<?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-31153073</id><updated>2012-01-08T14:19:17.809-09:00</updated><title type='text'>My Happily Ever After</title><subtitle type='html'>The Life I've Always Dreamed of...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-3214339010854090724</id><published>2011-11-26T18:32:00.018-09:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T21:40:57.641-09:00</updated><title type='text'>On to a new adventure...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our new backyard! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679535678596113714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gft5d1HIsSI/TtHDm7Pg5TI/AAAAAAAABm0/G00FbhWigWo/s400/Fall%2BBreezewood.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So... we've decided to make the move. To &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wasilla&lt;/span&gt; that is. We have loved our chapter in Valdez, but feel that the time has come to move closer to family and our friends in that part of the State. Of course, I have mixed feelings about the move, but I know in my heart it's the right thing for our family. But here's the catch: We found out 2 weeks ago, and I am due to have Baby Jack in 4 weeks. And.... my kiddos like to come three weeks early. Meaning that when we leave next week, I should be good and ready to go into labor. Moving while this pregnant isn't the most fun, but I suppose it's better than moving with a newborn!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679532002394351282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_viZabdxoqI/TtHAQ8UtprI/AAAAAAAABmo/kqSoOPB8BbE/s400/Breezewood%2BHouse.jpg" /&gt;So... in the last two weeks we have accepted a new job, bought a house, sold a house, found a doctor willing to deliver a full-term woman she's never met, packed a house, and shipped a car. Oh yeah, and fed, bathed, and entertained three kids under the age of 6 all the while trying to keep my legs crossed and up so that I don't go into labor. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aaaaahhhh&lt;/span&gt;... I am looking forward to sitting in front of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;woodstove&lt;/span&gt; drinking a hot chocolate and watching the moose from my new front window. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679535681228313410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4UOTkEW9aSk/TtHDnFDFE0I/AAAAAAAABm8/oRRgMwNevO0/s400/Sewing%2BRoom.jpg" /&gt; And... the best part... my new quilting room!!! Yippee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-3214339010854090724?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/3214339010854090724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=3214339010854090724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/3214339010854090724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/3214339010854090724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2011/11/on-to-new-adventure.html' title='On to a new adventure...'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gft5d1HIsSI/TtHDm7Pg5TI/AAAAAAAABm0/G00FbhWigWo/s72-c/Fall%2BBreezewood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-2186740264211506285</id><published>2011-10-31T13:11:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T17:47:40.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New England vacation</title><content type='html'>This year's vacation took us to the East Coast to visit Brian's family. We had an amazing trip traveling with Brian's parents to Cape Cod, Lake Winipasaukee, and Janet's House in Harrisville, NH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YPfa0n_PKCM/Tq9FLe03DKI/AAAAAAAABmQ/W_cBPhhtfHk/s1600/New%2BEngland%2B2011%2B1579.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BqJ4_hlwdCw/Tq9FKRd9XXI/AAAAAAAABmI/3ZMbAuIaZWA/s1600/New%2BEngland%2B2011%2B1547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669826498672811378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BqJ4_hlwdCw/Tq9FKRd9XXI/AAAAAAAABmI/3ZMbAuIaZWA/s320/New%2BEngland%2B2011%2B1547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Memere and Great-Memere kayaking at Janet's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mm6jZXPuMFg/Tq9FKLCCQpI/AAAAAAAABl4/VxV3aRoWfr4/s1600/New%2BEngland%2B2011%2B1533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669826496945078930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mm6jZXPuMFg/Tq9FKLCCQpI/AAAAAAAABl4/VxV3aRoWfr4/s320/New%2BEngland%2B2011%2B1533.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ERQDVGyFWZ8/Tq9CpbiGTMI/AAAAAAAABlo/WkAs3PhZ6wQ/s1600/1581%2BB%2526W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669823735415590082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ERQDVGyFWZ8/Tq9CpbiGTMI/AAAAAAAABlo/WkAs3PhZ6wQ/s320/1581%2BB%2526W.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G9DMkqdAW1g/Tq9CpI7bBoI/AAAAAAAABlg/of3GSYM5vwo/s1600/1404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669823730421532290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G9DMkqdAW1g/Tq9CpI7bBoI/AAAAAAAABlg/of3GSYM5vwo/s320/1404.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Leger Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yMXt75p_Nvc/Tq9Cog_Pw0I/AAAAAAAABlU/_6WJGUGX77s/s1600/1379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669823719700153154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yMXt75p_Nvc/Tq9Cog_Pw0I/AAAAAAAABlU/_6WJGUGX77s/s320/1379.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stonewall Farms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NCi5ThmdGS4/Tq9CocPefAI/AAAAAAAABlE/RKQLL-_br4M/s1600/1260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669823718426049538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NCi5ThmdGS4/Tq9CocPefAI/AAAAAAAABlE/RKQLL-_br4M/s320/1260.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kevin wrestling with the kiddos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PkEwDQ61xCQ/Tq9CoOwlNlI/AAAAAAAABk8/yPf3SRslCiI/s1600/1228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669823714806806098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PkEwDQ61xCQ/Tq9CoOwlNlI/AAAAAAAABk8/yPf3SRslCiI/s320/1228.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Joyce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Mos6GLfBu8/Tq8_Flg5-ZI/AAAAAAAABkw/CI78Y1Fi_oM/s1600/1046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669819821084768658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Mos6GLfBu8/Tq8_Flg5-ZI/AAAAAAAABkw/CI78Y1Fi_oM/s320/1046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle Al cracking Charlie up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WAXzBrqjK4U/Tq8_E55FBfI/AAAAAAAABkk/X5xjTI2dlII/s1600/989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669819809374995954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WAXzBrqjK4U/Tq8_E55FBfI/AAAAAAAABkk/X5xjTI2dlII/s320/989.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kailyn went kayaking all by herself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T3n7ZAmXmC0/Tq8_Eg27l_I/AAAAAAAABkY/9rUdVlKPvk4/s1600/979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669819802655102962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T3n7ZAmXmC0/Tq8_Eg27l_I/AAAAAAAABkY/9rUdVlKPvk4/s320/979.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3VhLaorHWC0/Tq8_EPlBM-I/AAAAAAAABkM/OmyVS1fOAh8/s1600/677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669819798016570338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3VhLaorHWC0/Tq8_EPlBM-I/AAAAAAAABkM/OmyVS1fOAh8/s320/677.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3jndZ7HBTxM/Tq8_D7nuLPI/AAAAAAAABkA/d1I9JNsrmIY/s1600/663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669819792659197170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3jndZ7HBTxM/Tq8_D7nuLPI/AAAAAAAABkA/d1I9JNsrmIY/s320/663.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W70vrvUH-A0/Tq8TKZyWJoI/AAAAAAAABjw/mTHrOP_C7j4/s1600/478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669771525324416642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W70vrvUH-A0/Tq8TKZyWJoI/AAAAAAAABjw/mTHrOP_C7j4/s320/478.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picking apples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2P98x7swx84/Tq8TJ3YMNmI/AAAAAAAABjk/EFZYVjoRJuw/s1600/472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669771516087907938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2P98x7swx84/Tq8TJ3YMNmI/AAAAAAAABjk/EFZYVjoRJuw/s320/472.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m4H2e6mNdrA/Tq8TJLrqykI/AAAAAAAABjY/HzCl9KnnTSE/s1600/446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669771504358443586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m4H2e6mNdrA/Tq8TJLrqykI/AAAAAAAABjY/HzCl9KnnTSE/s320/446.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;King of the Hill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vwcz5hBcNMU/Tq8TI0FJn0I/AAAAAAAABjI/sOU-LCBGVJE/s1600/420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669771498022870850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vwcz5hBcNMU/Tq8TI0FJn0I/AAAAAAAABjI/sOU-LCBGVJE/s320/420.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aiden turned 2 on the trip, meaning he only flew free one way. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Aiden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-58NUqKGbOKI/Tq8TIjPe4bI/AAAAAAAABjA/kATIQ1cO8BI/s1600/301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669771493502804402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-58NUqKGbOKI/Tq8TIjPe4bI/AAAAAAAABjA/kATIQ1cO8BI/s320/301.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cape Cod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mr2nvKxmjj4/Tq8RBSodCmI/AAAAAAAABi0/EQwobwMKAHc/s1600/268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669769169761798754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mr2nvKxmjj4/Tq8RBSodCmI/AAAAAAAABi0/EQwobwMKAHc/s320/268.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's Baby #4 hiding out in my belly... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sUaUEvSD2G0/Tq8RBJrojKI/AAAAAAAABio/ia8QPh4Vvgk/s1600/266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669769167359216802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sUaUEvSD2G0/Tq8RBJrojKI/AAAAAAAABio/ia8QPh4Vvgk/s320/266.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tom &amp;amp; Peg, aka Papa &amp;amp; Memere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ksxSSAioykc/Tq8RAAMPMzI/AAAAAAAABig/sX6rXHAvR8s/s1600/260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669769147631743794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ksxSSAioykc/Tq8RAAMPMzI/AAAAAAAABig/sX6rXHAvR8s/s320/260.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That crazy bird stole Charlie's apple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uUPO6B3O9NQ/Tq8Q_wW6OQI/AAAAAAAABiM/VUWLIwZA5w8/s1600/193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669769143381539074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uUPO6B3O9NQ/Tq8Q_wW6OQI/AAAAAAAABiM/VUWLIwZA5w8/s320/193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_bQTK9xwPY/Tq8Q_hbfrJI/AAAAAAAABiE/hAlN8ZSvUKo/s1600/048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669769139374238866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_bQTK9xwPY/Tq8Q_hbfrJI/AAAAAAAABiE/hAlN8ZSvUKo/s320/048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riding Thomas the Tank Engine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/31153073-2186740264211506285?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/2186740264211506285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=2186740264211506285&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/2186740264211506285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/2186740264211506285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-england-vacation.html' title='New England vacation'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BqJ4_hlwdCw/Tq9FKRd9XXI/AAAAAAAABmI/3ZMbAuIaZWA/s72-c/New%2BEngland%2B2011%2B1547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-7658793822998722889</id><published>2011-03-08T12:51:00.014-09:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T14:34:16.955-09:00</updated><title type='text'>The proverbial "grass" only looks greener if you don't water your own lawn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JRzj58PBv_I/TXa4KbdF4YI/AAAAAAAABh4/C_Md2bBCGe8/s1600/DSCN3894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581851277480288642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JRzj58PBv_I/TXa4KbdF4YI/AAAAAAAABh4/C_Md2bBCGe8/s320/DSCN3894.