugh.  My grandma traded their home with someone in the city (after my grandpa had passed away).  She changed her mind and was able to trade back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she may have been tipped off in the end, but oh well, it was fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-1646357318010870498?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/1646357318010870498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=1646357318010870498' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/1646357318010870498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/1646357318010870498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/07/shhhits-surprise.html' title='Shhh....It&apos;s a Surprise!'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pPtzgZrLhjw/Thc_tgaDHcI/AAAAAAAACfE/I00BCDjFxto/s72-c/IMG_9651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-7147440683132777868</id><published>2011-05-13T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T10:16:21.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family outings'/><title type='text'>A Picnic in the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YzOflTvUdzw/ThcwTCptEhI/AAAAAAAACeE/dheGE1jDkrE/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YzOflTvUdzw/ThcwTCptEhI/AAAAAAAACeE/dheGE1jDkrE/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627019363110162962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ApLZCvtYECw/ThcwSrOKj1I/AAAAAAAACd8/94TzxmgqUaE/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ApLZCvtYECw/ThcwSrOKj1I/AAAAAAAACd8/94TzxmgqUaE/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627019356820639570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qo70w516bU4/ThcwSTsJMTI/AAAAAAAACd0/ZJslFyY5wXg/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qo70w516bU4/ThcwSTsJMTI/AAAAAAAACd0/ZJslFyY5wXg/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627019350503928114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gWcgCqlyxYU/ThcwSL-phXI/AAAAAAAACds/uV-1AioyufQ/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gWcgCqlyxYU/ThcwSL-phXI/AAAAAAAACds/uV-1AioyufQ/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627019348434060658" 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/9159349984148267710-7147440683132777868?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/7147440683132777868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=7147440683132777868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/7147440683132777868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/7147440683132777868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/05/picnic-in-park.html' title='A Picnic in the Park'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YzOflTvUdzw/ThcwTCptEhI/AAAAAAAACeE/dheGE1jDkrE/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-2080703362480745847</id><published>2011-05-13T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T21:48:36.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angie'/><title type='text'>A Night Away With the Hubs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DdguokqD6lU/ThaFdBv_L4I/AAAAAAAACZk/J15t7kcVVBI/s1600/IMG_9635w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DdguokqD6lU/ThaFdBv_L4I/AAAAAAAACZk/J15t7kcVVBI/s400/IMG_9635w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626831518178422658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j9AuxO9eiYY/ThaH_iJ2xjI/AAAAAAAACZs/LHZKQ1bJNyc/s1600/IMG_9636w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j9AuxO9eiYY/ThaH_iJ2xjI/AAAAAAAACZs/LHZKQ1bJNyc/s400/IMG_9636w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626834310015665714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a night away "Just Because" at the Waldorf Astoria.  Steve told me not to plan anything on this day a loooong time ago.  Shortly after that he told me why...we were staying here! He cannot keep surprises:) There was no specific reason, but it was great to get out with out children and sleep in a little and relax.  We checked in to the classy establishment, dropped off our stuff and headed to dinner at Robert Redford's "Zoom."  We love to try new restaurants and we love to eat GOOD whenever we get the chance.  This was no exception.  It was all delicious, but the most memorable item I ate was "Broccolini." Ever heard of it? It looked like a hybrid of broccoli and asparagus. Cooked to perfection and delicious.  The restaurant had a very rustic feel and there was this awesome blues guitar player/singer performing. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P5TcFSAeDxI/ThaK1iZ4xTI/AAAAAAAACZ0/XlaHcBRQ-es/s1600/IMG_9637w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P5TcFSAeDxI/ThaK1iZ4xTI/AAAAAAAACZ0/XlaHcBRQ-es/s400/IMG_9637w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626837436819096882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love it when there is music at dinner.  When we got back to the hotel, the drapes were all drawn, our sheets were pulled back, and our slipper were out and ready for us to slip on. Also, a chocolate was left along with the next day's weather. How lovely! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WIyaLNnC8JQ/ThaK2BTeG7I/AAAAAAAACZ8/UiE8axuug2A/s1600/IMG_9640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WIyaLNnC8JQ/ThaK2BTeG7I/AAAAAAAACZ8/UiE8axuug2A/s400/IMG_9640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626837445113682866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l66X2z__kYo/ThaK2T9fxSI/AAAAAAAACaE/w5ZJlrVvuBY/s1600/IMG_9642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l66X2z__kYo/ThaK2T9fxSI/AAAAAAAACaE/w5ZJlrVvuBY/s400/IMG_9642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626837450121790754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love hotels, and I'm really glad we got to experience this one. On top of it all, we were greeted with fresh baked cookies and a personal letter from Steve's friend that upgraded our room. How thoughtful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-2080703362480745847?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/2080703362480745847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=2080703362480745847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/2080703362480745847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/2080703362480745847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/05/night-away-with-hubs.html' title='A Night Away With the Hubs'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DdguokqD6lU/ThaFdBv_L4I/AAAAAAAACZk/J15t7kcVVBI/s72-c/IMG_9635w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-5365941741883837379</id><published>2011-04-30T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T00:16:24.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mbz2yR9RIqU/TgGWdT57_eI/AAAAAAAACZc/RZSpmL-In-I/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mbz2yR9RIqU/TgGWdT57_eI/AAAAAAAACZc/RZSpmL-In-I/s400/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620939240238743010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5LUcgExpskI/TgGU9tiO44I/AAAAAAAACZU/QU0ilflhbs4/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5LUcgExpskI/TgGU9tiO44I/AAAAAAAACZU/QU0ilflhbs4/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620937597851198338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBdvhI_pAQk/TgGT63B19FI/AAAAAAAACZM/6piFeJguPHQ/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBdvhI_pAQk/TgGT63B19FI/AAAAAAAACZM/6piFeJguPHQ/s400/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620936449348465746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came from a family where Easter was pretty low key, although I remember my Grandma and Grandpa Henseler giving me pretty awesome Easter baskets, but in my home, not such a big deal.  I still have the same sentiments. I love Easter and the time to reflect on all things "new" and what it really means to be thankful for my Savior.  That being said, Easter morning is not a big deal for the kids. Call me crazy, but the whole idea that its almost like Christmas just ain't my thing.  So the boys got some casual summer clothes and sand buckets.  They searched for eggs with jelly beans. Owen loved it, he cracked all the eggs open into the sand bucket. Mile's eggs, however, were not filled with anything, but he loved playing with the plastic eggs.  And yes, both of my boys are in Christmas pajamas. Maybe it is like Christmas after all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-5365941741883837379?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/5365941741883837379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=5365941741883837379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/5365941741883837379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/5365941741883837379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-part-4.html' title='Easter Part 4'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mbz2yR9RIqU/TgGWdT57_eI/AAAAAAAACZc/RZSpmL-In-I/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-2787585838945232474</id><published>2011-04-29T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T21:57:57.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><title type='text'>Easter Part 3: Mom and Owen Dying Eggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2JLbM0oMDqM/TeCAv4n6EuI/AAAAAAAACYg/9Kn5kIkHRvY/s1600/oweneggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2JLbM0oMDqM/TeCAv4n6EuI/AAAAAAAACYg/9Kn5kIkHRvY/s400/oweneggs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611626695845614306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm a wait til the last minute kind of gal...so Saturday afternoon was when we dyed eggs.  Things like this are hard for me because I get anxiety over messes. I don't like spilled dye, stained clothes, etc, etc. But I knew it had to be done. Owen was really good and would whisper "Gently" as he put the eggs into the cups.  He loved coloring the eggs and even more loved egg salad sandwiches.&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/9159349984148267710-2787585838945232474?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/2787585838945232474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=2787585838945232474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/2787585838945232474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/2787585838945232474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-part-3-mom-and-owen-dying-eggs.html' title='Easter Part 3: Mom and Owen Dying Eggs'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2JLbM0oMDqM/TeCAv4n6EuI/AAAAAAAACYg/9Kn5kIkHRvY/s72-c/oweneggs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-7442282890324491384</id><published>2011-04-29T00:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T14:05:44.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tradition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Easter part 2: Breakfast and Kites with the Hansons</title><content type='html'>Another fun tradition, every year the Saturday before Easter is  breakfast and Kites with Great Grandma Hanson (or Grandma Bethie as we  call her).  We had a delicious breakfast...fruit, eggs, sausage,  pancakes, hashbrowns...for 60+ people? It was pretty warm in grandma's  house. Then the kids get to hunt for REAL eggs (boiled and dyed of  course) and then they turn them in for money and candy eggs. Then we  headed down to the park for kite flying, which eventually turns into  playing in the playground.  It was really fun and we appreciate grandma  keeping up this fun tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estee, Vince, Jules, Owen and Kaycee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cOdJ5MLodDE/TeAQcPXnPjI/AAAAAAAACYY/lV9OqGQMTgU/s1600/IMG_8535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cOdJ5MLodDE/TeAQcPXnPjI/AAAAAAAACYY/lV9OqGQMTgU/s400/IMG_8535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611503213051592242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one more of Owen: we laugh when he puts this hat on, he looks like a little elf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ckDxQY5nE8w/TeAQbhjComI/AAAAAAAACYQ/BUBeBws49xE/s1600/IMG_8530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ckDxQY5nE8w/TeAQbhjComI/AAAAAAAACYQ/BUBeBws49xE/s400/IMG_8530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611503200751493730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IIpy8FxFfSs/TeAP30KbZoI/AAAAAAAACYI/cZtRoG5VLLQ/s1600/IMG_8534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IIpy8FxFfSs/TeAP30KbZoI/AAAAAAAACYI/cZtRoG5VLLQ/s400/IMG_8534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611502587273242242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steve, Miles, Matt and Greg's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lnwt5PCz3t8/TeAO6lFNrAI/AAAAAAAACXo/AZezKnom2uQ/s1600/IMG_8529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lnwt5PCz3t8/TeAO6lFNrAI/AAAAAAAACXo/AZezKnom2uQ/s400/IMG_8529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611501535252818946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kit, once again being adorable. She was pointing up at a kite. She is proficient in "Baby Signing Time" I think that means "what's that?" Or maybe it's just pointing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b8TjXC-gOj0/TeAP3u8pzxI/AAAAAAAACYA/vKC1OlBCHhU/s1600/IMG_8538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b8TjXC-gOj0/TeAP3u8pzxI/AAAAAAAACYA/vKC1OlBCHhU/s400/IMG_8538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611502585873288978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is hilarious. It looks like Owen is standing in awe of his kite flying so high. Not so. He is PISSED because his dad took off running with his kite. He doesn't quite get that that is how a kite becomes airborne.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6TBz4hluBuI/TeAPjpqWQXI/AAAAAAAACX4/inBhyGOIWEA/s1600/IMG_8542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6TBz4hluBuI/TeAPjpqWQXI/AAAAAAAACX4/inBhyGOIWEA/s400/IMG_8542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611502240856949106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma Bethie and the Boys.  We really appreciate all her work and sure love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gaoSD1_9FnU/TeAPTuC45EI/AAAAAAAACXw/Rk_QPOr3DSA/s1600/gmabeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gaoSD1_9FnU/TeAPTuC45EI/AAAAAAAACXw/Rk_QPOr3DSA/s400/gmabeth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611501967155717186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FUN FACT: Growing up, Steve's mom got a kite every year in her Easter basket. This was how her parents kept the tradition going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-7442282890324491384?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/7442282890324491384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=7442282890324491384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/7442282890324491384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/7442282890324491384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-part-2-breakfast-and-kites-with.html' title='Easter part 2: Breakfast and Kites with the Hansons'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cOdJ5MLodDE/TeAQcPXnPjI/AAAAAAAACYY/lV9OqGQMTgU/s72-c/IMG_8535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-6404138199594154667</id><published>2011-04-29T00:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T13:42:36.444-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tradition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Easter Part 1: Seare family Easter egg hunt</title><content type='html'>We had a multi-part Easter, starting a week before the actual day.  Grandma Cyndee and Grandpa Scott had an Easter egg hunt for the kids  since it was our week ON (we alternate Sunday dinners with them).  They  are equal opportunity grandparents.  Each kid has 6 eggs (except the  babies) and they are color coded, or themed. Owen got the basketball  eggs and Miles got Elmo. They go all out every Easter and are sure to  give plenty of candy, money, fun toys and my favorite, swimsuits. I  appreciate a practical gift, and just in time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit and Miles: aren't they so cute? Just 7 weeks apart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dKM_8p9PsDs/TeAK-OT_D7I/AAAAAAAACXg/OMFnaV3rSwQ/s1600/IMG_8339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dKM_8p9PsDs/TeAK-OT_D7I/AAAAAAAACXg/OMFnaV3rSwQ/s400/IMG_8339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611497199813726130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gracie and her prize:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NJKbD98jDKk/TeAKozLXyjI/AAAAAAAACXY/kLexPNExnm4/s1600/IMG_8345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NJKbD98jDKk/TeAKozLXyjI/AAAAAAAACXY/kLexPNExnm4/s400/IMG_8345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611496831752587826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker: the older he gets, the more like a Seare he really looks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e92nDiySC_U/TeAKhTPJ3EI/AAAAAAAACXQ/Hl-LogAdxc4/s1600/IMG_8348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e92nDiySC_U/TeAKhTPJ3EI/AAAAAAAACXQ/Hl-LogAdxc4/s400/IMG_8348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611496702919433282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maya and her cute glasses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_mnc_LFnedo/TeAKUe9UZAI/AAAAAAAACXI/XbFFvnUA2tU/s1600/IMG_8342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_mnc_LFnedo/TeAKUe9UZAI/AAAAAAAACXI/XbFFvnUA2tU/s400/IMG_8342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611496482727552002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kit: one of my favorite babies to photograph. Those eyes are unreal. She is a doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DrY2mFkwfCE/TeAKKdPy7yI/AAAAAAAACXA/jLPHC1oQIVA/s1600/IMG_8341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DrY2mFkwfCE/TeAKKdPy7yI/AAAAAAAACXA/jLPHC1oQIVA/s400/IMG_8341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611496310469488418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miles: I love him through and through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zDO3IEw8pLA/TeAKAcB3TdI/AAAAAAAACW4/iUrHHJGbnAM/s1600/IMG_8336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zDO3IEw8pLA/TeAKAcB3TdI/AAAAAAAACW4/iUrHHJGbnAM/s400/IMG_8336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611496138343927250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-syDz5nXCeRM/TeAJ209CyBI/AAAAAAAACWw/aQ0JSD4SCH8/s1600/IMG_8334a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-syDz5nXCeRM/TeAJ209CyBI/AAAAAAAACWw/aQ0JSD4SCH8/s400/IMG_8334a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611495973235902482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen and his basket and spiderman surprise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yEnYK6NN_y0/TeAJur6USUI/AAAAAAAACWo/VCgcvstvqQY/s1600/oweneaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yEnYK6NN_y0/TeAJur6USUI/AAAAAAAACWo/VCgcvstvqQY/s400/oweneaster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611495833369594178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estee, Avery, and Kaycee. These ladies are 6 months within eachother.  They were jumping on grandma's tramp (about 3 ft wide, 1 foot off the ground and a screen all the way around).  I had to trick them to take a picture. I would let them bounce then I would say, "1, 2, 3, FREEZE!" It worked like a charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PC3xjCikdVY/TeAJhkh5lEI/AAAAAAAACWg/F8Sf3W0T7RE/s1600/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PC3xjCikdVY/TeAJhkh5lEI/AAAAAAAACWg/F8Sf3W0T7RE/s400/girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611495608049833026" 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/9159349984148267710-6404138199594154667?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/6404138199594154667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=6404138199594154667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/6404138199594154667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/6404138199594154667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-part-1-seare-family-easter-egg.html' title='Easter Part 1: Seare family Easter egg hunt'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dKM_8p9PsDs/TeAK-OT_D7I/AAAAAAAACXg/OMFnaV3rSwQ/s72-c/IMG_8339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-8678900505366956299</id><published>2011-04-28T23:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T00:07:31.407-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miles'/><title type='text'>The faces of the Cutest Baby EVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3TCDfp88uZc/TbpjaSI9lbI/AAAAAAAACUg/tD22mank9cg/s1600/IMG_8910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3TCDfp88uZc/TbpjaSI9lbI/AAAAAAAACUg/tD22mank9cg/s400/IMG_8910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600898389785810354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rXeWLhtf0DA/TbpjApq3XAI/AAAAAAAACUY/99yqjPwGL8A/s1600/IMG_8904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rXeWLhtf0DA/TbpjApq3XAI/AAAAAAAACUY/99yqjPwGL8A/s400/IMG_8904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600897949425425410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dUrps81FGLk/Tbpir3flguI/AAAAAAAACUQ/PuaeGs4oCEI/s1600/IMG_8901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dUrps81FGLk/Tbpir3flguI/AAAAAAAACUQ/PuaeGs4oCEI/s400/IMG_8901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600897592358961890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZ_khy_Su8A/TbpiGkv5UDI/AAAAAAAACUI/QUs11cOfdBE/s1600/IMG_8900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZ_khy_Su8A/TbpiGkv5UDI/AAAAAAAACUI/QUs11cOfdBE/s400/IMG_8900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600896951671935026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oOjP_AqRgFw/Tbph0nl5RYI/AAAAAAAACUA/9wewTzv4Vus/s1600/IMG_8899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oOjP_AqRgFw/Tbph0nl5RYI/AAAAAAAACUA/9wewTzv4Vus/s400/IMG_8899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600896643197650306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't get enough of this BABY! It is so fun to see his little personality develop. I could squeeze him all day long, if he let me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-8678900505366956299?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/8678900505366956299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=8678900505366956299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/8678900505366956299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/8678900505366956299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/04/faces-of-cutest-baby-ever.html' title='The faces of the Cutest Baby EVER'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3TCDfp88uZc/TbpjaSI9lbI/AAAAAAAACUg/tD22mank9cg/s72-c/IMG_8910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-7002538602247308650</id><published>2011-04-28T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T23:32:47.710-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve'/><title type='text'>Then and Now: Steve's mission reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QvQj5-rE8kM/TcY3w-auPvI/AAAAAAAACVI/WUzpRXiyVio/s1600/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QvQj5-rE8kM/TcY3w-auPvI/AAAAAAAACVI/WUzpRXiyVio/s400/scan0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604228100837490418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(above: Steve and President and Sister Martino the day he arrived in the mission home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eWawKbz1Qo4/TcY3wDqxRAI/AAAAAAAACUw/a0YUVhlpFmQ/s1600/007%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eWawKbz1Qo4/TcY3wDqxRAI/AAAAAAAACUw/a0YUVhlpFmQ/s400/007%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604228085067105282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(above: Steve and Elder Martino)&lt;br /&gt;We had the opportunity to attend Steve's mission reunion. We hadn't been to one in a really long time.  Elder Martino (Steve's mission president) was in town from Guatemala and was going to be speaking for the reunion. I felt that was definitely worth going to. I really love Pres. Martino and his wife. Great people. So we went and we saw lots of old familiar faces and had a good time, actually. Ha. I kind of hate mission reunions...&lt;br /&gt;So 10 years ago this year Steve left the MTC and headed to Maracaibo Venezuela.  FUN FACT: the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heaviest&lt;/span&gt; Steve has ever been was while on the mission working in the mission office. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;skinniest&lt;/span&gt; Steve has ever been was right at the end of his mission and right when he got home. Poor guy, his digestive system has never been the same...if your husband went to South America, perhaps you know what I mean? TMI? Ha.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0KsTFZSaAIU/Tb7hA0oVGfI/AAAAAAAACUo/UQvb7Blydl4/s1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0KsTFZSaAIU/Tb7hA0oVGfI/AAAAAAAACUo/UQvb7Blydl4/s400/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602162390739524082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(above: Steve and Helgeson 2001)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CMR8wutgMKs/TcY3wfChFvI/AAAAAAAACU4/y9sKvtzFU3E/s1600/008%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CMR8wutgMKs/TcY3wfChFvI/AAAAAAAACU4/y9sKvtzFU3E/s400/008%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604228092414465778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(above: Steve and Helgeson 2011)&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun to  catch up with mission comps that I have met before, particularly Helgeson and his wife, whom I met RIGHT when Steve and I first started dating...he and his wife were also dating at the time. He is hilarious and I can totally see why he and Steve got along so well. (they lived together in the MTC for 2 months) FUN FACT: Helgeson's best friend growing up is Ben Banford, who married one of my best friends. Small world.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ua5JcYNHnTk/TcY3wmDDYqI/AAAAAAAACVA/oSB-YTOH59w/s1600/009%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ua5JcYNHnTk/TcY3wmDDYqI/AAAAAAAACVA/oSB-YTOH59w/s400/009%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604228094295761570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder Rose. FUN FACT: I went to Dixie with Elder Rose. He lived behind me with a bunch of our friends and what a small world that he came home 6 months before Steve and lived behind me? Great to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Bakers, you were missed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-7002538602247308650?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/7002538602247308650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=7002538602247308650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/7002538602247308650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/7002538602247308650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/04/then-and-now-steves-mission-reunion.html' title='Then and Now: Steve&apos;s mission reunion'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QvQj5-rE8kM/TcY3w-auPvI/AAAAAAAACVI/WUzpRXiyVio/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-1777915502073328245</id><published>2011-04-26T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T11:14:30.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobbies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angie'/><title type='text'>Tradition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OO4Mlsq5mTw/TbcGr3jEN2I/AAAAAAAACTw/-ZQK1rYzXh0/s1600/IMG_7744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OO4Mlsq5mTw/TbcGr3jEN2I/AAAAAAAACTw/-ZQK1rYzXh0/s400/IMG_7744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599952012373669730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n7i7zpoQy8c/TbcGroPSh3I/AAAAAAAACTo/lSqhuBRq38E/s1600/tamale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n7i7zpoQy8c/TbcGroPSh3I/AAAAAAAACTo/lSqhuBRq38E/s400/tamale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599952008264189810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but I am slightly fearful of loosing some traditions.  For instance, Spanish is the primary language of my family, but my generation and the generation after is lessening the amount Spanish spoken and also the amount learned.  A really big tradition in my family is cooking. I have some of the best cooks in my family. Serious. And the funny thing is, all the things they cook are in their head. Once I asked my Abuelita to teach me to make homemade tortillas...the recipe went something like: 4 handfuls of flower. 1 handful of lard. 1 pinch of salt. a little bit of water. They just know how much of whatever, but there are no such things as "cookbooks" in my mom's family. I've been wanting to make some tamales for a while, so I talked to my aunt Abby, and we made it happen.  I can't tell you the recipe, but here is the gist:&lt;br /&gt;soak corn husks. Deseed and boil about a trillion dried red chili peppers. blend with oregano, onion and garlic.  Sift through fine sifter to keep out seeds and skin. Buy the maza from a Mexican store. Mix with lard and oregano. Cook shoulder of pork, shred. mix pork with blended sauce. spread Maza mixture onto corn husks, spread a fair amount of pork and sauce onto maza.  Fold, wrap in parchment paper for less mess.  Layer it all into a big pot with water in the bottom (do not let tamales touch the water) steam for about an hour. Eat the most mind blowing tamales ever.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, pretty much no one in my generation cooks (I can't speak for the ones in Mexico, maybe they do) but us ladies here might be doomed.  I am trying though. I made me first batch of Chile Verde the very next day...it was a success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LC-32Zbl6LA/TbcKK-uyo3I/AAAAAAAACT4/_5a-tIhkaCc/s1600/IMG_7747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LC-32Zbl6LA/TbcKK-uyo3I/AAAAAAAACT4/_5a-tIhkaCc/s400/IMG_7747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599955845412725618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt said "plan on about 4 or 5 hours." What she should have said..."plan on 8" It was a long day, but well worth it.  I asked my aunt, did you just make these so often you remember by heart? She said whenever Abuelita Margarita (my great grandmother) would come into town she would make Rosita tamales.  My question was what makes Rosita so special to get her own batch of tamales, she is my mom's cousin, and apparently she was the spoiled one. I hope Rosita doesn't read this or else I just started a family feud. Really.  But ANYWAY every time she came into town she enlisted my aunts to help her make the tamales.  Things don't quite happen like that anymore...being that everyone basically lives in the same town around here:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-1777915502073328245?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/1777915502073328245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=1777915502073328245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/1777915502073328245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/1777915502073328245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/04/tradition.html' title='Tradition'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OO4Mlsq5mTw/TbcGr3jEN2I/AAAAAAAACTw/-ZQK1rYzXh0/s72-c/IMG_7744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-8508242208276780493</id><published>2011-04-13T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T23:26:31.381-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobbies'/><title type='text'>Inspiration/Interpretation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LyrvZgtCrnE/TaaRF65h7oI/AAAAAAAACTY/ERmxJRrlk2w/s1600/skirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LyrvZgtCrnE/TaaRF65h7oI/AAAAAAAACTY/ERmxJRrlk2w/s400/skirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595319117950348930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People! I started a project and finished it! AMAZING. Steve went out of town a couple of weeks ago and for some reason I thought it would be a great idea to make a skirt. I had a pretty simple idea and thought I would whip it out in a couple hours. No Problem. WRONG! I worked on it for an entire day and hated it and decided to start over. I decided I didn't want a zipper, then decided I had to have a zipper, and well 2.5 weeks later I finally finished it. And wore it. And it has not yet frayed or come apart at the seems. I may never wash it. We will see.&lt;br /&gt;I have been seeing lots of skirts like the ones pictured above from this lovely store, &lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/index.jsp"&gt;anthropologie&lt;/a&gt;. I love the high waist, the gathered at the waist, full skirt, and I love a big bow to top it off. I can't say this is the last skirt I will ever make, BUT if I ever have to sew a zipper onto an article of clothing I might rather die. This picture is actually not the greatest...looks like it could lay a little better and the bow is a little smashed, but Steve couldn't be bothered to take more than one picture on Master's Sunday. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6jSYD1cu4hw/TaaQ5OTMXII/AAAAAAAACTQ/fS04lqZmRcI/s1600/skirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-8508242208276780493?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/8508242208276780493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=8508242208276780493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/8508242208276780493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/8508242208276780493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/04/inspirationinterpretation.html' title='Inspiration/Interpretation'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LyrvZgtCrnE/TaaRF65h7oI/AAAAAAAACTY/ERmxJRrlk2w/s72-c/skirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-1114288705064197429</id><published>2011-04-07T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T00:09:51.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angie'/><title type='text'>10 things about me.</title><content type='html'>I've been working on a little project recently.  It's about my mom and I've been asking her some questions here and there. Mostly about her childhood and her younger years.  I've been thinking a lot lately how  "once upon a time," my mom was my age. She was once a mother to a 3 year old.  I don't really know that person then, just the person she is now. Weird to think about, really.  So I got to thinking, I'd like my children to know about me as a young mom with young children.  This is partly why I blog.  So they will look back and know what life was like...you know EVERY little detail:) and maybe get an idea of what their parents did for them so when they are 16 year old ingrates they might think twice....just kidding! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here is 10 things about me today. it could change tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;1.  I enjoy taking on sewing projects, but I hate that it consumes my life while I am working on them.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I've been really loving Mumford and Sons on Pandora. Have you heard them? A little folksy, but really good.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have not ran once since running the St. George Marathon in 2009.  I am certainly getting the itch. It's time to start. Who's with me? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SLC&lt;/span&gt; Marathon 2012? Ogden 2012?&lt;br /&gt;4. I am currently on my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; run of Sex and the City reruns in about a 3 month span.  I'm just getting to the good part...you know where things are going great with Carrie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt;, but Big starts popping up.  Oh man, seriously, best season.  I love watching this show because for some reason it reminds me of one of my favorite vacations...Steve took me to San Francisco for our 1 year anniversary. What a sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;5. Photography is ALWAYS on my mind.  How I want to take new pictures, where I could take new pictures, who I could take new pictures of, what I could take new pictures of.&lt;br /&gt;6.  I make a to do list on a daily basis, and rarely refer to that list. Not sure why I do that.&lt;br /&gt;7. I am a primary teacher and I really love it. I love the kids in my class and I love the age (7 turning 8).  A couple of weeks ago I was asking the kids what we might be tempted to do, and no joke, one kid said MURDER. Oh man, gotta love em.&lt;br /&gt;8.  I love to read.  Lately, I have a harder time making time, but when I finish a good book I feel really happy inside. And accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;9.  My house is rarely entirely clean.  I've tried doing it all in one day, breaking it up through the week, but it just doesn't happen for me. HELP. How do you tidy people do it?&lt;br /&gt;10.  I love to make my kids laugh.  This is often done through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lipsincing&lt;/span&gt;, dancing and silly faces.  Their laughs are priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me 10 things about you today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-1114288705064197429?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/1114288705064197429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=1114288705064197429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/1114288705064197429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/1114288705064197429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/04/10-things-about-me.html' title='10 things about me.'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-7590606785865196130</id><published>2011-04-04T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T12:48:57.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><title type='text'>Firefighter Buhler</title><content type='html'>A couple of months ago we went to dinner with some of Steve's Highschool buddies and their wives...we kind of lost touch for a while. BUT, we got caught up and Steve's friend Jason informed us he was a firefighter at station #5 and that we could bring Owen by any time. A couple of weeks ago we decided to take him up on his offer.