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've known many people that thought that they... I don't know... had the best house. Or the best car. Or the best hair. Or whatever. Who cares is what I wonder. It just seems to be a silly way to look at things - always wondering if what you have is better than the next guy's. Because there is ALWAYS someone, something, somewhere that is &lt;em&gt;better.&lt;/em&gt; Even if what you have is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. Can you be snobby about the place that you live? Really, I can think of no place that I have traveled that rivals my home. I have been to many BEAUTIFUL places, but being able to raise my family in a place that has THIS in just a six minute drive and about an hour snowshoe... come on.... I think that I REALLY DO LIVE IN THE BEST PLACE IN THE WORLD. There is no better. Sure, we have some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ornery&lt;/span&gt; weather, but when it's nice, it's NICE! I'm watering my "lawn," and it's looking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gooooood&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are not familiar with Valdez, these icebergs are "floating" in a frozen lake. They are different every year, though always amazing. The ice that you see is probably a bazillion years old. The rocks that are still frozen inside have probably been frozen there since our ancestors tossed them aside in search of a better shaped one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I am a little imaginative, I suppose, but what a fun adventure we were able to go on.... all the while searching for lost or hurt animals (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kailyn's&lt;/span&gt; concern). We chose not to point out what was most likely some bear prints. With the strange weather we've been having, it looks like they are waking up a little early this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total side note: Good morning, bears. Please eat lots of fish and berries, and stay away from our backyard. We would really like to play there this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581841568208508402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8kKamMK1ssM/TXavVRmT1fI/AAAAAAAABhY/-gTNtMVA-yI/s320/DSCN3907.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XAY6Gb8Ilsw/TXapOQH92fI/AAAAAAAABhQ/Hp4K2xuJ1tE/s1600/DSCN3908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581834850483952114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XAY6Gb8Ilsw/TXapOQH92fI/AAAAAAAABhQ/Hp4K2xuJ1tE/s320/DSCN3908.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Le0O65NZaSw/TXapOMem7dI/AAAAAAAABhI/0OJDKT_BYhw/s1600/DSCN3904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581834849505177042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Le0O65NZaSw/TXapOMem7dI/AAAAAAAABhI/0OJDKT_BYhw/s320/DSCN3904.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uiheQvtZgks/TXapN7LGhVI/AAAAAAAABhA/1qWKcoO3gXI/s1600/DSCN3902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581834844859958610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uiheQvtZgks/TXapN7LGhVI/AAAAAAAABhA/1qWKcoO3gXI/s320/DSCN3902.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-7658793822998722889?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/7658793822998722889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=7658793822998722889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/7658793822998722889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/7658793822998722889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2011/03/grass-only-looks-greener-if-you-dont.html' title='The proverbial &quot;grass&quot; only looks greener if you don&apos;t water your own lawn.'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JRzj58PBv_I/TXa4KbdF4YI/AAAAAAAABh4/C_Md2bBCGe8/s72-c/DSCN3894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-4580113551988873019</id><published>2011-02-04T21:56:00.008-09:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T22:35:12.167-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570098012194700498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TUz2oWT5fNI/AAAAAAAABfo/WN5SZeNJT_s/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;Brian had an unexpected meeting tonight, so I decided to switch my morning "shoot" to tonight. He's booked up Sunday, I'm booked up tomorrow afternoon, and then he leaves on Monday for Anchorage for the week. I hate to sneak away all by myself when I will be all alone for several days next week anyways! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570100943822579506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TUz5S_ec5zI/AAAAAAAABgQ/QI7fV_6Ke7A/s320/043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570100955152176690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TUz5Tpro1jI/AAAAAAAABgg/-hQR5E52Guk/s320/091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570100939523625234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TUz5SvdgERI/AAAAAAAABgI/qZaCLD3k5xg/s320/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570098026841897890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TUz2pM4D-6I/AAAAAAAABgA/j3qAFW7PWV0/s320/036.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not one to take advantage of the GREAT OPPORTUNITY to go to bed early, I had a FABULOUS time giving baths! There are 3 towels soaking up the water, and the rug is hanging from the rod to drip dry. The water was cold when I got the boys out - I can't believe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; kids just don't care about that stuff. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570098017111606850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TUz2oooLhkI/AAAAAAAABfw/rvZTc8YUPEU/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you're wondering why his face is blue, please, read on to the next post. He also got a bath yesterday. This is what is stubbornly sticking to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570100958083793618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TUz5T0mlwtI/AAAAAAAABgo/uDNOLzDJ070/s320/101.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;The funniest part was when Charlie noticed the camera and put his arm around &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt;. I did not ask him to do this, he just did... and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; wasn't all too pleased. I just love Charlie's little face... it is so sweet that he is trying so hard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week we are working on shutter speed. All these pictures are shot in shutter priority with no flash, except the last one. So far, I really like this mode; you are able to do alot of really fun stuff with it!&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/31153073-4580113551988873019?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/4580113551988873019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=4580113551988873019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/4580113551988873019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/4580113551988873019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2011/02/bath-time.html' title='Bath Time!'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TUz2oWT5fNI/AAAAAAAABfo/WN5SZeNJT_s/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-9056308623240942047</id><published>2011-02-03T14:18:00.006-09:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:40:12.196-09:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days.</title><content type='html'>I woke up with the kids today. I try to wake up first, really, I do, but sometimes I just can't do it. It's my only real hope for looking presentable, but sometimes I just can't swing my cozy, warm, lazy legs over the side of that bed and make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie seemed to be happy. Until &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; offered the idea that he'd like to share Charlie's dump truck. By taking it from him. This was tantrum number one. A full &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fledge&lt;/span&gt;, flopping like a fish on the floor, tantrum. Good morning to you. Good morning to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt; began to cry because she was traumatized by Willie jumping in her bed to snuggle. I was able (somehow) to get her laughing because she is so cool that everyone, brothers and pets alike, all want to be with, or on, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt;. And it's true. She is one cool kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Downstairs we went. There were just enough bagels for the kids. Yippee. Not nearly enough raspberries. Not yippee. Charlie wanted more, preferably of the ones that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; was shoveling into his mouth. Tantrum number two. (Charlie, not me.) And yes, it's another full &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fledge&lt;/span&gt;, flopping like a fish on the floor, tantrum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; cue to immediately begin screaming and swinging from the light fixtures. The phone rang. Yeah. No caller ID on the phone in the kitchen, so I answered it. It's the guy with THE MOST BEAUTIFUL HOUSE ON LAKE &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WINAPASAUKEE&lt;/span&gt;. And I answered it. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to escape the chaos, I walked into the living room, leaving Charlie at the bar with his breakfast. This I have done many many times in the past. So my sweetheart of a child, who was eating his breakfast quietly (DANG IT.... should have been a clue), found a marker that was left out from the night before. Blasted, non-washable, dark blue marker. And redecorated MY ENTIRE KITCHEN with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This he did with the most amazing efficiency that I have yet to see when I could use it, like, say.... when we are trying to get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt; to school in the morning. No need for efficiency then. But mom could be off the phone any minute, so he WENT TO TOWN. And fast. My floor, every single wood &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bar stool&lt;/span&gt;, the high chairs, the back of the bar, and the bar itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having two boys 13 months apart has changed my outlook a little, just saying. Most of these days I can step back and laugh. Sometimes I cry, but I really try my best to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I could not laugh. Ever have one of those days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569617376501987714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TUtBfq0-eYI/AAAAAAAABfY/-8qVUzZHXlA/s320/121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569617380771545378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TUtBf6u6wSI/AAAAAAAABfg/NpP_8PPF0Gs/s320/135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-9056308623240942047?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/9056308623240942047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=9056308623240942047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/9056308623240942047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/9056308623240942047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days.'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TUtBfq0-eYI/AAAAAAAABfY/-8qVUzZHXlA/s72-c/121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-6160279885545342730</id><published>2011-02-02T15:16:00.010-09:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T12:14:21.732-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl's Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Kailyn and I had our first Girls' Weekend last month. It was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CRAZY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and I think that I fell asleep before her both nights! We hung out with some hunkie college guys, got piercings, and even hit the slopes!