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IXGiR1saVKA/TZoBWwAsGXI/AAAAAAAACTI/8l9RCYC0_xA/s1600/img_7372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591783377690433906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IXGiR1saVKA/TZoBWwAsGXI/AAAAAAAACTI/8l9RCYC0_xA/s400/img_7372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we first arrived, Owen was quite grumpy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xr4qG4K2aqo/TZoBWiUs8XI/AAAAAAAACTA/LgOD_z6uKEM/s1600/img_7377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591783374016278898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xr4qG4K2aqo/TZoBWiUs8XI/AAAAAAAACTA/LgOD_z6uKEM/s400/img_7377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We put him in the front seat of the Fire Engine and he said "I don't want to be a fireman" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-870CqcmxD0Q/TZoBFAu9B4I/AAAAAAAACS4/Vv1Hu7IPGlY/s1600/img_7387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591783072941803394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-870CqcmxD0Q/TZoBFAu9B4I/AAAAAAAACS4/Vv1Hu7IPGlY/s400/img_7387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got him to quickly snap out of it by telling him to shoot me with the hose. He thought that was fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p8DLIJm_H6E/TZoBEt0CyDI/AAAAAAAACSw/VgmKGyaAmlM/s1600/img_7393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591783067862878258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p8DLIJm_H6E/TZoBEt0CyDI/AAAAAAAACSw/VgmKGyaAmlM/s400/img_7393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uhUvHY9qn10/TZoAKoqa4nI/AAAAAAAACSo/x60m_qeuFF4/s1600/img_7397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591782070047924850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uhUvHY9qn10/TZoAKoqa4nI/AAAAAAAACSo/x60m_qeuFF4/s400/img_7397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is firefighter Buhler helping Owen handle an Axe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a3BexT7TEoQ/TZoAKHCjYNI/AAAAAAAACSg/EZOmJnGDbbM/s1600/img_7402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591782061022339282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a3BexT7TEoQ/TZoAKHCjYNI/AAAAAAAACSg/EZOmJnGDbbM/s400/img_7402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This helmet was really heavy and kept weighing down Owen's head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dXn1pdUDAeA/TZn_zVlDg4I/AAAAAAAACSY/5ev3E7sGla0/s1600/img_7406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591781669788156802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dXn1pdUDAeA/TZn_zVlDg4I/AAAAAAAACSY/5ev3E7sGla0/s400/img_7406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen, always a goofball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JZbrQCr62KI/TZn_zEByrtI/AAAAAAAACSQ/orepyo4550c/s1600/img_7407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591781665076850386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JZbrQCr62KI/TZn_zEByrtI/AAAAAAAACSQ/orepyo4550c/s400/img_7407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HGhteCvRO0o/TZn_MFVFQqI/AAAAAAAACSI/GHBK2Q1HyU8/s1600/img_7411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591780995411296930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HGhteCvRO0o/TZn_MFVFQqI/AAAAAAAACSI/GHBK2Q1HyU8/s400/img_7411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hhOSXug6Id8/TZn_LyzSDGI/AAAAAAAACSA/7LWAzcUgLGI/s1600/img_7417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591780990437690466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hhOSXug6Id8/TZn_LyzSDGI/AAAAAAAACSA/7LWAzcUgLGI/s400/img_7417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got the full tour and then some. Owen loved it and still asks about "Jasy" everytime we see a firetruck. The boys were sent home with firehelmets, stickers and lots of tattoos. Thanks Jason!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-7590606785865196130?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/7590606785865196130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=7590606785865196130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/7590606785865196130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/7590606785865196130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/04/firefighter-buhler.html' title='Firefighter Buhler'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IXGiR1saVKA/TZoBWwAsGXI/AAAAAAAACTI/8l9RCYC0_xA/s72-c/img_7372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-2728246190728950305</id><published>2011-04-04T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T10:18:20.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dialogues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen'/><title type='text'>Mom, Are you ready to rock?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yeIFX9aQ8MY/TZn8ljLwubI/AAAAAAAACRw/26sMpfyXxgA/s1600/img_0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591778134387112370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yeIFX9aQ8MY/TZn8ljLwubI/AAAAAAAACRw/26sMpfyXxgA/s400/img_0304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8X6PvmYzgjY/TZn8lJSSxTI/AAAAAAAACRo/dtU64PjZAvA/s1600/img_0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591778127435187506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8X6PvmYzgjY/TZn8lJSSxTI/AAAAAAAACRo/dtU64PjZAvA/s400/img_0303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...is what Owen asked me last week when he got his guitar out. He loves it, he might just be my musical child! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-2728246190728950305?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/2728246190728950305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=2728246190728950305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/2728246190728950305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/2728246190728950305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/04/mom-are-you-ready-to-rock.html' title='Mom, Are you ready to rock?'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yeIFX9aQ8MY/TZn8ljLwubI/AAAAAAAACRw/26sMpfyXxgA/s72-c/img_0304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-2602545545434979974</id><published>2011-04-04T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T10:13:37.200-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miles'/><title type='text'>Two Teeth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eWL8tmieo6o/TZn73FeJrsI/AAAAAAAACRg/wkTyhrHAebE/s1600/img_0302b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591777336137199298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eWL8tmieo6o/TZn73FeJrsI/AAAAAAAACRg/wkTyhrHAebE/s400/img_0302b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJwXODWM7zw/TZn72g-oNgI/AAAAAAAACRY/ki16fiQe-ZQ/s1600/img_0301b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591777326341305858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJwXODWM7zw/TZn72g-oNgI/AAAAAAAACRY/ki16fiQe-ZQ/s400/img_0301b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Around the middle of February Miles finally had his two bottom teeth popping through, but they are really starting to show now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-2602545545434979974?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/2602545545434979974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=2602545545434979974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/2602545545434979974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/2602545545434979974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/04/two-teeth.html' title='Two Teeth!'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eWL8tmieo6o/TZn73FeJrsI/AAAAAAAACRg/wkTyhrHAebE/s72-c/img_0302b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-8071511749041515833</id><published>2011-04-03T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T14:17:20.641-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brothers'/><title type='text'>Miscellaneous Wednesday: some brotherly love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just love these boys and their brotherly dynamic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-o9y4BXbJneI/TqhawHBYOnI/AAAAAAAAC5c/w6gJjDL3hiI/IMAG0681.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-8071511749041515833?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/8071511749041515833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=8071511749041515833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/8071511749041515833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/8071511749041515833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/10/miscellaneous-wednesday-some-brotherly.html' title='Miscellaneous Wednesday: some brotherly love'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-o9y4BXbJneI/TqhawHBYOnI/AAAAAAAAC5c/w6gJjDL3hiI/s72-c/IMAG0681.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-3726144944379366498</id><published>2011-04-01T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T18:51:59.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Stock!</title><content type='html'>We celebrated Owen's friend Stockton's Birthday in late March.  I'm determined to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thorough&lt;/span&gt;  blogger this year, so bare with me as I do some catching up:).  Anyway, Cas had a small playdate and the kids had cupcakes. Well, the adults had 2 or 3 also.  I love that:&lt;br /&gt;A. I'm still in good contact with my best friends from school, both highschool and college&lt;br /&gt;B. We are pretty much all in the same boat...kids all near the same age (mostly boys, too!)&lt;br /&gt;C. Our kids are growing up to be such close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the birthday boy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XuTdk2XiayA/Td_SRwUXrWI/AAAAAAAACVQ/J01wUwt2xoE/s1600/img7592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XuTdk2XiayA/Td_SRwUXrWI/AAAAAAAACVQ/J01wUwt2xoE/s400/img7592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611434863196876130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2NlepS8CdGo/Td_TUYOZg7I/AAAAAAAACVo/PzPbtCfLJTM/s1600/img7589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2NlepS8CdGo/Td_TUYOZg7I/AAAAAAAACVo/PzPbtCfLJTM/s400/img7589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611436007780615090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-48rUSKT3AAo/Td_S4-wJO7I/AAAAAAAACVg/TnoTarMzCa4/s1600/img7591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-48rUSKT3AAo/Td_S4-wJO7I/AAAAAAAACVg/TnoTarMzCa4/s400/img7591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611435537086364594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only way Owen knows how to eat a cupcake: eat the frosting off the top and then MAYBE take a bite or two out of the cake.  This kid loves straight up sugar.  Anything frosted in our house doesn't last very long...So it doesn't happen all that often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AyIJiVc6JE0/Td_Sk9eLdfI/AAAAAAAACVY/z02a5KP95wY/s1600/img7593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AyIJiVc6JE0/Td_Sk9eLdfI/AAAAAAAACVY/z02a5KP95wY/s400/img7593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611435193145193970" 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/9159349984148267710-3726144944379366498?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/3726144944379366498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=3726144944379366498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/3726144944379366498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/3726144944379366498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-birthday-stock.html' title='Happy Birthday Stock!'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XuTdk2XiayA/Td_SRwUXrWI/AAAAAAAACVQ/J01wUwt2xoE/s72-c/img7592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-8228186488574870769</id><published>2011-03-26T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T14:24:40.240-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brothers'/><title type='text'>Miscellaneous Monday: Boys in the Bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was so great when Miles was officially sitting up and the two boys could bath together! Two birds, one stone. They love splashing together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-5IU3ag-WLR4/TlKdbkOPIeI/AAAAAAAACrM/8Y9wEfn5KsA/IMAG0670.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Xz_6c-PLETU/TlKdeksEBYI/AAAAAAAACrQ/x_9j0Sf8h3o/IMAG0672.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-8228186488574870769?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/8228186488574870769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=8228186488574870769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/8228186488574870769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/8228186488574870769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/08/miscellaneous-monday-boys-in-bath.html' title='Miscellaneous Monday: Boys in the Bath'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-5IU3ag-WLR4/TlKdbkOPIeI/AAAAAAAACrM/8Y9wEfn5KsA/s72-c/IMAG0670.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-6243076584776329056</id><published>2011-03-25T23:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T23:34:55.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dialogues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen'/><title type='text'>Overheard Dialogues of a 3 year old, pt 2</title><content type='html'>(Owen was playing with his shark fruit snacks)&lt;br /&gt;Owen (concerned): This shark has no friends.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, I'm sorry. That is sad.&lt;br /&gt;Owen: I ate his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. I don't know if that comes out as funny as it was, but I was laughing out loud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-6243076584776329056?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/6243076584776329056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=6243076584776329056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/6243076584776329056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/6243076584776329056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/03/overheard-dialogues-of-3-year-old-pt-2.html' title='Overheard Dialogues of a 3 year old, pt 2'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-3001923482067571945</id><published>2011-03-25T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T23:32:05.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen'/><title type='text'>Neighborhood Playgroup</title><content type='html'>Some moms and kids in my neighborhood have been getting together about once a week for playdates.  There are SO many boys in the neighborhood.  In our playgroup there are 14 or more boys if everyone is there.  That is a lot. But fun for Owen.  One of the mom's is super organized AND used to teach preschool, so she has come up with a schedule and lots of fun activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-leZC_oLmaB4/TY2EcM1wwVI/AAAAAAAACRE/sTpKAfyFIEU/s1600/snakenslime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-leZC_oLmaB4/TY2EcM1wwVI/AAAAAAAACRE/sTpKAfyFIEU/s400/snakenslime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588268332654575954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week we got together and had a little "cooking" lesson.  They made snakes out of bisquick with whipped cream, strawberries, bananas, and m&amp;amp;m's. I enjoyed it. Then another mom had the boys help make slime.  The batch didn't turn out, but the boys thought it was fun dumping glue in a bowl and mixing in the color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-teKU4h9F_Rs/TY2E-vtF3hI/AAAAAAAACRM/N2y6BM2cCaY/s1600/vdayplaydate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-teKU4h9F_Rs/TY2E-vtF3hI/AAAAAAAACRM/N2y6BM2cCaY/s400/vdayplaydate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588268926129004050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For Valentine's day the boys each got a box and got to decorate it with stickers and markers. Then we sat in a circle and passed out Valentine's. I miss that about school.  Owen was so excited to hand out his Iron Man valentines. He picked those out all on his own. I was trying to get him to pick toy story, but he wouldn't have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sW8T9IELb4Q/TY2EJW0oULI/AAAAAAAACQ8/cZiewPWM4ZM/s1600/Owencolor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sW8T9IELb4Q/TY2EJW0oULI/AAAAAAAACQ8/cZiewPWM4ZM/s400/Owencolor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588268008916668594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple of weeks ago someone brought a roll of butcher paper and we traced the kids' bodies and let them color and decorate it as desired.  Owen colored the hair you see and glued on a few squares that he had cut out. He wasn't super interested, but I thought it was a really cute idea. Maybe when he's older he will be into it more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been nice doing this. Owen gets to know the boys better each time we go and I get to know my neighbors better, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-3001923482067571945?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/3001923482067571945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=3001923482067571945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/3001923482067571945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/3001923482067571945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/03/neighborhood-playdates.html' title='Neighborhood Playgroup'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-leZC_oLmaB4/TY2EcM1wwVI/AAAAAAAACRE/sTpKAfyFIEU/s72-c/snakenslime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-746483417780900762</id><published>2011-03-15T19:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T20:01:49.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen'/><title type='text'>Goofy Hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jp97Tml3c3k/TYAnPLHIvhI/AAAAAAAACQk/3q1QtKy3TKo/s1600/img_7242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jp97Tml3c3k/TYAnPLHIvhI/AAAAAAAACQk/3q1QtKy3TKo/s400/img_7242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584506679573659154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen loves this hat and calls it his Goofy hat.  I believe the reasoning for that is because it gives him ears similar to Goofy's.  Last week we went for a walk to the park (because we finally COULD!).  This pic was multitasking at its finest...holding Owen's hand, pushing a stroller, walking, ALL while taking this picture.  (excuse the focus, I didn't say I was good at multitasking.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-746483417780900762?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/746483417780900762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=746483417780900762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/746483417780900762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/746483417780900762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/03/goofy-hat.html' title='Goofy Hat'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jp97Tml3c3k/TYAnPLHIvhI/AAAAAAAACQk/3q1QtKy3TKo/s72-c/img_7242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-744171843722279803</id><published>2011-03-15T19:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T19:51:38.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen'/><title type='text'>Rocket Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RamY0AmopBQ/TYAlKJEKwGI/AAAAAAAACQc/JcRQR3gGrw8/s1600/rocketman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RamY0AmopBQ/TYAlKJEKwGI/AAAAAAAACQc/JcRQR3gGrw8/s400/rocketman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584504394101735522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical Utah spring weather...sunny one day, snowing that night and the next day snow on the ground. Obviously didn't phase Owen.  He loves his rocket and loves coasting down our driveaway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-744171843722279803?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/744171843722279803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=744171843722279803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/744171843722279803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/744171843722279803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/03/rocket-man.html' title='Rocket Man'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RamY0AmopBQ/TYAlKJEKwGI/AAAAAAAACQc/JcRQR3gGrw8/s72-c/rocketman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-2234254245675411724</id><published>2011-03-11T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T21:07:01.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard dialogs of a 3 yr Old pt 1</title><content type='html'>(while playing with his batmans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I am going to change your bum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Don't change my bum! STOP! STOP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(singing) change your bum, change your bum baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY! I don't wear diapers. STOP! I'm not baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your in jail. Your in the crib jail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this kid's mind. For the record, I never tell Miles he is in jail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-2234254245675411724?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/2234254245675411724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=2234254245675411724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/2234254245675411724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/2234254245675411724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/03/overheard-dialogs-of-3-yr-old-pt-1.html' title='Overheard dialogs of a 3 yr Old pt 1'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-3619218349074990418</id><published>2011-03-11T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T21:31:58.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><title type='text'>Pinatas Make Me Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4YM43pB2_js/TX7m7ogyH4I/AAAAAAAACQU/SUghghDCf2A/s1600/img_7005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4YM43pB2_js/TX7m7ogyH4I/AAAAAAAACQU/SUghghDCf2A/s400/img_7005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584154500147584898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were lucky and got to celebrate my cousin's (as in my Mom's youngest sister's child) 4th birthday.  Being an only child, I'm just glad Owen has kids his age on my side of the family!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was fun had by all and great turnout as far as cousins go! Pictured above is Nico himself.  A handsome boy he is.  My aunt decided to start with the pinata, since it was getting dark and cold.  I love a pinata. I wish I was a kid again: Hit something so hard candy comes out of it? YES PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cMAtvwYyKGU/TX7mxOf6YXI/AAAAAAAACQM/7tx2a6SV6u8/s1600/img_7021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cMAtvwYyKGU/TX7mxOf6YXI/AAAAAAAACQM/7tx2a6SV6u8/s400/img_7021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584154321365918066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jassy giving her best shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8hITc02NbUk/TX7mie7dCzI/AAAAAAAACQE/HjVQVb_zYfc/s1600/img_7023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8hITc02NbUk/TX7mie7dCzI/AAAAAAAACQE/HjVQVb_zYfc/s400/img_7023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584154068078365490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen, blindfolded, holding his bag, whilst hitting the pinata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4rEaePBJSVY/TX7l9Dsxu3I/AAAAAAAACP8/Vrmdp0sQsiA/s1600/img_7032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4rEaePBJSVY/TX7l9Dsxu3I/AAAAAAAACP8/Vrmdp0sQsiA/s400/img_7032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584153425113889650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The birthday boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nTpmnONgeKY/TX7lnjhrXnI/AAAAAAAACP0/Mu2IjtC0Ijw/s1600/img_7043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nTpmnONgeKY/TX7lnjhrXnI/AAAAAAAACP0/Mu2IjtC0Ijw/s400/img_7043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584153055700147826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jassy and her pinata hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ePE7otbpoQM/TX7lURS-4CI/AAAAAAAACPs/BgOuWYfhqGE/s1600/img_7044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ePE7otbpoQM/TX7lURS-4CI/AAAAAAAACPs/BgOuWYfhqGE/s400/img_7044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584152724389158946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen and his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wZln_H91B2w/TX7lFjrhPSI/AAAAAAAACPk/s3TKylMvqwg/s1600/img_7047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wZln_H91B2w/TX7lFjrhPSI/AAAAAAAACPk/s3TKylMvqwg/s400/img_7047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584152471625874722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miles, always a pleasure and loving all the attention from his aunties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3zLo8o7ZYg/TXrBONmDQyI/AAAAAAAACPc/eYBx3E7CqUg/s1600/img_7056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3zLo8o7ZYg/TXrBONmDQyI/AAAAAAAACPc/eYBx3E7CqUg/s400/img_7056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582987137990738722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our attempt at getting all the kids together.  I love how Owen is such a goofball lately.  Everytime I take his picture, it is a goofy face.  Must be the boy in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M3iEZ28yepo/TXrBAb0HXII/AAAAAAAACPU/pGkDUFSPfyw/s1600/img_7060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M3iEZ28yepo/TXrBAb0HXII/AAAAAAAACPU/pGkDUFSPfyw/s400/img_7060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582986901289655426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miles, looking like ironman, going for the ironman cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e2SQMpv9rQg/TXrAzrYpkBI/AAAAAAAACPM/9KJT4ThXc9Y/s1600/img_7062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e2SQMpv9rQg/TXrAzrYpkBI/AAAAAAAACPM/9KJT4ThXc9Y/s400/img_7062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582986682131124242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy 4 years to one energetic little man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-3619218349074990418?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/3619218349074990418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=3619218349074990418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/3619218349074990418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/3619218349074990418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/03/pinatas-make-me-happy.html' title='Pinatas Make Me Happy'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4YM43pB2_js/TX7m7ogyH4I/AAAAAAAACQU/SUghghDCf2A/s72-c/img_7005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-4168403687337622709</id><published>2011-03-11T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T21:02:14.112-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family blog'/><title type='text'>Blog Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-icRs2FIMGAE/TXqxPM8ocVI/AAAAAAAACNs/UF3gm3rTEvg/s1600/blognames1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-icRs2FIMGAE/TXqxPM8ocVI/AAAAAAAACNs/UF3gm3rTEvg/s400/blognames1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582969562810839378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xkwo9f_BM6g/TXqy4q-PJvI/AAAAAAAACOE/UarrEPGdASw/s1600/blognames2%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xkwo9f_BM6g/TXqy4q-PJvI/AAAAAAAACOE/UarrEPGdASw/s400/blognames2%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582971374756898546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in  my adventures as a professional blog stalker I have come to realize    that I don't have a cool, funny, whitty, or even up to date "Blog Name."    In fact it is currently titled Steve*Angie*Owen.  There has been one    more person for nearly 8 months. Oops.  So I got to thinking, what    should I name my blog?  I thought of some ideas, some funny, some dumb,    some kind of negative and whiny, and some simple but fun ones.  I    decided to show you some of those ideas....except any debby downer ones.     I am by no means a perfect mom living in bliss with my ANGEL  children   while we float around on clouds, BUT I have decided that I  will focus  on  the positive and be thankful for the blessing that is  mommyhood.  So   here are a few ideas, What do you think? I think I've  made my  decision,  but before I reveal it, I would love to hear some  thoughts?  suggestions?  do I even have more than 4 people viewing my  blog?&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm funny.  What I don't understand is how some bloggers come up with the craziest names of fruits and vegetables with linen and whatever...The closest I could get would be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bruised brown banana.&lt;/span&gt; Actually, that fits our family perfect. There. I found a name. Just kidding.  Comments, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-4168403687337622709?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/4168403687337622709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=4168403687337622709' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/4168403687337622709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/4168403687337622709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-name.html' title='Blog Name'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-icRs2FIMGAE/TXqxPM8ocVI/AAAAAAAACNs/UF3gm3rTEvg/s72-c/blognames1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-2101903018503108907</id><published>2011-03-04T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T16:11:43.704-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><title type='text'>Spring is in the Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XjV6U6urr5U/TXq45LDb1OI/AAAAAAAACPE/VPVbYjXmDKw/s1600/webimg_7000.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Spring! I felt like a bear coming out of hibernation. The sun was shining and it was a beautiful day.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;seized&lt;/span&gt; the opportunity and we went outside. Owen pedaled his trike no problem.&lt;br /&gt;Concentrate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bCf-bgX6VhI/TXq44h9YRaI/AAAAAAAACO8/5JONyGPcMcY/s1600/webimg_6992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bCf-bgX6VhI/TXq44h9YRaI/AAAAAAAACO8/5JONyGPcMcY/s400/webimg_6992.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582977969407149474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XjV6U6urr5U/TXq45LDb1OI/AAAAAAAACPE/VPVbYjXmDKw/s1600/webimg_7000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XjV6U6urr5U/TXq45LDb1OI/AAAAAAAACPE/VPVbYjXmDKw/s400/webimg_7000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582977980438402274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miles was even happy to get some fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pXWGHtCX5Gs/TXq44QAsLpI/AAAAAAAACO0/OLy1ikYnUU0/s1600/webimg_6997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pXWGHtCX5Gs/TXq44QAsLpI/AAAAAAAACO0/OLy1ikYnUU0/s400/webimg_6997.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582977964589198994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BoYspyaCGPo/TXq44Fj1SGI/AAAAAAAACOs/CMwnsvFOT2Q/s1600/webimg_6991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BoYspyaCGPo/TXq44Fj1SGI/AAAAAAAACOs/CMwnsvFOT2Q/s400/webimg_6991.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582977961783806050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love these boots, but not near as much as Owen. They were the best birthday gift from his Kika. So glad we have them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sf9q5jcyxHg/TXq43sYtgqI/AAAAAAAACOk/Boq9ry6Usa0/s1600/webimg_6981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sf9q5jcyxHg/TXq43sYtgqI/AAAAAAAACOk/Boq9ry6Usa0/s400/webimg_6981.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582977955026272930" 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/9159349984148267710-2101903018503108907?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/2101903018503108907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=2101903018503108907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/2101903018503108907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/2101903018503108907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-is-in-air.html' title='Spring is in the Air'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bCf-bgX6VhI/TXq44h9YRaI/AAAAAAAACO8/5JONyGPcMcY/s72-c/webimg_6992.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-8292282852186214099</id><published>2011-02-28T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T23:35:54.527-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobbies'/><title type='text'>A little inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dbnKzi0OsHM/TWyhMQvwt1I/AAAAAAAACNc/a8mRA9bFzCk/s1600/sunshineprintable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dbnKzi0OsHM/TWyhMQvwt1I/AAAAAAAACNc/a8mRA9bFzCk/s400/sunshineprintable.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579011270430996306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we need reminders to be happy and feel blessed.  I have decided I would like to surround myself with more inspiring quotes, thoughts and words.  I am no graphic designer, but I sure wish I was!  Please feel free to save this and print it paste it whatever. Or if you think I need a degree in graphic design, fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-8292282852186214099?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/8292282852186214099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=8292282852186214099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/8292282852186214099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/8292282852186214099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/02/little-inspiration.html' title='A little inspiration'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dbnKzi0OsHM/TWyhMQvwt1I/AAAAAAAACNc/a8mRA9bFzCk/s72-c/sunshineprintable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-8519216650460332237</id><published>2011-02-27T23:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T23:25:25.041-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobbies'/><title type='text'>My latest project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--GwB3r6I_Lw/TWtJbTODYSI/AAAAAAAACNU/KrGhHLfQO_8/s1600/A1%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--GwB3r6I_Lw/TWtJbTODYSI/AAAAAAAACNU/KrGhHLfQO_8/s400/A1%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578633296793002274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am a strugglefest.  I love a scrapbook. Have you seen the adorable trends now a days? There are some really awesome ideas out there.  I have been wanting to do an ABC book for a really long time, ever since I saw &lt;a href="http://nestingwithgrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/alphabet-book.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post.  Then I saw it in person and I knew it had to be done.  Here is my problem.  In my heart I want to be a scrapper and do all the cute awesome things scrappers do, but I just don't work that way.  I can't keep up with the changing trends and then my ocd doesn't love to look back and see some ugly page I made 2 years ago, so then I just want to change it. And then I don't take/have the time to do it.  So I decided this is the year I will conquer this book for OWEN.  You can imagine that kid has a shiz load of pictures from his first year...it is difficult to narrow it down to 26 letters x 2 page layouts.  So I have debated on the digital scrapbooking vs. paper.  Paper might always win, (ooh but then there is the outdated thing again) but there are a lot of things I don't love about digital.  Here I am rambling and rambling and the whole point is I am amazed I finished 1 page. Thats right 1. 51 more to go...What are you digital scrapbookers going to for ideas? I've been to the shabby princess (pictured above is mostly from their "Happy Go Lucky" kit, which is a FREE download, thank you verry much)  But I struggle for digital to not look cheesy trying to look like paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I make any sense at all?  Check back and see how the rest of the alphabet turns out.  Hey the best part about digital is once Miles is 1 I can simply swap out Owens pics and print again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*oh and please note, I most likely will not come up with any adorable rhyme like Brooke.  This is already far enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-8519216650460332237?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/8519216650460332237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=8519216650460332237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/8519216650460332237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/8519216650460332237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-latest-project.html' title='My latest project'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--GwB3r6I_Lw/TWtJbTODYSI/AAAAAAAACNU/KrGhHLfQO_8/s72-c/A1%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-1755408727589443744</id><published>2011-02-27T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T09:34:44.440-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobbies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miles'/><title type='text'>A Cutie and a Quilt</title><content type='html'>I have meaning to post this for quite some time. Having your second baby doesn't pose such the large task list of projects (although painting and getting a whole other room is a pretty big project). But since my second was a boy I had most everything I needed. 2010 became the year I really got into sewing (that being said, I am not a great sewer, but I LOVE it). So among a few sewing projects I came acrossed a couple of quilt tutorials that I thought I might tight to tackle. Only one actually got conquered, but I am happy about it. I found &lt;a href="http://www.bijoulovelydesigns.com/2010/02/circle-quilt-tutorial-part-one-creating.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; tutorial and fell in love. I am not exactly one for quilts...they might make me think BLEH...and might give me a headache. But this one was modern, fun and best of all, looked pretty easy. I knew I wanted something for my boys to play on and make lots of memories together. So, ladies and gentleman, my first REAL quilt....