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TUsG3nM6ZQI/AAAAAAAABeo/2CFk-yOkcRQ/s1600/December%2B2010%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569552916659463426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TUsG3nM6ZQI/AAAAAAAABeo/2CFk-yOkcRQ/s320/December%2B2010%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;OK. So the "hunkie college guys" were Eric the ski instructor and Uncle Mike. The piercings were in Kailyn's ears. And while we "hit the slopes," it was my second and Kailyn's first time skiing. We stayed on the bunny hill the entire time, minus one trip up the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TUsIziqt4oI/AAAAAAAABew/WDiEhVWgHgc/s1600/December%2B2010%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569555045746074242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TUsIziqt4oI/AAAAAAAABew/WDiEhVWgHgc/s320/December%2B2010%2B023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569565287673839570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TUsSHs0lP9I/AAAAAAAABfA/TN5ZNO5nWQU/s320/December%2B2010%2B035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569566082849926786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TUsS1_FVboI/AAAAAAAABfI/kacUvbSPY_4/s320/December%2B2010%2B037.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569568977866675794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TUsVef3HVlI/AAAAAAAABfQ/knyjDUsxfhM/s320/December%2B2010%2B044.JPG" /&gt;But that's not the story I'm sticking to =).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-6160279885545342730?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/6160279885545342730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=6160279885545342730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/6160279885545342730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/6160279885545342730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2011/02/girls-weekend.html' title='Girl&apos;s Weekend'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TUsG3nM6ZQI/AAAAAAAABeo/2CFk-yOkcRQ/s72-c/December%2B2010%2B011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-3073395868401020067</id><published>2011-01-31T16:25:00.013-09:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T19:45:02.621-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise in Alaska</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TUdkwtyKWhI/AAAAAAAABdc/JGhWuTBCOH4/s1600/Photo-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 402px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568530252353395218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TUdkwtyKWhI/AAAAAAAABdc/JGhWuTBCOH4/s320/Photo-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TUdkwtyKWhI/AAAAAAAABdc/JGhWuTBCOH4/s1600/Photo-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hawaii has nothing on us. NYC skyline... bring it on. Hands down, I am blessed to live in the most beautiful place that I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After taking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt; to school on Friday, I ventured out to take some pictures for my new photography class and ended up refreshing my soul. &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;It was an amazing morning. The air was a little chilly, and I'll admit that I was thankful for my warm truck with a cup of coffee waiting for me! But I was excited for the excuse to get out by myself and enjoy the quiet as the world wakes up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is something about hearing the wings of an eagle as it soars overhead looking for a meal. Or wondering what that sound is and finally realizing it's the ripples of a duck swimming away because you've startled it. Seeing the steam begin to rise off the water as the air warms a little faster than the water. The colors, the smells... it is all almost overwhelming and you can't help but feel alive and thankful. And such a small piece of such a big world. But a piece just the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TUdmEfqUuJI/AAAAAAAABdk/pt8mART1Lh4/s1600/Photo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 289px; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568531691671435410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TUdmEfqUuJI/AAAAAAAABdk/pt8mART1Lh4/s320/Photo-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TUdmEveoneI/AAAAAAAABds/ZDxkZdjY3Fg/s1600/Photo-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 293px; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568531695917374946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TUdmEveoneI/AAAAAAAABds/ZDxkZdjY3Fg/s320/Photo-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-3073395868401020067?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/3073395868401020067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=3073395868401020067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/3073395868401020067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/3073395868401020067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunrise-in-alaska.html' title='Sunrise in Alaska'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TUdkwtyKWhI/AAAAAAAABdc/JGhWuTBCOH4/s72-c/Photo-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-5765215483920440353</id><published>2011-01-26T15:33:00.009-09:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T16:48:40.810-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography Class</title><content type='html'>So I was having some weird headaches a few months ago. Still get one every so often, but the scariest part to me was that I had white lights floating around so densely that I could not see. Which led me to the doctor, who believes that I have occular migraines. Great. They are not the worst headaches I get, by far, but they aren't really fun either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we are trying for Baby #4, the doctor says there is nothing that can be done about said headaches. I can just take preventative measures. No more chocolate. No more coffee. I didn't hear any others after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... makes me think the headaches really aren't THAT BAD. I mean, there's not much worse than a life without coffee and chocolate. OK. There's a lot worse, but for me, those two things really help me be tolerable to the rest of society. Really, I am CRABBY when I am tired and without a chocolate fix. So not healthy but so very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that she suggested was that I take time to myself each and every day. Whether it's a 30-minute walk, quilting, reading a book, taking a class.... anything that involves just me doing something that makes me relax. Sounds great and easy in a dream-world, but a little trickier in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have done is tried to set myself up so that these things are available when I do have time. Brian fixed the treadmill. I finished my craft room. I read at least 20 minutes each night. And I signed up for a college class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I COULD NOT WAIT for the first night. I'll just leave it at this: our Tuesdays are just short of CRAZY. When I got to the classroom, I was so excited to be back in a learning environment. And in a "fun" class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking forward to the relaxing atmosphere of a freshman/ sophomore level class again. &lt;em&gt;Whatever!!!&lt;/em&gt; We have an assignment, a quiz, and 2-4 hours in the lab... every week! There's also a research paper! I was a little put off by the amount of time this class would require, but finally decided that it would be worth it to learn how to use my Nikon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of pictures from my first "shoot." No edits yet, he just wants us to get in the habit of trying new things and taking lots and lots of pictures. The major hurdle that I need to get over is learning to step out of the picture to be able to take a picture. Especially with little guys, it's hard to not be an active participant in the play!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566672668496307106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TUDLTGqZI6I/AAAAAAAABck/Z8uuyZVX-mk/s320/DSC_0077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566672664826713874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TUDLS4_flxI/AAAAAAAABcc/wkbZ2rrUC2Q/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566673845624479330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TUDMXnznnmI/AAAAAAAABc0/H2ZrwNZjZII/s320/DSC_0072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-5765215483920440353?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/5765215483920440353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=5765215483920440353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/5765215483920440353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/5765215483920440353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2011/01/photography-class.html' title='Photography Class'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TUDLTGqZI6I/AAAAAAAABck/Z8uuyZVX-mk/s72-c/DSC_0077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-5632233772837521030</id><published>2011-01-11T12:06:00.003-09:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T12:34:25.929-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas...  Before &amp; After</title><content type='html'>Christmas morning with three little ones is so magical....  with minimal regrets I took only before and after pictures.  For the majority of the middle, I sat back and enjoyed my family and the blessings that they bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561041441072344706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TSzJuhxX7oI/AAAAAAAABcE/urCSqHBwU3A/s320/December%2B2010%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TSzJvgbWKSI/AAAAAAAABcU/XtRwSCxsrmQ/s1600/December%2B2010%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561041457891387682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TSzJvgbWKSI/AAAAAAAABcU/XtRwSCxsrmQ/s320/December%2B2010%2B032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TSzJvBYV5qI/AAAAAAAABcM/zT7MuK2NpYk/s1600/December%2B2010%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561041449557288610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TSzJvBYV5qI/AAAAAAAABcM/zT7MuK2NpYk/s320/December%2B2010%2B027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-5632233772837521030?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/5632233772837521030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=5632233772837521030&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/5632233772837521030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/5632233772837521030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-before-after.html' title='Christmas...  Before &amp; After'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TSzJuhxX7oI/AAAAAAAABcE/urCSqHBwU3A/s72-c/December%2B2010%2B006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-8874136324377440930</id><published>2010-12-04T18:37:00.006-09:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T20:31:15.788-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning the kids up</title><content type='html'>Changing up our routine a little, I asked Brian to clean up the kids while I started dishes. I thought that he was being so sweet and also vacuuming the floor.... then I came out to this:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TPsKu0WV8HI/AAAAAAAABbQ/-8_CPF62uA8/s1600/December%2B2101%2B087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547039165479514226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TPsKu0WV8HI/AAAAAAAABbQ/-8_CPF62uA8/s320/December%2B2101%2B087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TPsKu6V1bMI/AAAAAAAABbI/kwV7Q4Ma_Pg/s1600/December%2B2101%2B083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547039167087996098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TPsKu6V1bMI/AAAAAAAABbI/kwV7Q4Ma_Pg/s320/December%2B2101%2B083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TPsKuRFOEdI/AAAAAAAABbA/-F6cfNjP0lo/s1600/December%2B2101%2B080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547039156012454354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TPsKuRFOEdI/AAAAAAAABbA/-F6cfNjP0lo/s320/December%2B2101%2B080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't laughed so hard in a while. But... it got the job done! No complaints from this momma, I guess!&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/31153073-8874136324377440930?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/8874136324377440930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=8874136324377440930&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/8874136324377440930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/8874136324377440930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2010/12/cleaning-kids-up.html' title='Cleaning the kids up'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TPsKu0WV8HI/AAAAAAAABbQ/-8_CPF62uA8/s72-c/December%2B2101%2B087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-423785829232918911</id><published>2010-11-27T14:20:00.008-09:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T20:37:25.936-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tree...  