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578422660299461794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zu9wPOcTRW4/TWqJ2pIjlKI/AAAAAAAACNE/7XeRKPv5rzY/s400/milesquilt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578422959219106146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sVD8_e2zuCU/TWqKICsjYWI/AAAAAAAACNM/M1Bc2RWNUd0/s400/milesquilt2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;by no means am I a pro quilter, but I feel good having accomplished this.  Next on my list a hand stitched quilt. Serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-1755408727589443744?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/1755408727589443744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=1755408727589443744' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/1755408727589443744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/1755408727589443744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/02/cutie-and-quilt.html' title='A Cutie and a Quilt'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zu9wPOcTRW4/TWqJ2pIjlKI/AAAAAAAACNE/7XeRKPv5rzY/s72-c/milesquilt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-4521507566913906416</id><published>2011-02-27T08:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T08:42:54.634-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miles'/><title type='text'>Last Sunday</title><content type='html'>Was a marker of 2 milestones.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xsPqs-sDt7k/TWp9kXxEEwI/AAAAAAAACM8/SR8lhwkk23U/s1600/Owentalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578409152260346626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xsPqs-sDt7k/TWp9kXxEEwI/AAAAAAAACM8/SR8lhwkk23U/s400/Owentalk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1st up...Owen gave his first talk in Primary.  I still can't believe he is a Sunbeam!  He has done wonderful in Primary and his teachers say he is getting better at actually sitting in his chair.  When he gave his talk he was not hesitant or shy one bit.  He sat up in front of everyone without even thinking he might be embarrassed or shy.  When it came time to give his talk he walked right up to the stand and grabbed the microphone and had his whole first line memorized, "I know the scriptures are true."  He then repeated everything I told him perfectly.  We are really proud of him and his confidence.  We know he will continue to shine as a sunbeam. We love you Owen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE8HrZ1LL6I/TWp9j0gLjrI/AAAAAAAACM0/SR8xYQAvUqM/s1600/milessit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578409142794292914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VE8HrZ1LL6I/TWp9j0gLjrI/AAAAAAAACM0/SR8xYQAvUqM/s400/milessit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next in Line: Miles sat up and is officially sitting up all on his own, and I'm pretty sure it all started Sunday when we got home from church.  He just had to one up Owen:)  He is crawling really well and now sits up all on his own and plays wonderfully.  What a cutie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-4521507566913906416?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/4521507566913906416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=4521507566913906416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/4521507566913906416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/4521507566913906416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/02/last-sunday.html' title='Last Sunday'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xsPqs-sDt7k/TWp9kXxEEwI/AAAAAAAACM8/SR8lhwkk23U/s72-c/Owentalk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-1753707277046183993</id><published>2011-02-21T11:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T13:56:31.202-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011 update'/><title type='text'>WE'RE BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ft0hsuaiwfY/TWQv0hYSXvI/AAAAAAAACMk/jGbFmIMR4_c/s1600/owenmileslaugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576634817951457010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ft0hsuaiwfY/TWQv0hYSXvI/AAAAAAAACMk/jGbFmIMR4_c/s400/owenmileslaugh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ridiculous. I know. 6 months since I last posted? REALLY? I was tempted to just delete this blog and pretend it never happened. Buuuuut, I decided I would give it another try. Perhaps this is my year to be the best blogger I can be. Or not. I won't catch you up on EVERYTHING since last I posted, but a quick update on us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576634136118137090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gwfgeGsHRAk/TWQvM1WjkQI/AAAAAAAACMU/ta4btilY4_E/s400/owen3web.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576634405009110482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ESeuekIhdPY/TWQvcfDKNdI/AAAAAAAACMc/sWdsFGTwuGM/s400/owengrouchweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OWEN: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;turned 3. Might be in the middle of the terrible 3's. Still has a sweet side. Asks WAY too many questions. Started PRIMARY in January and loves his teachers GLEB and ASHLYN. Is actuallly retaining some of the things he learns in primary. Got a big boy hair cut. Loves his friends and cousins, asks to see them DAILY. Hides from his dad EVERY DAY when he gets home from work. Adores his baby brother and loves to give him snacks and water. Has become obsessed with: Batman, Superman, Spiderman, and Iron Man. Favorite foods include: cheerios, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, fruit. If you ask him his favorite sports, they are: Golf and Baseball (gee has he been coached much?). Loves Katy Perry's FIREWORK song...sings it all day and asks me to sing it while we dance. Was tearing up this weekend while watching "Curious George" the movie, because the man in the yellow hat sent George back to the jungle. seriously cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576633812053458834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zyIsu8ZwdnA/TWQu5-Hg_5I/AAAAAAAACMM/LgSvtQoB4hw/s400/milescheeks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;MILES:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is coming up on 7 months! Crawling and Sitting up on his own. Smiles nonstop. Loves the sound of his voice. Loves being sang to. Loves his big brother and thinks he is hilarious. Sleeps 12+ hours at night. Is eating and loving solid foods. Sucks two fingers, no thumb. Is a busy body reaching for anything and everthing in sight. Puts everything in his mouth. Gets cuter by the minute. Loves doing rasperries, or just sticking out his tongue for that matter. Loves Pedro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576635042703541794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J4zwHDfjvhw/TWQwBmpXBiI/AAAAAAAACMs/aCeaiYBPGy8/s400/owenmilessmile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANGIE &amp;amp; STEVE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Business as usual...Steve is working hard for the money at Uinta, while I am working hard for the money at home:) Steve has golfed way more than you should in the months of January and February. Business for me is picking up and hopefully continues to do so with the warming up just around the corner...right? I'm still in book club and loving it...last month's read &lt;em&gt;A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. &lt;/em&gt;It was a good read. This month &lt;em&gt;A vintage affair&lt;/em&gt;. I'll let you know on that one. I'm also working on the 3rd book of the Hunger games inbetween books. I like the series. definitely better than some vampire series I heard of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, heres to blogging 2011 like its EVERYBODY'S business. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-1753707277046183993?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/1753707277046183993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=1753707277046183993' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/1753707277046183993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/1753707277046183993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/02/were-back.html' title='WE&apos;RE BACK!'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ft0hsuaiwfY/TWQv0hYSXvI/AAAAAAAACMk/jGbFmIMR4_c/s72-c/owenmileslaugh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-4890429525655411482</id><published>2011-02-16T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T15:55:39.658-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><title type='text'>Golf Already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LC7tKVve_ww/TXq0ZsKplII/AAAAAAAACOc/lILWMCoXc2Y/s1600/webimg_6543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LC7tKVve_ww/TXq0ZsKplII/AAAAAAAACOc/lILWMCoXc2Y/s400/webimg_6543.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582973041524708482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9txmGRVOxg/TXq0ZTdHdXI/AAAAAAAACOU/81IIi4VzX2M/s1600/webimg_6542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9txmGRVOxg/TXq0ZTdHdXI/AAAAAAAACOU/81IIi4VzX2M/s400/webimg_6542.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582973034891277682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lVa195SSFT0/TXq0Yyw67wI/AAAAAAAACOM/-t-rUCyRlPA/s1600/webimg_6535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lVa195SSFT0/TXq0Yyw67wI/AAAAAAAACOM/-t-rUCyRlPA/s400/webimg_6535.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582973026115972866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the middle of February and they are already at it.  I don't think Owen is quite ready for Junior Golf Acadamy, or any sports for that matter, but it makes me smile to see Owen fist pump and say "YES" when he hits the ball.  It also makes me happy to see he's learning from his daddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-4890429525655411482?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/4890429525655411482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=4890429525655411482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/4890429525655411482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/4890429525655411482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/02/golf-already.html' title='Golf Already?'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LC7tKVve_ww/TXq0ZsKplII/AAAAAAAACOc/lILWMCoXc2Y/s72-c/webimg_6543.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-3942435223452960450</id><published>2011-01-01T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T22:38:02.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><title type='text'>Ringing in the New Year</title><content type='html'>We rung in the new year in an original kind of way this year.  On New Year's Eve Steve got the great idea that we would build a mantle. "It'll take what, a couple hours?" When Steve comes up with an idea like this I have to run with it, even if I'm not in the mood to undergo a project.  It is just so unlike him to want to do something like that.  SO around 2 we made it to Lowe's. I had sketched out and measured what I wanted and how much wood.  Let it be known, I was the brains behind this project.  Thanks to the Sawyers for their inspiration (basically this is a rip-off of their mantle.) Owen was super excited to help us out...he was able to use his "Handy Manny" tools. He loved using his screw driver and hammer.  No, the project didn't take 2 hours.  It took more than I even kept track of.  We had the mantle mounted and assembled on the wall by about 11:50 p.m. Just in time to watch the ball drop. Owen was such a trooper, he lasted almost until midnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_1w43iE2_sg/TY11en_KH3I/AAAAAAAACQs/WU5FOTwGtPM/s1600/owentools.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_1w43iE2_sg/TY11en_KH3I/AAAAAAAACQs/WU5FOTwGtPM/s400/owentools.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588251881627066226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7bn8K6-iTUM/TY11fJfIJUI/AAAAAAAACQ0/fRqmiO63oNQ/s1600/387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7bn8K6-iTUM/TY11fJfIJUI/AAAAAAAACQ0/fRqmiO63oNQ/s400/387.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588251890619524418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Year's day consisted of calking and painting. We were proud of ourselves for A. starting and finishing a project and B. making a pretty decent mantle...It has yet to come off the wall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-3942435223452960450?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/3942435223452960450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=3942435223452960450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/3942435223452960450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/3942435223452960450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2011/01/ringing-in-new-year.html' title='Ringing in the New Year'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_1w43iE2_sg/TY11en_KH3I/AAAAAAAACQs/WU5FOTwGtPM/s72-c/owentools.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-871505569667627948</id><published>2010-08-27T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T22:32:03.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love love love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/THifFX2kvnI/AAAAAAAAB-o/NLNlIUpGvfs/s1600/img1481a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510329058738880114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/THifFX2kvnI/AAAAAAAAB-o/NLNlIUpGvfs/s400/img1481a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/THifE2hG04I/AAAAAAAAB-g/Q33ARV_1Y38/s1600/img1477a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510329049790468994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/THifE2hG04I/AAAAAAAAB-g/Q33ARV_1Y38/s400/img1477a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/THifEDmKnwI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/19AKbCq2gh4/s1600/img1480acropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510329036121480962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/THifEDmKnwI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/19AKbCq2gh4/s400/img1480acropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I will treasure these forever.&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/9159349984148267710-871505569667627948?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/871505569667627948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=871505569667627948' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/871505569667627948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/871505569667627948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-love-love.html' title='love love love'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/THifFX2kvnI/AAAAAAAAB-o/NLNlIUpGvfs/s72-c/img1481a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-1728262335477243668</id><published>2010-08-06T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T09:28:45.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Squishy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TFw3YTnDpjI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/kiSLuI5fDRU/s1600/IMG_1265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502333735460382258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TFw3YTnDpjI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/kiSLuI5fDRU/s400/IMG_1265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TFw3X73O4SI/AAAAAAAAB4I/RU728YH8lNc/s1600/IMG_1199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502333729085776162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TFw3X73O4SI/AAAAAAAAB4I/RU728YH8lNc/s400/IMG_1199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On July 25 we welcomed this bundle of cuteness into this world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miles Arthur Seare...came in at 9lbs 2oz...yes we were a little surprised at the size! We are loving every minute of having a new baby in the house.  Even Owen is loving on his baby brother.  More pics to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-1728262335477243668?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/1728262335477243668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=1728262335477243668' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/1728262335477243668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/1728262335477243668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-squishy.html' title='So Squishy...'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TFw3YTnDpjI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/kiSLuI5fDRU/s72-c/IMG_1265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-7685075600872511139</id><published>2010-07-23T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T12:12:20.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TEnof9kTkbI/AAAAAAAAB34/qUGq6DeTxHg/s1600/owen44bcrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497180455982830002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TEnof9kTkbI/AAAAAAAAB34/qUGq6DeTxHg/s400/owen44bcrop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before baby #2 gets here, I wanted to be sure to get some pics of Owen at 2 1/2. We went up to Millcreek for a fire...hotdogs, marshmallows and such...and did these before the fun got started. I got some good shots, but I swear the hardest kid to photograph is my own. Oh well, it was fun and made for a good memory:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TEnnyFhtGUI/AAAAAAAAB3o/WWvDT3uZE0Y/s1600/owen13a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497179667845421378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TEnnyFhtGUI/AAAAAAAAB3o/WWvDT3uZE0Y/s400/owen13a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497179997869937234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TEnoFS9rklI/AAAAAAAAB3w/vV8DUvHdm44/s400/owen23b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;thanks Owen, for the frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TEnnXXv1OFI/AAAAAAAAB3g/gen-KOMvgF4/s1600/owen10bcrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497179208880044114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TEnnXXv1OFI/AAAAAAAAB3g/gen-KOMvgF4/s400/owen10bcrop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497181095974874754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TEnpFNuTLoI/AAAAAAAAB4A/K3EFx_VDd30/s400/owen54a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mark my words, Owen will grow up to walk just like his dad, who walks just like his dad, who probably walks like his dad. Just saying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-7685075600872511139?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/7685075600872511139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=7685075600872511139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/7685075600872511139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/7685075600872511139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2010/07/some-pics.html' title='some pics'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TEnof9kTkbI/AAAAAAAAB34/qUGq6DeTxHg/s72-c/owen44bcrop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-1059837626256146003</id><published>2010-06-17T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T20:34:23.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TBrmt6W1JeI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/q7MAu8M4AOI/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483949172710516194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TBrmt6W1JeI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/q7MAu8M4AOI/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have about a handful of pictures of me pregnant when I was expecting Owen, I didn't really see much purpose for the weekly picture to track my growth...all I remember is I gained A LOT of weight. The picture situation is going about the same this time around, or maybe even worse. I still have no regret/desire about the weekly picture, but I thought I should remember this picture. I am 34 weeks along in this photo. I had just eaten some very delicious shrimp tacos at Cafe Rio in St. George. I was there with 5 of my closest and dearest friends (there are 2 or us missing). We had a weekend getaway and had a blast. Our fun consisted of swimming in an awesome pool, staying up way too late every night, 1-2 naps per day, shopping, and eating lots of delicious food: In'n'Out, Pizza Factory (twice), Lion House rolls, delicious raspberry vanilla cupcakes (can you say bomb.com?), rice crispy treats, coldstone, and water from the gas station...as in from tap but in their cups (hahaha). I think this post went in a couple directions, but either way...I'm glad I had this girls getaway before baby #2 comes and life changes quite drastically! Love you ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-1059837626256146003?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/1059837626256146003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=1059837626256146003' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/1059837626256146003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/1059837626256146003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2010/06/memory.html' title='A memory'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TBrmt6W1JeI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/q7MAu8M4AOI/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-7035413423224460601</id><published>2010-06-17T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T19:57:16.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Baby Kit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TBrfSjZl8YI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/3L6Z8Vjb2yc/s1600/img8414b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483941006110224770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TBrfSjZl8YI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/3L6Z8Vjb2yc/s400/img8414b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is...isn't she a beauty?  Here are the reasons I am so excited she is here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TBrfCQ7DK0I/AAAAAAAAB3I/iHPUiE0Iy3k/s1600/img8381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483940726272371522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TBrfCQ7DK0I/AAAAAAAAB3I/iHPUiE0Iy3k/s400/img8381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It gave me a good excuse to make these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TBreeuQbaXI/AAAAAAAAB3A/eol5_XGNVZ8/s1600/img8379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483940115671378290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TBreeuQbaXI/AAAAAAAAB3A/eol5_XGNVZ8/s400/img8379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and these, and I will be giving them a try for baby Miles on the way as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because who doesn't love a new baby? Because it means it is that much closer to the time Miles will be here. Because it gives me a little baby girl to craft for and use as a model. and because I love to see how Owen's mind is turning when it comes to Baby Kit.  Today he asked me what happened to Katrina's tummy? I thought wow! He noticed.  I told him Baby Kit came out of Katrina's tummy.  He then lifted my shirt and said he wanted Baby Kit to come out:).  Yesterday I asked him if he wanted to feel Miles kick, he said "I kick!" and proceeded to attempt to karate kick me in the belly.  Kinda funny.&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/9159349984148267710-7035413423224460601?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/7035413423224460601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=7035413423224460601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/7035413423224460601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/7035413423224460601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2010/06/welcome-baby-kit.html' title='Welcome Baby Kit!'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TBrfSjZl8YI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/3L6Z8Vjb2yc/s72-c/img8414b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-2881506905279574014</id><published>2010-06-17T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T10:13:50.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>In early may, we got to celebrate Owen's friend, Deacon's birthday!  Soph did a great job with a red "cars" theme.  We had a great time having fun in the sun and watching the kids play, although, Owen didn't play much. He kept to himself for the the most part eating his carrot sticks and playing drums on his shoes with those carrot sticks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TBpVc2CzX1I/AAAAAAAAB2w/m1-zXnFlL4U/s1600/img6770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483789450308968274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TBpVc2CzX1I/AAAAAAAAB2w/m1-zXnFlL4U/s400/img6770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the Birthday Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TBpVESA32KI/AAAAAAAAB2o/jhuCjoN4sK8/s1600/img6742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483789028320336034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TBpVESA32KI/AAAAAAAAB2o/jhuCjoN4sK8/s400/img6742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the adorable and DELICOUS spread. Soph had bags to fill with lots of fun treats.  You better believe I filled a bag just for me. Owen doesn't need candy anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TBpUpmzLeII/AAAAAAAAB2g/vSfojOPp_yM/s1600/img6738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483788570043578498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TBpUpmzLeII/AAAAAAAAB2g/vSfojOPp_yM/s400/img6738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a better view...Sophia always outdoes herself with a theme! It was so cute with all the jars of candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TBpTZozrpsI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/xVvDdfqoR5I/s1600/img6811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483787196193023682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TBpTZozrpsI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/xVvDdfqoR5I/s400/img6811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made this little cutout for a photo-op for all the kids...some loved it, some hated it, and then there was Owen that could care less either way apparently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483790170042575842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TBpWGvQqq-I/AAAAAAAAB24/j-fAyiDSvD4/s400/img6804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Owen was thrilled to get TWO popsicles!  At Sophia's house anything goes! He was dancing and loving it.  Thanks Soph for a great party and Happy Birthday Deacon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-2881506905279574014?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/2881506905279574014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=2881506905279574014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/2881506905279574014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/2881506905279574014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2010/06/birthday-party.html' title='A Birthday Party'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TBpVc2CzX1I/AAAAAAAAB2w/m1-zXnFlL4U/s72-c/img6770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-4827599654727826272</id><published>2010-06-07T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T21:33:24.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Owen version 2.50</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TA3CskmcH8I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/tVmJjoKJ72M/s1600/img8333web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480250392574697410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TA3CskmcH8I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/tVmJjoKJ72M/s400/img8333web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TA3CsNHzI-I/AAAAAAAAB2I/QL9cmfzIt6A/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480250386272166882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TA3CsNHzI-I/AAAAAAAAB2I/QL9cmfzIt6A/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TA3CrUzGz7I/AAAAAAAAB2A/_8bBykw_yGw/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480250371152990130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TA3CrUzGz7I/AAAAAAAAB2A/_8bBykw_yGw/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;somethings about my 2.5 year old...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*he loves fruits and vegetables, as well as candy, popsicles, crackers and fruit snacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*he loves his daddy. He gets really sad when he has to leave for work or church (it is one or the other everytime)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*he loves all of his friends. He gets so excited to see them and it is always motivation for him to take a bath and get dressed. He says "I look nice"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*he still carries around his posse, but it has grown, and some others are more favored than others...Teddy is still #1, then mickey mouse that he took over from my aunt that is probably about 20 years old, then elmo, then a blue monkey he calls manny, an elephant he calls ellie, and there are probably 5+ but lets not get crazy naming them all.  It is a battle to A. get him to go to sleep with just a select 3 or 4 or B. get him to leave the house/car with just a couple. He insists that they ALL come.  I have really learned what it means to "choose your battles"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*he loves to feed the ducks.  On my mom's birthday we went and fed the ducks at Murray park.  The next day he brought me the whole loaf of bread saying he wanted bread.  I gave him a slice although I thought it odd to snack on just bread, he tore it into little pieces and threw them to Pedro and ate some himself.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*he loves his helmet and elbow/knee pads.  He will wear his helmet all day in the house, driving around in the car, etc, etc.  He wore his pads most of the evening tonight and would intentionally make himself fall (on carpet) and then promptly say "I ok".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*he says "whats this?" and "Whats that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*it seems that he is potty training himself, with a little effort from me.  he takes off his diaper everytime he pees and lets me know he has a wet diaper. hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*he is bossy.  We listen to "his" songs in the car. We are generally not allowed to sing or dance along.  He will yell at us "no sing!"  or he will yell at me TO sing.  sheesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*he is becoming more and more independent.  He says "I do it myself" or "I try it" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I think he has selective hearing when it comes to baby brother on the way. We ask him, who's in mommy's belly? Where's he going to sleep(which once he told Steve outside)? Whats baby's name? But he will not even acknowledge you for the most part.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*we watched superman a while back and it really left an impact on him.  For one, he kept asking "what happened to chupaman?" (he fell in the water, but he got better, because he is superman) and for another, he is now obsessed with his hooded towels, because he thinks and says "I am chupaman"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a couple recent stories I cannot forget...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One Sunday Owen was feeling a little under the weather and was just sitting on my lap and snuggling during Sacrament meeting.  I could feel the baby moving at the same time and I just felt overwhelmed with love.  I know Miles will love his big brother and look up to him so much and I know Owen will be such an awesome loving brother.  I feel so blessed to be a mother...of 2 almost!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day Steve and I were lying in bed and Owen was not yet awake.  Pretty soon I heard some movement and in comes Owen...bedhead and pajamas with a huge grin and my slurpee from the night before.  He was delighted to have his "juice." All we could do was laugh because it was really adorable. And then I promptly took it away. Sorry, its just not the way to start off your morning little boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this kid more and more everyday.  I still see the sweet little face I did when he was brand new, but now with more character, personality and charm.  He is such a joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-4827599654727826272?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/4827599654727826272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=4827599654727826272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/4827599654727826272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/4827599654727826272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2010/06/owen-version-250.html' title='Owen version 2.50'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/TA3CskmcH8I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/tVmJjoKJ72M/s72-c/img8333web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-2774079441409122901</id><published>2010-04-02T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T13:31:06.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dresser...before and after</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S7ZFQYk9uII/AAAAAAAAB0g/GOYA2BdlitE/s1600/IMG_2250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455624146383648898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S7ZFQYk9uII/AAAAAAAAB0g/GOYA2BdlitE/s400/IMG_2250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S7ZFP1_3AaI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/SQRa2o2j0_U/s1600/IMG_2248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455624137101214114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S7ZFP1_3AaI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/SQRa2o2j0_U/s400/IMG_2248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S7ZFPmK-EbI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/7T_Y57CFXHg/s1600/IMG_2247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455624132852847026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S7ZFPmK-EbI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/7T_Y57CFXHg/s400/IMG_2247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455624177082844994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S7ZFSK8OR0I/AAAAAAAAB0w/GMuDeskizNU/s400/dresser2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455624152222711458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S7ZFQuVGvqI/AAAAAAAAB0o/mE1TVJEvgII/s400/dresser1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455624717145077666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S7ZFxm1F96I/AAAAAAAAB1A/IJI8Y3sd58g/s400/dresser4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455624714924922914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S7ZFxejxGCI/AAAAAAAAB04/RqpPEZrlbio/s400/dresser3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I still have lots of projects...some further along than others, but this one has actually been finished for over a month and a half! I'm just too lazy to post, basically. More to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-2774079441409122901?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/2774079441409122901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=2774079441409122901' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/2774079441409122901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/2774079441409122901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2010/03/dresserbefore-and-after.html' title='The Dresser...before and after'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S7ZFQYk9uII/AAAAAAAAB0g/GOYA2BdlitE/s72-c/IMG_2250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-5575104157105473026</id><published>2010-04-02T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T13:35:17.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S7ZUt4uikXI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/Y0O0pTxYDwU/s1600/img4096b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455641145904370034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S7ZUt4uikXI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/Y0O0pTxYDwU/s400/img4096b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S7ZUs-qW2nI/AAAAAAAAB1I/aRP7kXQ9QMc/s1600/img4092a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455641130317568626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S7ZUs-qW2nI/AAAAAAAAB1I/aRP7kXQ9QMc/s400/img4092a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen is pretty good for me he will "mile" or what we call smile, but only for a limited time.  This is about as good as it gets at age 2. Happy Easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-5575104157105473026?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/5575104157105473026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=5575104157105473026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/5575104157105473026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/5575104157105473026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter.'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S7ZUt4uikXI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/Y0O0pTxYDwU/s72-c/img4096b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-2643930317856221285</id><published>2010-03-10T13:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T13:14:11.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Has spring sprung?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S5gKqgR6fKI/AAAAAAAAByg/28Oj32TDxY4/s1600-h/110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447115474640469154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S5gKqgR6fKI/AAAAAAAAByg/28Oj32TDxY4/s400/110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen and his awesome new wagon he got for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S5gKqOIXNOI/AAAAAAAAByY/9vYB99NFumU/s1600-h/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447115469768570082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S5gKqOIXNOI/AAAAAAAAByY/9vYB99NFumU/s400/105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S5gKp3WltpI/AAAAAAAAByQ/-851lVUNF10/s1600-h/107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447115463654225554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S5gKp3WltpI/AAAAAAAAByQ/-851lVUNF10/s400/107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pregnant sillhouette. *you may or may not know...yes we are expecting another boy in July*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447115484047819794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S5gKrDUzRBI/AAAAAAAAByo/6FFr0iEbrjo/s400/109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to make an appearance on this blog every once in a while, right...and what better than a very uneasy self portrait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took advantage of the warm weather and went for a walk...well I walked and Owen rode in his wagon.  