Check</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TPGU4Op-KgI/AAAAAAAABaY/xe4f27O5984/s1600/Christmas%2Btree%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544376309997513218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TPGU4Op-KgI/AAAAAAAABaY/xe4f27O5984/s320/Christmas%2Btree%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It felt weird crunching through an inch of snow instead of a few feet, but we found our tree just the same!! The outside is finished... now onto decorating the inside!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544377137745768162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TPGVoaQiLuI/AAAAAAAABag/XGJNtZyENVM/s320/lights.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544375448839779570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TPGUGGl99PI/AAAAAAAABZQ/EMPEkye8ibI/s320/Christmas%2Btree%2B003.JPG" /&gt;Here's the one.... right before we chopped it down! It's always such a fun time when we make the final choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544375454500103394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TPGUGbrfpOI/AAAAAAAABZY/p8YYPaPWF1M/s320/Christmas%2Btree%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544375468127992450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TPGUHOcouoI/AAAAAAAABZo/FxkPaQtA5hE/s320/Christmas%2Btree%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544376300508283250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TPGU3rTkAXI/AAAAAAAABZ4/-xqqjfJ0864/s320/Christmas%2Btree%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544376303700300242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TPGU33MmUdI/AAAAAAAABaI/907ORjarcPA/s320/Christmas%2Btree%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544376309506176834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TPGU4M0090I/AAAAAAAABaQ/GGKo98eElvI/s320/Christmas%2Btree%2B019.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544376300354130962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TPGU3quz1BI/AAAAAAAABaA/wstCSjpXb-U/s320/Christmas%2Btree%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544465012130136914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TPHljX2ZQ1I/AAAAAAAABao/jisFlGiLOWM/s320/Christmas%2Btree%2B2010%2B007.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544465021014892226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TPHlj48r3sI/AAAAAAAABaw/MSIIXJA4qAE/s320/Christmas%2Btree%2B2010%2B010.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/31153073-423785829232918911?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/423785829232918911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=423785829232918911&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/423785829232918911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/423785829232918911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas-tree-check.html' title='Christmas Tree...  Check'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TPGU4Op-KgI/AAAAAAAABaY/xe4f27O5984/s72-c/Christmas%2Btree%2B020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-5686611464744915551</id><published>2010-11-24T21:29:00.008-09:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T23:17:40.686-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Nearly a year later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can I say other than having two babies has been a roller coaster that I would ride again and again and again. No posts in almost a year is sad to me, but then life has still been lived and documented in other ways... I will move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much has happened in the last year - all of the milestones that come with having kids - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; rolls over, sits up, crawls, has teeth, stands, and just about walks. He's had his first birthday, enough chocolate to satisfy the next four birthdays, and has already left the state twice. Charlie is a riot; a total ladies man. He loves his tricycle, trains, trucks, cars, planes, and, um, princesses. And sparkly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;jewelry&lt;/span&gt;. But most of all, he loves his sister. She's pretty cool. And she is in Kindergarten now. A &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bonafide&lt;/span&gt; big girl. Just ask.  She can ride a two wheeler, loves the water, and has had her first sleep over.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's just too much to tell... so, I will do what my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; friend suggests when it comes to organizing pictures: "start with the present and work your way back when you have spare time." So, let's be realistic. Be sure to check back in about 15 years and I will try to have some of those oh so very sweet baby pictures, but until then, all I will commit to is a glimpse of my little peanuts, and an overview of our trip to Hawaii. And I mean "our" as in Brian and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;I's&lt;/span&gt;. Yep, just the two of us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK. As reported. Here are the SUPER CUTE BABES!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543381285662084882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TO4L6MJvzxI/AAAAAAAABXo/AV3IqM45hsU/s320/Hawaii%2B2010%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543381278505331042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TO4L5xfcaWI/AAAAAAAABXg/qHHUUHSJasE/s320/Texas%2B337.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543381266495229250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TO4L5EwAzUI/AAAAAAAABXY/hYRAI6xOc7w/s320/Texas%2B315.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here is where my handsome, most fabulous husband in the whole world took me for my first trip away from my kids. I'd say he definitely did good! I certainly missed my kids, but the fabulous, wonderful, ever-present sun helped me mope right through it!! How I long for that heat right about now!  And seriously, where do you go on vacation when you live in Hawaii?  To the snow?  This is the view from the lanai...  I think that I would have my groceries delivered because I would never ever leave my house if I lived here.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543384314609819698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TO4Oqf3KYDI/AAAAAAAABZI/sav9Ho0ABVE/s320/Hawaii%2B2010%2B194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543383796105240658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TO4OMUSCYFI/AAAAAAAABY4/1vXFPxhllwk/s320/Hawaii%2B2010%2B135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543382485422667906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TO4NABm9eII/AAAAAAAABYI/frFj_NgAuHM/s320/Hawaii%2B2010%2B031.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first full day there, I talked Brian into a touristy snorkeling trip to Lanai'i. We both had so much fun, and we were totally &lt;em&gt;that couple&lt;/em&gt;... holding hands while we swam face down with the turtles, fish, and coral, falling in love all over again. It was so cheesy, but what can I say?? I got a good one!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543382483160055298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TO4M_5LgvgI/AAAAAAAABYA/QFn7L6pagAs/s320/Hawaii%2B2010%2B024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543382479288191890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TO4M_qwYy5I/AAAAAAAABX4/AnSxBMU4MjE/s320/Hawaii%2B2010%2B022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543382473126384130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TO4M_TzTEgI/AAAAAAAABXw/mhJB_x6iukM/s320/Hawaii%2B2010%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The water was so clear that you could see the fish from the boat.  It was AMAZING!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanting to get back on the water but not necessarily in the water, we went on a submarine tour on Friday.  It was definitely different - I would recommend it for sure.  We cruised around a shipwreck, saw tons of fish up close, and learned lots of new things.  Plus, we had a really funny tour guide.  That always helps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543383778956886546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TO4OLUZjQhI/AAAAAAAABYY/atMoESjFedY/s320/Hawaii%2B2010%2B053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can see the sub coming up in the center of the picture.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543383784516415794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TO4OLpHC8TI/AAAAAAAABYg/X7ccsExwAHs/s320/Hawaii%2B2010%2B056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543383794330608402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TO4OMNq7oxI/AAAAAAAABYw/GzuAtSbNapI/s320/Hawaii%2B2010%2B099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543383788353230898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TO4OL3Z0GDI/AAAAAAAABYo/7WWemZBXM5A/s320/Hawaii%2B2010%2B069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543381262128440418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TO4L40e45GI/AAAAAAAABXQ/fafDxklNGdA/s320/Hawaii%2B2010%2B041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Moohaahaahaa&lt;/span&gt;....  I snuck in a few more of the kids.  But come on...  how could I resist?  This is what I had on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nightstand&lt;/span&gt; =).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543382489383876274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TO4NAQXYtrI/AAAAAAAABYQ/rVEqGw7ldbs/s320/Hawaii%2B2010%2B033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here is what we had hanging on our fridge.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt;, ever the artist, hid Brian and I each a picture in our suitcase.  Of course, I &lt;em&gt;balled&lt;/em&gt; when I found mine!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543384297687850018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TO4Opg0pnCI/AAAAAAAABZA/43Riaq1-21w/s320/Hawaii%2B2010%2B142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here's my completely random activity.  Followed by my completely random spiel.  This is me at the tattoo parlor.  For the second time.  Here's the spiel:  If you ever wanted a tattoo... consider the henna ones.  Or maybe the kind that come free in the cereal boxes.  Because this kind stays.  Whether you like it the next morning or not.  Found this out the tough way - as in, I came home from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mardi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gras&lt;/span&gt; vaguely remembering that I got one and it hurt REALLY BAD.  And I HATED IT.  Almost immediately started looking into getting it removed, which, by the way, also hurts REALLY BAD.  And costs way more than the original $50 to get the tattoo added.  So, over a decade later, I still had remnants of that weekend at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mardi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gras&lt;/span&gt;.  And I didn't want them anymore.  So, I had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kaib&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lahaina&lt;/span&gt; Tattoo cover my blob with a beautiful blue forget-me-not, the Alaska State flower.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aaaaahhh&lt;/span&gt;.  Much better.  And I will comment that scarred tissue is quite tender.  It was not really the funnest time that I had in Hawaii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-5686611464744915551?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/5686611464744915551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=5686611464744915551&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/5686611464744915551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/5686611464744915551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2010/11/nearly-year-later.html' title='Nearly a year later...'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/TO4L6MJvzxI/AAAAAAAABXo/AV3IqM45hsU/s72-c/Hawaii%2B2010%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-60068513085853175</id><published>2009-12-07T13:39:00.004-09:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T14:30:23.347-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412633394275222642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sx2JZQ0xBHI/AAAAAAAABU4/uQVUxnrnaRE/s320/2009+076.