He directed me which way to go, and would tell me "top" to go up a hill.  I was pretty tired after that.  I don't want to be to presumptious to say that spring has sprung, but it is starting to feel like it.  I hope so!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-2643930317856221285?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/2643930317856221285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=2643930317856221285' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/2643930317856221285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/2643930317856221285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2010/03/has-spring-sprung.html' title='Has spring sprung?'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S5gKqgR6fKI/AAAAAAAAByg/28Oj32TDxY4/s72-c/110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-308185960813929040</id><published>2010-03-10T13:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T13:07:13.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucket Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S5gJjujBLDI/AAAAAAAAByA/yifYuDoDdJE/s1600-h/089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447114258699594802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S5gJjujBLDI/AAAAAAAAByA/yifYuDoDdJE/s400/089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S5gJi2A_ydI/AAAAAAAABx4/EW9ptbCEYkA/s1600-h/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447114243524512210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S5gJi2A_ydI/AAAAAAAABx4/EW9ptbCEYkA/s400/088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447114268970755202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S5gJkUz2pII/AAAAAAAAByI/OP_xobwKAeg/s400/091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Owen is at the hilarious stage that if he can't see you, then you must not see him.  He often poses the question "where Owen go?"  One night we looked over and he just had a bucket on his head. not sure where he got the idea, but pretty funny in my book. Love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-308185960813929040?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/308185960813929040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=308185960813929040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/308185960813929040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/308185960813929040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2010/03/bucket-head.html' title='Bucket Head'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S5gJjujBLDI/AAAAAAAAByA/yifYuDoDdJE/s72-c/089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-8375190938444595477</id><published>2010-02-11T13:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:36:54.187-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naptime'/><title type='text'>I don't want to wake him, but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S3R368qNbpI/AAAAAAAABwE/KBDmPIe3E-Q/s1600-h/img2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437102504742317714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S3R368qNbpI/AAAAAAAABwE/KBDmPIe3E-Q/s400/img2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S3R36Km4IuI/AAAAAAAABv8/zbp8yfknWeA/s1600-h/img1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437102491306566370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S3R36Km4IuI/AAAAAAAABv8/zbp8yfknWeA/s400/img1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this can't be comfortable...is the blood draining from his legs? And I'm working right next to him on my desk and he has one stinky diaper.  I think I will wait it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-8375190938444595477?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/8375190938444595477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=8375190938444595477' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/8375190938444595477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/8375190938444595477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dont-want-to-wake-him-but.html' title='I don&apos;t want to wake him, but...'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S3R368qNbpI/AAAAAAAABwE/KBDmPIe3E-Q/s72-c/img2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-5125644017506457186</id><published>2010-02-10T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T17:26:19.801-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wagon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='January 2010'/><title type='text'>This is what Owen is like at 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[I give up. What December and January brought for us was great, but I will never ever be caught up if I try to go back, and so I won't. January was really mello. We took a little trip to SG which was fun but I could have used some HI. owell. Owen and I have been having fun hanging out at home and bumming around. I have been working on lots of different projects..one of which I will be posting before and afters really soon...get excited. I have taken random shots here and there of Owen just being Owen here at home...so here are my unedited pics...if I edit that just makes it longer until I post...so for now they will have to do!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S3NbyPfppvI/AAAAAAAABq0/7CkYe6X4AzM/s1600-h/IMG_2268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436790093877192434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S3NbyPfppvI/AAAAAAAABq0/7CkYe6X4AzM/s400/IMG_2268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; whenever he sees/wears glasses he must remember the one time he saw Stockton wearing them because he says..."like Stockton"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S3Nbxq0g_TI/AAAAAAAABqs/LYbHCvhlrhE/s1600-h/IMG_2275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436790084032593202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S3Nbxq0g_TI/AAAAAAAABqs/LYbHCvhlrhE/s400/IMG_2275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S3NbxB2U1WI/AAAAAAAABqk/ybbxgmZsmhQ/s1600-h/IMG_2259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436790073034331490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S3NbxB2U1WI/AAAAAAAABqk/ybbxgmZsmhQ/s400/IMG_2259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; our sweet little Zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S3NbwSu6dtI/AAAAAAAABqc/c3YZtY48hbE/s1600-h/IMG_2278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436790060386776786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S3NbwSu6dtI/AAAAAAAABqc/c3YZtY48hbE/s400/IMG_2278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loves cookies!  If I bake anything in the Oven, he says "cookies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S3Nbvwh8i2I/AAAAAAAABqU/mt7A9UPo3LA/s1600-h/IMG_2256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436790051205581666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S3Nbvwh8i2I/AAAAAAAABqU/mt7A9UPo3LA/s400/IMG_2256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; trying out the new wagon...taking teddy for a spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what Owen is like now a days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*he has a posse...teddy, elmo, other teddy and the other teddy and we have just added manny the monkey. He trucks them all over the house and often insists on taking them with us out of the house (grammas, store, whereever)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*shouts "Ang" if he feels mom doesn't cutting it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*says "ready be nice" when I say things like "no more candy," "no more chocolate milk," "no you cannot have captn crunch for dinner" Because he must be in trouble if I am saying no? I try to explain...you are being nice, but you are done...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*he is doing great in a toddler bed. He has been in since around October and initially I would sit in his room (not lay with him, I couldn't bring myself to start that habbit) until he fell asleep. We have made lots of progress since then...we go through our bedtime routine (stories, prayers, songs) and now I can give him a kiss and a squeeze, say goodnight and leave the door open and he is asleep like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*he is singing along with a lot of songs...I mean his nighttime songs twinkle twinkle little star, I am a child of God and he has been picking up on his nursery songs we listen to in the car...goofy nursery rhymes and stuff. It is really cute to hear him sing and I get a little sentimental to think he is learning stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*he loves to be a helper...I've been working on a few projects here at home and he likes to bring "mommys tools" and "glubs" and tries to do heavy lifting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*he loves his "frens" and cousins. He will go through and name them all...and he really loves "Joelf". Ha I love her, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*When I make something for breakfast, lunch or dinner, he likes to give me the run down "cook it firs" he will say and then he will say "HAH" (you know, hot) and then "NOH HAH anymore" We are working on the "t" sound as in papa SCOTT not papa CAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-5125644017506457186?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/5125644017506457186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=5125644017506457186' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/5125644017506457186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/5125644017506457186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-what-owen-is-like-at-2.html' title='This is what Owen is like at 2'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S3NbyPfppvI/AAAAAAAABq0/7CkYe6X4AzM/s72-c/IMG_2268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-7388657106010589585</id><published>2010-01-25T18:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T09:49:18.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owen is 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432217697309493746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S2MdNu65CfI/AAAAAAAABkk/3fP2SeW4zY0/s400/img0493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S2MdOjQ51qI/AAAAAAAABk0/zV7l4s9h4mI/s1600-h/IMG_0703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432217711360464546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S2MdOjQ51qI/AAAAAAAABk0/zV7l4s9h4mI/s400/IMG_0703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S2MdOITV2aI/AAAAAAAABks/m-epjE9ak5o/s1600-h/img0499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432217704122931618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S2MdOITV2aI/AAAAAAAABks/m-epjE9ak5o/s400/img0499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S15PWXx5saI/AAAAAAAABh8/orSaQVbsaDs/s1600-h/Dec09+230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430865446414430626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S15PWXx5saI/AAAAAAAABh8/orSaQVbsaDs/s400/Dec09+230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432217722965642754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S2MdPOfyzgI/AAAAAAAABk8/GuYr922LtKQ/s400/IMG_0714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Owen is 2! I can't even believe it when I think about it.  On his actual birthday we got up and I made pancakes and FINALLY put to use the plate I made when Owen he was about 5 months old.  We had a lot of celebrations with family and friends...and Owen became a pro at blowing out candles and singing "happy birthday to you..."  We had a playdate with a bunch Owen's buddies and did a little airplane theme (I taught myself how to make airplane balloons...now hiring for birthday parties, pool parties, weddings, showers, etc.). He greeted all his friends with such excitement it was so fun to see.  I had to post the last picture because I thought it was so funny/cute.  His friend/future wife Ella gave him a football.  When everybody left he layed down for some quiet time and instead of his usual teddy/elmo/other teddy he snuggled with his new football. hilarious.  2 is so fun...he can pretty much verbalize anything he wants and is getting to have such a sense of humor...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night Steve was fake sleeping and Owen was trying to creep up on him and put his BIG TOE on Steve's eyelid.  Steve couldn't even stay fake asleep it was so funny.  Where did he even get this idea?  I love this kid!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-7388657106010589585?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/7388657106010589585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=7388657106010589585' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/7388657106010589585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/7388657106010589585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2010/01/owen-is-2.html' title='Owen is 2!'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S2MdNu65CfI/AAAAAAAABkk/3fP2SeW4zY0/s72-c/img0493.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-4934091058802268563</id><published>2010-01-05T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T16:13:22.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking warm thoughts....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S0PVjAU-yUI/AAAAAAAABb0/SSijov6NfBg/s1600-h/img4552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423413173644347714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S0PVjAU-yUI/AAAAAAAABb0/SSijov6NfBg/s400/img4552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S0PVY-2_4BI/AAAAAAAABbs/RrGtTfN5hcs/s1600-h/img4547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423413001451462674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S0PVY-2_4BI/AAAAAAAABbs/RrGtTfN5hcs/s400/img4547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S0PVLSq5mdI/AAAAAAAABbk/ceU3jxHLMIs/s1600-h/img4542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423412766251260370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S0PVLSq5mdI/AAAAAAAABbk/ceU3jxHLMIs/s400/img4542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S0PU_IxI83I/AAAAAAAABbc/L5RfZ-etXxk/s1600-h/img4534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423412557434647410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S0PU_IxI83I/AAAAAAAABbc/L5RfZ-etXxk/s400/img4534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S0PUemnvqeI/AAAAAAAABbU/LWyRNbuslTw/s1600-h/img4512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423411998512622050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S0PUemnvqeI/AAAAAAAABbU/LWyRNbuslTw/s400/img4512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S0PUNqpwS9I/AAAAAAAABbM/sfyvqhh31pM/s1600-h/img4506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423411707537017810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S0PUNqpwS9I/AAAAAAAABbM/sfyvqhh31pM/s400/img4506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;January is great...business slows down a little and I can work on more personal things and catch up! We went to California in September with Steve's family. We go every other year and I LOVE IT...I need to move there. I was just going through these and thought I would post a few. Unfortunately our trip was cut short this year. These pics are from our last day and we certainly made the most of it! It was really fun to see Owen have so much fun with his cousins and the ocean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-4934091058802268563?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/4934091058802268563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=4934091058802268563' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/4934091058802268563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/4934091058802268563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2010/01/thinking-warm-thoughts.html' title='Thinking warm thoughts....'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/S0PVjAU-yUI/AAAAAAAABb0/SSijov6NfBg/s72-c/img4552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-5544765325363647958</id><published>2009-12-16T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:03:25.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In honor of 6 years of marriage...</title><content type='html'>I thought I would post 6 pics from our wedding. It was so long ago, that it was all shot in film, so I scanned these in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/Sym6BEl7vJI/AAAAAAAABaM/2-8ajpMxHpE/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416064554465213586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/Sym6BEl7vJI/AAAAAAAABaM/2-8ajpMxHpE/s400/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the mob waiting outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/Sym6A_cS-YI/AAAAAAAABaE/uWU4JoZGK1w/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416064553082616194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/Sym6A_cS-YI/AAAAAAAABaE/uWU4JoZGK1w/s400/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I remember it was a warm day in December...I swear it was 53 degrees that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/Sym6AsdBtQI/AAAAAAAABZ8/TnGIgeObbwM/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416064547985405186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/Sym6AsdBtQI/AAAAAAAABZ8/TnGIgeObbwM/s400/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love that smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/Sym6AYZwEqI/AAAAAAAABZ0/P9mWh2FnLnQ/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416064542602957474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/Sym6AYZwEqI/AAAAAAAABZ0/P9mWh2FnLnQ/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I heard that its good luck when someone steps on your dress...so far so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416064560920582226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/Sym6BcpA2FI/AAAAAAAABaU/a-WLQzkSflc/s400/scan0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our reception was such a fun time had by all. There was music and dancing and homemade mexican food. which I did not get one bite of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416064635057787186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/Sym6Fw0s0TI/AAAAAAAABac/Eym_L-lSwdM/s400/scan0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the cake!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love you steve...here is to 6 more years!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-5544765325363647958?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/5544765325363647958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=5544765325363647958' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/5544765325363647958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/5544765325363647958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-honor-of-6-years-of-marriage.html' title='In honor of 6 years of marriage...'