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;December 2nd marked the 60th anniversary of the day my dad was born, and it was just as I would have asked if I did indeed ask for things like that. It snowed all day... and not just any snow. It snowed BIG, FAT snowflakes just like dad loved. I will always think of him when it dumps like that because he really thought it was cool. He loved to just sit at the window and watch it snow. Kind of how some people like to look at a fish tank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sx2NUzoDyYI/AAAAAAAABVo/uSH1oD2InTU/s1600-h/2009+093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412637715764332930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sx2NUzoDyYI/AAAAAAAABVo/uSH1oD2InTU/s320/2009+093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a birthday cake, and Kailyn made him a picture that we attached to a helium balloon in hopes that it might make it up to heaven. You just never know... But I hope that somehow, he does know. I hope he knows how much he is missed and loved by this &lt;em&gt;entire&lt;/em&gt; family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412633405351257890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sx2JZ6Ff5yI/AAAAAAAABVA/LiUKmnCYrmQ/s320/2009+081.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sx2JauzTQ8I/AAAAAAAABVI/5haEweSRXrM/s1600-h/2009+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412633419502011330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sx2JauzTQ8I/AAAAAAAABVI/5haEweSRXrM/s320/2009+086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412633429786808786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sx2JbVHY0dI/AAAAAAAABVQ/WpXM4DOWFp4/s320/2009+087.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412633439867370770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sx2Jb6qx_RI/AAAAAAAABVY/f7WemkbxuMc/s320/2009+088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412637713425385586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sx2NUq6aSHI/AAAAAAAABVg/sZ2ttCvuAdA/s320/2009+092.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412637726447553458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sx2NVbbIy7I/AAAAAAAABVw/TuA5v5fFa3E/s320/2009+095.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412637731614900178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sx2NVurIP9I/AAAAAAAABV4/o6h_3NFE2FY/s320/2009+099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This pretty much sums up how Aiden feels about not knowing my dad.  I agree.&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/31153073-60068513085853175?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/60068513085853175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=60068513085853175&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/60068513085853175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/60068513085853175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/12/dads-birthday.html' title='Dad&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sx2JZQ0xBHI/AAAAAAAABU4/uQVUxnrnaRE/s72-c/2009+076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-48951317972686150</id><published>2009-12-07T13:19:00.004-09:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T13:39:09.651-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie &amp; the Spoon</title><content type='html'>He is offically feeding himself! Yeah!! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sx2D1pch9XI/AAAAAAAABUw/2a2odwsYs6Y/s1600-h/2009+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412627284851029362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sx2D1pch9XI/AAAAAAAABUw/2a2odwsYs6Y/s320/2009+075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sx2D1Q9VWZI/AAAAAAAABUo/NUGUPf4l8ag/s1600-h/2009+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412627278277728658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sx2D1Q9VWZI/AAAAAAAABUo/NUGUPf4l8ag/s320/2009+074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sx2D0__Kc2I/AAAAAAAABUg/509uBlHTj3s/s1600-h/2009+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412627273722000226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sx2D0__Kc2I/AAAAAAAABUg/509uBlHTj3s/s320/2009+073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;It's a little messy, I'll admit, but we have two dogs, so really, it's a win-win situation. Everyone's happy here!&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/31153073-48951317972686150?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/48951317972686150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=48951317972686150&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/48951317972686150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/48951317972686150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/12/charlie-spoon.html' title='Charlie &amp; the Spoon'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sx2D1pch9XI/AAAAAAAABUw/2a2odwsYs6Y/s72-c/2009+075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-2108901013440451228</id><published>2009-12-06T13:36:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T13:18:39.892-09:00</updated><title type='text'>All Alaska Girl</title><content type='html'>Two feet of snow in an afternoon can't keep this girl from playing!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412621320229819298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sx1-adgBE6I/AAAAAAAABUA/qpYMxIUu5AY/s320/2009+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sx1-cLIpC7I/AAAAAAAABUY/z3yJeTmwWBU/s1600-h/2009+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412621349659675570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sx1-cLIpC7I/AAAAAAAABUY/z3yJeTmwWBU/s320/2009+062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sx1-buKWfZI/AAAAAAAABUQ/OVJMegR8R0o/s1600-h/2009+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412621341882219922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sx1-buKWfZI/AAAAAAAABUQ/OVJMegR8R0o/s320/2009+060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sx1-a4rtfMI/AAAAAAAABUI/bhMQD59yVpY/s1600-h/2009+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412621327526624450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sx1-a4rtfMI/AAAAAAAABUI/bhMQD59yVpY/s320/2009+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/31153073-2108901013440451228?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/2108901013440451228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=2108901013440451228&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/2108901013440451228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/2108901013440451228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-alaska-girl.html' title='All Alaska Girl'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sx1-adgBE6I/AAAAAAAABUA/qpYMxIUu5AY/s72-c/2009+051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-4344215813317425363</id><published>2009-12-06T13:31:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T13:35:30.820-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love this kid...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SxwxlUMOoYI/AAAAAAAABT4/tszi8yOdfgs/s1600-h/2009+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412255369337414018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SxwxlUMOoYI/AAAAAAAABT4/tszi8yOdfgs/s400/2009+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... and his hair! God bless him!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-4344215813317425363?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/4344215813317425363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=4344215813317425363&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/4344215813317425363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/4344215813317425363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/12/gotta-love-this-kid.html' title='Gotta love this kid...'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SxwxlUMOoYI/AAAAAAAABT4/tszi8yOdfgs/s72-c/2009+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-7791149498392825126</id><published>2009-12-05T20:00:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T13:29:01.346-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Aiden</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412245760118568498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sxwo1_D7NjI/AAAAAAAABTY/Nzf3x73rp90/s400/2009+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412245765279623490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sxwo2SSaqUI/AAAAAAAABTg/l8Nqkb4XujU/s400/2009+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sxwo29ny8MI/AAAAAAAABTo/oksOFnCGKF4/s1600-h/2009+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412245776912019650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sxwo29ny8MI/AAAAAAAABTo/oksOFnCGKF4/s400/2009+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412245777976161874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sxwo3BlgdlI/AAAAAAAABTw/-dSsue513Ok/s400/2009+025.JPG" border="0" /&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/31153073-7791149498392825126?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/7791149498392825126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=7791149498392825126&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/7791149498392825126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/7791149498392825126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/12/aiden.html' title='Aiden'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sxwo1_D7NjI/AAAAAAAABTY/Nzf3x73rp90/s72-c/2009+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-9080405308997325792</id><published>2009-12-05T19:51:00.004-09:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T13:29:44.788-09:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day on Our Own - Nov 16th</title><content type='html'>Our first day without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mema&lt;/span&gt; went amazingly well. The boys even took a nap at the same time... I definitely couldn't have asked for a more mellow and easygoing day to get me on my feet. I was able to get my kitchen cleaned and laundry done, as well as log onto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; twice in one day. I don't think that's happened since =), but it was nice to be eased into taking care of the kiddos all alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411982698764998178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sxs5lzJyliI/AAAAAAAABTQ/QfdSgne0qyE/s400/2009+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quick pic of the boys all bundled up for the walk to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kailyn's&lt;/span&gt; school. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; slept so great we even got to walk a little extra, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-9080405308997325792?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/9080405308997325792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=9080405308997325792&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/9080405308997325792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/9080405308997325792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-day-on-our-own.html' title='First Day on Our Own - Nov 16th'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sxs5lzJyliI/AAAAAAAABTQ/QfdSgne0qyE/s72-c/2009+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-1229829389911918407</id><published>2009-11-24T18:59:00.005-09:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T19:20:47.094-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407887856156189202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwytWltWohI/AAAAAAAABTI/Um7hiBty0yI/s400/nice+picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;I was given this beautiful picture one day after Brian and I went to dinner together sans kids. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt; missed us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;, and expressed her love through her art. She does this often, and one day I will take a picture of my home so you can see all the art work literally hung all over. As in on every door, every shelf, most every drawer &amp;amp; window... this girl is an artist!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407887854301981554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwytWezRq3I/AAAAAAAABTA/-ORD9-37Zkg/s400/mean+picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you notice the detail in the picture above, you can understand why I questioned what this picture was. Me: "Is it a donut?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt;, arms crossed, faced frowned: "NO." Sensing that I was missing something, I tried really hard to guess correctly... me: "a person standing sideways?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt;: "NO. It's not, MOM." Such attitude packed into a four-year old!!! Me, now squatting down as I sensed there was more to the picture: "What is it, honey?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt;: "It's nothing, mom." Me: "Well, it looks like it means something to you, and that's important to me. Please tell me what it is." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt;: "It's &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt;, mom. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I drew you a picture of &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's when I realized. She was punishing me through her artwork. I did not receive my normal beautiful picture because I had placed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt; in time-out earlier for not putting her toys away when I asked. Apparently she gets it: there are consequences to your actions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was waiting for her to end it with a flick of the hair and a sassy "duh, mom." I wonder when that begins?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was not sure how to react, so I told her that made me very sad and I hope that I got more beautiful pictures later when she felt better. Luckily, the tears that came to my eyes as I tried with all I had to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;suppress&lt;/span&gt; my laughter were taken into consideration as legitimate sadness, and she quickly went to work drawing me a new, prettier picture. Phew!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-1229829389911918407?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/1229829389911918407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=1229829389911918407&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/1229829389911918407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/1229829389911918407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/11/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwytWltWohI/AAAAAAAABTI/Um7hiBty0yI/s72-c/nice+picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-8723069665408635841</id><published>2009-11-24T13:18:00.006-09:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T18:58:45.625-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick-or-Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407803394215154386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwxgiQdYktI/AAAAAAAABR4/8FtF1Qay8N8/s320/2009+598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407803409200488146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwxgjISKntI/AAAAAAAABSI/poOi3Qni47Q/s320/2009+612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407803406803916066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Swxgi_Wx1SI/AAAAAAAABSA/OxeGp7A803U/s320/2009+607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407803418084820578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwxgjpYWxmI/AAAAAAAABSQ/wPhjc-OQi-c/s320/2009+618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407803424897336114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwxgkCwlgzI/AAAAAAAABSY/Oms5s8qWQa8/s320/2009+620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407822459016900786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Swxx3-YU8LI/AAAAAAAABSg/ZwGVF_Yg_kM/s320/2009+629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Swxx5De_hPI/AAAAAAAABS4/ljCKi9xl3AQ/s1600/2009+642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407822477566903538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Swxx5De_hPI/AAAAAAAABS4/ljCKi9xl3AQ/s320/2009+642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407822467560054898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Swxx4eNLIHI/AAAAAAAABSo/QIXpENwFIsg/s320/2009+637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Swxx4sx5RkI/AAAAAAAABSw/P77bXT0PpSg/s1600/2009+640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407822471472170562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Swxx4sx5RkI/AAAAAAAABSw/P77bXT0PpSg/s320/2009+640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Halloween was a two-day affair this year - we went trick-or-treating at the local businesses on Friday, then Saturday was spent at the Elementary School Carnival, then trick-or-treating at the houses with Hailey &amp;amp; Justin. Then we ended the very chilly evening with some yummy hot chocolate and a piece of candy (or two!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-8723069665408635841?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/8723069665408635841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=8723069665408635841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/8723069665408635841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/8723069665408635841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/11/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick-or-Treat'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwxgiQdYktI/AAAAAAAABR4/8FtF1Qay8N8/s72-c/2009+598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-164316934232178228</id><published>2009-11-24T08:44:00.004-09:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T13:15:35.906-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Carving Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Swwgtt1a3dI/AAAAAAAABRw/RhHwzQCYrmM/s1600/2009+591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407733222334979538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Swwgtt1a3dI/AAAAAAAABRw/RhHwzQCYrmM/s320/2009+591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one looks like my boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwwgsRn3N_I/AAAAAAAABRY/PC_RSPsHRTQ/s1600/2009+578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407733197582055410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwwgsRn3N_I/AAAAAAAABRY/PC_RSPsHRTQ/s320/2009+578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Swwgr3qUq6I/AAAAAAAABRQ/WwSB58PDH0E/s1600/2009+573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407733190613052322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Swwgr3qUq6I/AAAAAAAABRQ/WwSB58PDH0E/s320/2009+573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407733216560194818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwwgtYUmpQI/AAAAAAAABRo/z38iHMjSJPQ/s320/2009+592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And this one looks like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407733207243142066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Swwgs1nPs7I/AAAAAAAABRg/IWipOOd9h_o/s320/2009+585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Can you see the resemblance??&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/31153073-164316934232178228?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/164316934232178228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=164316934232178228&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/164316934232178228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/164316934232178228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/11/carving-pumpkins.html' title='Carving Pumpkins'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Swwgtt1a3dI/AAAAAAAABRw/RhHwzQCYrmM/s72-c/2009+591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-5155494626172139283</id><published>2009-11-23T21:47:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:17:07.660-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Whitney Noelle Major</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407563931528040034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwuGvsbxjmI/AAAAAAAABQ4/81qNl9BDAHU/s320/2009+556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Look at this sweet baby!  I am excited that Whitney &amp;amp; Aiden are just 9 days apart - it should be an adventure to raise them together and compare notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwuGwD14E-I/AAAAAAAABRA/jOvsxnllY6o/s1600/2009+559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407563937811534818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwuGwD14E-I/AAAAAAAABRA/jOvsxnllY6o/s320/2009+559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Major Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwuGvOVkAHI/AAAAAAAABQw/mbRU8xtIbao/s1600/2009+551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407563923448922226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwuGvOVkAHI/AAAAAAAABQw/mbRU8xtIbao/s320/2009+551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407563947838490914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwuGwpMfSSI/AAAAAAAABRI/TczFoh9yopA/s320/2009+566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Big Sisters with their babies.&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/31153073-5155494626172139283?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/5155494626172139283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=5155494626172139283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/5155494626172139283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/5155494626172139283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/11/whitney-noelle-major.html' title='Whitney Noelle Major'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwuGvsbxjmI/AAAAAAAABQ4/81qNl9BDAHU/s72-c/2009+556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-856139751144267749</id><published>2009-11-23T21:26:00.007-09:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:18:34.735-09:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Proud Big Sister</title><content type='html'>In case you didn't get the bulletin, Kailyn was &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; hoping for a little sister. She even went so far as to let the doctor know that he should keep the baby if it's a boy - we "already had one of those." We talked about it quite a bit, but she never really settled with the simple fact that &lt;em&gt;whatever&lt;/em&gt; came out of mommy's tummy &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; coming home with us. So you can imagine my curiosity when Brian announced to me that I was getting ready to have a baby boy placed on my chest. What would Kailyn think, I wondered.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407557875249327714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwuBPLCaLmI/AAAAAAAABQg/CsOGAXQUAa8/s320/2009+433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer my question, she ran into our hospital room with a smile I had only seen once before just over a year ago... she was once again a proud big sister. She loves this baby as much as I do! Can you see how sweet she is cradling his little head, and she often sings to him, especially when he is fussy. And, usually, it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407555077491530162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Swt-sUk-GbI/AAAAAAAABQI/kcav0PpQHQg/s320/2009+537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of moms that I admire, is it weird that my 4-year old daughter often comes to mind? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407555084616015330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Swt-svHlHeI/AAAAAAAABQQ/Aa_6WtQC4Y4/s320/2009+544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-856139751144267749?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/856139751144267749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=856139751144267749&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/856139751144267749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/856139751144267749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/11/very-proud-big-sister.html' title='A Very Proud Big Sister'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwuBPLCaLmI/AAAAAAAABQg/CsOGAXQUAa8/s72-c/2009+433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-3807853604887513645</id><published>2009-11-21T08:56:00.004-09:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:20:40.927-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Aiden's First Bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Swr9eg2efnI/AAAAAAAABPw/MEdkFdFnvmE/s1600/2009+506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407413003268030066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Swr9eg2efnI/AAAAAAAABPw/MEdkFdFnvmE/s320/2009+506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;So he didn't like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407413023744677186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Swr9ftIfVUI/AAAAAAAABQA/64Rcgx6hCdc/s320/2009+534.