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/Sym6BEl7vJI/AAAAAAAABaM/2-8ajpMxHpE/s72-c/scan0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-6399608375020559465</id><published>2009-12-03T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T20:41:30.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little note</title><content type='html'>I am ridiculously behind on my blogging, so behind that I am already planning to be better...later. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real reason for this post is because I feel like I should make an anouncement...if you are friends with my friend Casi....you need to check out her new blog.  I am that excited to see her blog again.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.heartsinspireus.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.heartsinspireus.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-6399608375020559465?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/6399608375020559465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=6399608375020559465' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/6399608375020559465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/6399608375020559465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-little-note.html' title='Just a little note'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-2834312247964683514</id><published>2009-11-27T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T09:03:04.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am thankful for these things, and so much more!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Aunts&lt;/strong&gt;. I have the best aunts that jump at the opportunity to watch Owen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boys&lt;/strong&gt;...love raising a boy that loves boy things...cars, trucks and  copters. Also he thinks farts are hilarious. BOYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cousins&lt;/strong&gt; my cousins are like my sisters. I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dads&lt;/strong&gt;...mine, steve's and Owen's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eggs&lt;/strong&gt;...really. I eat eggs and toast at least 3 times a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends&lt;/strong&gt;. I am thankful for ALL of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gospel&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm thankful for the guidance it gives me and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hands&lt;/strong&gt;. I love working with my hands...mostly crafting it up latelyI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jogging stroller&lt;/strong&gt;, although lately it hasn't gotten much use I'm  thankful to have it! It has come in very handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kitchen aid mixer&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm thankful this makes my baking from scratch a  breeze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Legs&lt;/strong&gt;. I remember training for the marathon and thinking how fortunate  I am to have the use of my legs. How often are simple things like body  parts taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother&lt;/strong&gt;...thankful to be one and that Steve and I both have great  mothers that do a lot for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Night time&lt;/strong&gt;. When Owen is in bed I can get caught up on work and my dvr  distraction free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Owen&lt;/strong&gt;. He makes EVERYTHING more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prayers&lt;/strong&gt;. I know they are answered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiet time&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm an only child and really appreciate silence and alone  time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reading&lt;/strong&gt;. I love book club and all the fun books we read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steve.&lt;/strong&gt; My husband is a hard working man. He is a wonderful husband and  father. He is a friend to everyone he meets and he's my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TV&lt;/strong&gt;...I am thankful for all the shows that keep me good'n'lazy. 30  rock, Dexter, the office and the soup are a few of my faves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vacations&lt;/strong&gt;. I love time away from reality. Especially if that means  Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm thankful we both have work and are able to provide for our family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the best I could do... Hope you had a Happy Thanksgiving! I am thankful for you because you take the time to read my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-2834312247964683514?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/2834312247964683514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=2834312247964683514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/2834312247964683514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/2834312247964683514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-thankful-for-these-things-and-so.html' title='I am thankful for these things, and so much more!'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-2611351046461496585</id><published>2009-10-30T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T22:32:10.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoo! Hoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/SuvLG8cpooI/AAAAAAAABT8/822pgBzEwK0/s1600-h/Halloweencard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398631898499621506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/SuvLG8cpooI/AAAAAAAABT8/822pgBzEwK0/s400/Halloweencard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Yes, I think I'm clever:)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-2611351046461496585?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/2611351046461496585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=2611351046461496585' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/2611351046461496585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/2611351046461496585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2009/10/hoo-hoo.html' title='Hoo! 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Where to start? On saturday I ran in the St. George Marathon for my 2nd time. I got up nice and early. Not really nervous but just contemplating the task ahead of me. I rode up with Steve's cousins...Becky, Esther and Phil. We then met up with their cousins Burke and Joanie. I'm glad that I had them there to get me laughing and just to have someone I know! Phil and I decided we were shooting for the same time, so we started out together...we were shooting for "9's" (that is 9 minute miles). The race started out super dark and super cold. At the starting line they have many bonfires as well as hot chocolate, but once you start its up to you to get warm. I think it was around mile 3 that I started asking myself...is this really what I want to do? (they have shuttles and they are mighty tempting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389192608884363234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/SspCH-a2j-I/AAAAAAAABMU/iw108-rxLVs/s400/marathon+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt; this is me at mile 6...feeling really good actually and pretty sure I have another 20 in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389192617779521586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/SspCIfjn6DI/AAAAAAAABMc/vrXStrW-uXs/s400/marathon+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Here is my running buddy Phil...we would get ahead of each other here and there, but always found each other eventually. We actually finished 21 seconds apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/SspCI6ZOdzI/AAAAAAAABMk/Z_7YfJUz2p8/s1600-h/marathon+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389192624983668530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/SspCI6ZOdzI/AAAAAAAABMk/Z_7YfJUz2p8/s400/marathon+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Coming into Veyo...this little town where I think probably every resident came out along with the high school band to cheer us on. I love the locals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389192632878796754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/SspCJXzkj9I/AAAAAAAABMs/ybrQx3K_dz0/s400/marathon+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After mile 7 is when things got really rough. This is the beginning of about a 5 mile incline. This was probably the worst of it. But they were tough! I was very proud of myself NEVER stopping to walk.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389192640000158210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/SspCJyVb6gI/AAAAAAAABM0/a_2oNivCzgA/s400/marathon+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same hill, better light, and further up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389193941611033906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/SspDVjNptTI/AAAAAAAABM8/GQUDRQ3Hi_U/s400/marathon+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;almost to the top of that hill...click to enlarge to see the trail of all the people...I think they said it was about 5200 runners that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389193952754509954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/SspDWMudqII/AAAAAAAABNE/UcMGEIudJR4/s400/marathon+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coming into Snow Canyon...about mile 15. I love the beautiful redrock. I stopped once and that was at mile 13 (.1) to stretch. My legs were getting nice and tight. But I think it gave me a burst of energy! I was feeling so good by mile 16...where Steve and My mom were supposed to meet me, but I beat them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389193958965528162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/SspDWj3SRmI/AAAAAAAABNM/UDOoK2-YR7M/s400/marathon+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389193968387461586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/SspDXG9pkdI/AAAAAAAABNU/BtvqlrcDBmw/s400/marathon+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389193971281263890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/SspDXRvlfRI/AAAAAAAABNc/SYvw5nLDWL4/s400/marathon+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think this was around 17 or 18. I heard some guy talking "ok, we are coming up on a hill, take it nice and easy, no need to do anything fancy here." I was thinking WHO DOES THIS GUY THINK HE IS? I turned around to see that he was the 4:00 pacer. oh. that's who he thinks he is. an elite runner showing people how to run a marathon. duh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the good news is...he never passed me and most of the time before that I thought he was ahead of me!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389194937445551970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/SspEPg_Gj2I/AAAAAAAABNk/wtsCmd0bC_U/s400/marathon+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a helicopter...there were a few flying by us, and I took a picture because it made me think of Owen. He loves them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After mile 16 it was pretty much ALL downhill, and I think why this explains why I have been unable to walk faster than my 2 year old for 3 days now. At about mile 23 my feet were killing...I thought for sure there would be blood (turns out no blood just really humungous blisters on the balls of my feet). At mile 24 I caught up to Phil, who I hadn't seen since about mile 20. At mile 25 there were people with soaking wet cold washcloths...GLORIOUS (and I remember that being just as wonderful last time,too).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was dead by this point and really hoping I wasn't going to vomit. I turned a corner and saw the finish line! It was about a couple tenths of a mile. I was looking carefully for my family (didn't want to miss them AGAIN) and they were RIGHT at the finish line. So they were all there cheering me on and got to see me cross. I was so happy to see them, although last time I started hyperventalating. Luckily that didn't happen. I really wanted to get a picture of the finish line, but I was in no picture taking mood. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I finished at 3:58:08&lt;/strong&gt;. I started to grab everything in sight...a popsicle, grapes, melons, wash cloths...but where the heck was the water? I found that to be really odd...there were 2 really long lines...one for soda and another for water. I thought that was so strange. I just ran 26.2 miles and now I have to wait in line for water? weird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No picture of me at the finish line, but I may acquire one later...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389194948460608610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/SspEQKBS_GI/AAAAAAAABNs/ZV3ypRb-GCQ/s400/marathon+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and my #1 fans. Love my boys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389194951438060850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/SspEQVHLTTI/AAAAAAAABN0/gP-JhNvBpzE/s400/marathon+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And here I am with my big shiny medal. Thank Heavens it is over. Til next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-5283033083921590127?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/5283033083921590127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=5283033083921590127' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/5283033083921590127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/5283033083921590127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2009/10/that-was-doozy.html' title='That was a doozy'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/SspCH-a2j-I/AAAAAAAABMU/iw108-rxLVs/s72-c/marathon+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-2623430775783623049</id><published>2009-10-01T11:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:56:36.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer snapshots....part 6</title><content type='html'>Ridiculous, I know, but I have LOTS of catching up to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387706623452307634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/SsT6oPTk4LI/AAAAAAAABMM/9tExoXCQl_M/s400/4th+collageweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is how our 4th of July went...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got up nice and early to run 9 miles. My family put on a yardsale and undoubtedly had lots of fun laughing, visiting, and eating. Went to a barbeque at The Seare's and Owen consumed ice cream sandwich, wrestled with his daddy, consumed popsicle, and chilled naked for a lot of the evening. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss you summer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**if anything seemed a little off in the last post, you can thank my husband. He thinks he's funny**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-2623430775783623049?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/2623430775783623049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=2623430775783623049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/2623430775783623049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/2623430775783623049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2009/10/summer-snapshotspart-6.html' title='summer snapshots....part 6'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/SsT6oPTk4LI/AAAAAAAABMM/9tExoXCQl_M/s72-c/4th+collageweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-8606736123646142212</id><published>2009-09-30T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:29:05.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When life gives you zucchinis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/SsO1IP3_B5I/AAAAAAAABLc/RAVejdB5Z6k/s1600-h/img4630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387348732570175378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/SsO1IP3_B5I/AAAAAAAABLc/RAVejdB5Z6k/s200/img4630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Make Zucchini Bread!&lt;br /&gt;3 c flour&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp soda&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;3 tsp cinnamon (&lt;strong&gt;the best part&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;2 c sugar&lt;br /&gt;4 c shredded zucchini&lt;br /&gt;4 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 c oil&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c nuts&lt;br /&gt;20 cups of love...because you have to love what you make. so...don't forget this ingredient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;place all dry ingredients in bowl. Make a well in cener and add other ingredients. stir until dampened. bake at 350 for 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the past 3 weeks I have tried a couple recipes and this one is my favorite. I love that it makes my house smell like cinnamon, therefore, fall.&lt;br /&gt;My mom and aunts keep giving me these humongous zucchinis, and I keep eating them! What else do I do with them you ask? Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I slice them, salt and pepper them and sautee them in olive oil and then sprinkle with cheese (a mexican cheese similar to mozzerella)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cut them up and add them to my spagetti sauce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cut them up and add them to chicken stir fry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when I am feeling really lazy and I don't have much in the cupboards, I cut them up, steam them and add to top ramen (for me) or mac'n'cheese (for me and Owen). This way I don't feel like a complete failure. HA!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159349984148267710-8606736123646142212?l=angiems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/feeds/8606736123646142212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159349984148267710&amp;postID=8606736123646142212' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/8606736123646142212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159349984148267710/posts/default/8606736123646142212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiems.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-life-gives-you-zucchinis.html' title='When life gives you zucchinis...'/><author><name>*Angie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11235132975525215421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/R4BcD3RG17I/AAAAAAAAACE/IVhIOPavfjo/S220/IMG_1002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/SsO1IP3_B5I/AAAAAAAABLc/RAVejdB5Z6k/s72-c/img4630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159349984148267710.post-2795649019505478345</id><published>2009-09-29T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T15:23:33.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little angel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/SsKItbAOc6I/AAAAAAAABLU/gXeiq_hR25U/s1600-h/img3841aweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387018418212729762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIufe7Knzo0/SsKItbAOc6I/AAAAAAAABLU/gXeiq_hR25U/s200/img3841aweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the honor and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of meeting sweet little Ava on 09/09/