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Until I had him snuggled up in the towel after. Then he was happy.&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/31153073-3807853604887513645?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/3807853604887513645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=3807853604887513645&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/3807853604887513645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/3807853604887513645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/11/aidens-first-bath.html' title='Aiden&apos;s First Bath'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Swr9eg2efnI/AAAAAAAABPw/MEdkFdFnvmE/s72-c/2009+506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-7524545725962583452</id><published>2009-10-16T15:36:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T08:42:57.383-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Aiden Matthew Beauvais!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Swb4OjWoj8I/AAAAAAAABOg/nxw4Ddfzmws/s1600/DSC_0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406281331596890050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Swb4OjWoj8I/AAAAAAAABOg/nxw4Ddfzmws/s320/DSC_0430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Almost three weeks early, Aiden made his debut on October 4, 2009, weighing in at 8 pounds, 1/2 ounce. Labor was pretty quick again; I woke up around 4am with some contractions but wasn't sure if they were the real thing since I'd been having them for so long. I went downstairs and unloaded the dishwasher and picked up a little, which should have been clue enough for me!! I never want to clean! About 4:30, I decided we should probably go ahead to the hospital and get checked since Charlie's labor went so quickly. I woke Brian up and he took a shower while I packed a little bag, and then we woke Peggy up to tell her we were going in and would call when things got started. Ha! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406281344616941810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Swb4PT22yPI/AAAAAAAABOw/ljcKuuS6opg/s320/DSC_0437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to the hospital around 5am, got the labor room (YEAH!!!) and settled in. The nurse wanted to do a fifteen minute "strip" which is a belt that they put around your belly to monitor contractions and baby's heartbeat, and all was calm and smooth. Until the strip was over and the nurse checked me... I was dilated to an eight, completely effaced, and baby was ready to come! Anyways, that was the last we really saw of the nurse - she was off to call the doctor and get the baby bed and all the stuff that nurses get when a baby comes along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406281356903371234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Swb4QBoK0eI/AAAAAAAABPA/6L8sG944N6Q/s320/DSC_0450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which made the labor way different than my others. It was just Brian and I, and that was so sweet. He was wonderful, even when I inquired about a C-section, a club for the head.... anything to make the contractions stop... I honestly thought that I had several more hours! Not to be, though, because after just a few minutes, it was time to push. At 5:30, I told Brian that I couldn't hold off much longer, he had better call his mom and tell her to hurry! Well, Peggy never made it, which made me sad. I thought that it would be neat for her to be there, but she stayed back with Kailyn and Charlie and brought them up to meet their new brother shortly after the birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406315655309970578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwcXcdJiTJI/AAAAAAAABPI/mTo7LHYEXd8/s320/DSC_0457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was amazing to have only Brian by my side. He offered gently reassurance that this was all natural and that I was helping our baby to come out. He helped me pace my contractions, and I couldn't have asked for a better "coach" - not that I have any complaints with all the nurses, my mom, and Merreley there with the other two children, but there was something very special to me about having only Brian to help me through labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, from being woken up at 4am with contractions to having a baby in my arms at 6:20, I would say that I was blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406281356429454834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Swb4P_3LbfI/AAAAAAAABO4/s1JH8SxYoI4/s320/DSC_0446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406315661276345058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwcXczYB8uI/AAAAAAAABPQ/aRZjKu7Z1EI/s320/DSC_0463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406315671940074946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwcXdbGdjcI/AAAAAAAABPY/5Em5nJpCb5s/s320/DSC_0466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406315692597382226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwcXeoDjDFI/AAAAAAAABPo/BLAoKA7Xqu4/s320/DSC_0478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406315680253654466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwcXd6EktcI/AAAAAAAABPg/fExkKVrb6ZY/s320/DSC_0473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-7524545725962583452?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/7524545725962583452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=7524545725962583452&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/7524545725962583452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/7524545725962583452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/10/aiden-matthew-beauvais.html' title='Aiden Matthew Beauvais!'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Swb4OjWoj8I/AAAAAAAABOg/nxw4Ddfzmws/s72-c/DSC_0430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-5119750685154987340</id><published>2009-10-16T15:35:00.017-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:40:21.432-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Dessert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Not that we are &lt;em&gt;encouraging&lt;/em&gt; sweets, but we finally found something that Charlie likes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406271104019143282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Swbu7OqFGnI/AAAAAAAABOI/IQABOAF0uKc/s320/DSC_0410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Swbu79p9R_I/AAAAAAAABOY/gVlsxKnAc6s/s1600/DSC_0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406271116635097074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Swbu79p9R_I/AAAAAAAABOY/gVlsxKnAc6s/s320/DSC_0423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kailyn on the other hand, has never had a problem with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406271112029782866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Swbu7sf9w1I/AAAAAAAABOQ/CRBsetZ3gcI/s320/DSC_0412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-5119750685154987340?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/5119750685154987340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=5119750685154987340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/5119750685154987340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/5119750685154987340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/10/dessert.html' title='Dessert'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Swbu7OqFGnI/AAAAAAAABOI/IQABOAF0uKc/s72-c/DSC_0410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-6073983173216496694</id><published>2009-10-16T15:35:00.015-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:14:29.707-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie's First Haircut</title><content type='html'>Well, I finally broke down and took Charlie for his first hair cut. I was so worried that he wouldn't look like a baby anymore, but Brian, who was ready to give him a haircut in the delivery room, ever so gently reminded me that I have another baby coming any day... so I decided it would be OK to let this one grow up... just a little... doesn't he look so handsome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405905689171950626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwWilSRbfCI/AAAAAAAABLk/eUBVIdYQ77g/s320/DSC_0302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405905698528829634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwWil1ISIMI/AAAAAAAABLs/XdJiZI3HAyU/s320/DSC_0312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, he started off happy, but later became annoyed with the hole process. As I am quickly learning, it's unfortuante for him that he will need to get one about once a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwWimDuDnbI/AAAAAAAABL0/wg44uVd4Wx8/s1600/DSC_0315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405905702445358514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwWimDuDnbI/AAAAAAAABL0/wg44uVd4Wx8/s320/DSC_0315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you tell he's brushing her hand away here?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405905712368027762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwWimorziHI/AAAAAAAABMA/byzEoyW735I/s320/DSC_0325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405905719386910066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwWinC1PLXI/AAAAAAAABMM/-1mslzbY3fE/s320/DSC_0328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So the end result wasn't SO BAD!!! He still looks like my Charlie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405946202904863202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwXHbfsEIeI/AAAAAAAABMY/L1U2LJF2RPY/s320/DSC_0329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405946206638185858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwXHbtmKHYI/AAAAAAAABMg/nLkhIWuoPjQ/s320/DSC_0334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kailyn had one, too, but this was old hat to her!&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/31153073-6073983173216496694?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/6073983173216496694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=6073983173216496694&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/6073983173216496694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/6073983173216496694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/10/charlies-first-haircut.html' title='Charlie&apos;s First Haircut'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwWilSRbfCI/AAAAAAAABLk/eUBVIdYQ77g/s72-c/DSC_0302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-7544580914399217174</id><published>2009-10-16T15:35:00.013-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:10:27.536-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Alaska State Firefighter Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The guys getting ready to run the ladder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwYuKUdKIbI/AAAAAAAABNw/wpxkoYEcTrA/s1600/DSC_0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406059157529436594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwYuKUdKIbI/AAAAAAAABNw/wpxkoYEcTrA/s320/DSC_0347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And they're off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwYuJ_ZRPhI/AAAAAAAABNo/Aow_Wr8wDnA/s1600/DSC_0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406059151875980818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwYuJ_ZRPhI/AAAAAAAABNo/Aow_Wr8wDnA/s320/DSC_0349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwYuJW0GPtI/AAAAAAAABNg/goqmf1FKVMY/s1600/DSC_0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406059140982652626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwYuJW0GPtI/AAAAAAAABNg/goqmf1FKVMY/s320/DSC_0350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brian tying the knot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwYuI_ergAI/AAAAAAAABNY/5S4R-107Qlg/s1600/DSC_0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406059134718803970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwYuI_ergAI/AAAAAAAABNY/5S4R-107Qlg/s320/DSC_0359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Justin ringing the bell &amp;amp; winning FIRST PLACE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwYuIe-sg_I/AAAAAAAABNQ/ZqI8W2JacXU/s1600/DSC_0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406059125994718194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwYuIe-sg_I/AAAAAAAABNQ/ZqI8W2JacXU/s320/DSC_0363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The fun event;  two firefighters from each team had to enter the "house" and find the baby &amp;amp; it's box of diapers, then bring it outside and change her.  Oh, and they had masks over their eyes to simulate a smoke-filled room.  We got a great laugh at Matt Smelcer and Brian, especially changing the baby blindfolded.  They actually did quite well... maybe Brian should be the new designate in our home??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwXOCxYGcKI/AAAAAAAABNI/bAE2flOZ7fc/s1600/DSC_0382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405953474737631394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwXOCxYGcKI/AAAAAAAABNI/bAE2flOZ7fc/s320/DSC_0382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwXOCUbojKI/AAAAAAAABNA/SdyGBnUZRV4/s1600/DSC_0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405953466967821474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwXOCUbojKI/AAAAAAAABNA/SdyGBnUZRV4/s320/DSC_0386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Changing the baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwXOBwMuK9I/AAAAAAAABM4/gyNTx7gFLeA/s1600/DSC_0390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405953457241598930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwXOBwMuK9I/AAAAAAAABM4/gyNTx7gFLeA/s320/DSC_0390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwXOBad8QJI/AAAAAAAABMw/UIJhFaEXlAk/s1600/DSC_0396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405953451408244882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwXOBad8QJI/AAAAAAAABMw/UIJhFaEXlAk/s320/DSC_0396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kailyn and Tyler making sure all is correct (it is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwXOA7z6hTI/AAAAAAAABMo/FY9n1N0sQ4o/s1600/DSC_0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405953443178906930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwXOA7z6hTI/AAAAAAAABMo/FY9n1N0sQ4o/s320/DSC_0404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlie loving some time with his Memere!  He spent the night at their house for the weekend - his first time away from Mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406248201034596866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwbaGGZDAgI/AAAAAAAABOA/Hajxk9pBLWc/s320/DSC_0407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Brandy and Bella...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406248193097532802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwbaFo0tBYI/AAAAAAAABN4/eDHTyX-b4ek/s320/DSC_0341.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;/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/31153073-7544580914399217174?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/7544580914399217174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=7544580914399217174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/7544580914399217174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/7544580914399217174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/10/alaska-state-firefighter-conference.html' title='Alaska State Firefighter Conference'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwYuKUdKIbI/AAAAAAAABNw/wpxkoYEcTrA/s72-c/DSC_0347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-3843521914720045354</id><published>2009-10-16T15:34:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T10:33:12.555-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Shannon's Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwWQUA7fP5I/AAAAAAAABLU/XEjLkJvOX0o/s1600/DSC_0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405885601249443730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwWQUA7fP5I/AAAAAAAABLU/XEjLkJvOX0o/s320/DSC_0287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at those sweet girls!  It seems that Addison &amp;amp; Hailey will follow in Bella &amp;amp; Kailyn's footsteps =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwWQTxmDyxI/AAAAAAAABLM/Nm9EtljJiZ0/s1600/DSC_0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405885597133032210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwWQTxmDyxI/AAAAAAAABLM/Nm9EtljJiZ0/s320/DSC_0283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kailyn made a special picture for the new parents-to-be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwWQTe_mQPI/AAAAAAAABLE/pXqUqJ9ydwQ/s1600/DSC_0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405885592139874546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwWQTe_mQPI/AAAAAAAABLE/pXqUqJ9ydwQ/s320/DSC_0282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405885612095539410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwWQUpVZiNI/AAAAAAAABLc/1_NYotd9iDw/s320/DSC_0296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Beware if you drink our water!  Here's a small sample of some of the ladies in Valdez.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-3843521914720045354?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/3843521914720045354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=3843521914720045354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/3843521914720045354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/3843521914720045354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/10/shannons-baby-shower.html' title='Shannon&apos;s Baby Shower'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwWQUA7fP5I/AAAAAAAABLU/XEjLkJvOX0o/s72-c/DSC_0287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-7565023504255975624</id><published>2009-10-16T15:33:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T09:16:50.574-09:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Annual Blueberry Bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwTW6oBwpxI/AAAAAAAABK8/2DjgobJ-_AI/s1600/DSC_0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405681755416995602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwTW6oBwpxI/AAAAAAAABK8/2DjgobJ-_AI/s320/DSC_0271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwTW6If6HSI/AAAAAAAABK0/ONN9zQP00lg/s1600/DSC_0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405681746953510178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwTW6If6HSI/AAAAAAAABK0/ONN9zQP00lg/s320/DSC_0268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwTW5qw8OXI/AAAAAAAABKs/hRGAMK70iJs/s1600/DSC_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405681738971887986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwTW5qw8OXI/AAAAAAAABKs/hRGAMK70iJs/s320/DSC_0265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwTM3oerOAI/AAAAAAAABKk/bIHX9RKkpVo/s1600/DSC_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405670708882388994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwTM3oerOAI/AAAAAAAABKk/bIHX9RKkpVo/s320/DSC_0261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwTM3TpZDaI/AAAAAAAABKc/_c8Qi_VDPkQ/s1600/DSC_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405670703290191266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwTM3TpZDaI/AAAAAAAABKc/_c8Qi_VDPkQ/s320/DSC_0257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwTM26XLUjI/AAAAAAAABKU/NzsmsYcfOm0/s1600/DSC_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405670696502907442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwTM26XLUjI/AAAAAAAABKU/NzsmsYcfOm0/s320/DSC_0248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwTM2UfF0gI/AAAAAAAABKM/F7XLbJh0EtQ/s1600/DSC_0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405670686335554050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwTM2UfF0gI/AAAAAAAABKM/F7XLbJh0EtQ/s320/DSC_0242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwTM1_1VOBI/AAAAAAAABKE/aG-DvXuS3RI/s1600/DSC_0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405670680791693330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwTM1_1VOBI/AAAAAAAABKE/aG-DvXuS3RI/s320/DSC_0234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Silly me didn't get any pictures of our friends, but we had such a great time with the Weber's and the Gildersleeve's, plus all the fun people that came through for the day.  Andrew &amp;amp; Stephen cut us some firewood, we had an awesome game of spoons, the kids got lots of blueberries (I opted out with my big belly), and the four wheelers were put to the test for sure!  &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/31153073-7565023504255975624?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/7565023504255975624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=7565023504255975624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/7565023504255975624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/7565023504255975624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/10/4th-annual-blueberry-bash.html' title='4th Annual Blueberry Bash'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwTW6oBwpxI/AAAAAAAABK8/2DjgobJ-_AI/s72-c/DSC_0271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-1411843782904549688</id><published>2009-10-16T15:32:00.009-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:21:39.681-09:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwSMk77PxcI/AAAAAAAABJU/UVbckViGFP0/s1600/DSC_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405600018940806594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwSMk77PxcI/AAAAAAAABJU/UVbckViGFP0/s320/DSC_0157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwSMkbQvj_I/AAAAAAAABJM/WeZtG57WnUQ/s1600/DSC_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405600010172600306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwSMkbQvj_I/AAAAAAAABJM/WeZtG57WnUQ/s320/DSC_0152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405599983547367426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwSMi4EywAI/AAAAAAAABI0/VzoWuebZzaw/s320/DSC_0097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwSMj3GakfI/AAAAAAAABJE/i5TPjFj-fWM/s1600/DSC_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405600000465605106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwSMj3GakfI/AAAAAAAABJE/i5TPjFj-fWM/s320/DSC_0145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwSMjUo3iEI/AAAAAAAABI8/9c9GIt1WMf8/s1600/DSC_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405599991214868546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwSMjUo3iEI/AAAAAAAABI8/9c9GIt1WMf8/s320/DSC_0114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just LUUUUUURRRVE these kids!&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/31153073-1411843782904549688?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/1411843782904549688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=1411843782904549688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/1411843782904549688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/1411843782904549688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-at-park.html' title='A Day at the Park'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwSMk77PxcI/AAAAAAAABJU/UVbckViGFP0/s72-c/DSC_0157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-6097831895664119092</id><published>2009-10-16T15:32:00.008-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:21:27.833-09:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Alaska State Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwS9BTNvnlI/AAAAAAAABJ8/Ny4pn8rhY5Y/s1600/DSC_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405653282786877010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwS9BTNvnlI/AAAAAAAABJ8/Ny4pn8rhY5Y/s320/DSC_0213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwS9A4ymPXI/AAAAAAAABJ0/8sQv7fpaZRk/s1600/DSC_0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405653275693694322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwS9A4ymPXI/AAAAAAAABJ0/8sQv7fpaZRk/s320/DSC_0197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwS9ABOzsGI/AAAAAAAABJk/IbmOG92jpr4/s1600/DSC_0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405653260779630690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwS9ABOzsGI/AAAAAAAABJk/IbmOG92jpr4/s320/DSC_0185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwS8_n1WVnI/AAAAAAAABJc/jBQUqklQdFA/s1600/DSC_0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405653253961963122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwS8_n1WVnI/AAAAAAAABJc/jBQUqklQdFA/s320/DSC_0179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405653270551182754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwS9AlohvaI/AAAAAAAABJs/MQdg6WHjdm8/s320/DSC_0190.JPG" border="0" /&gt; For some reason it was on this day that the realization of having a family set in. Mind you I was nine months pregnant, but I actually cried as I watched Kailyn and Brian whirling around on the rides, heads thrown back in laughter and hope that picture stays with me forever. It is such a blessing to have a family, especially one like ours =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-6097831895664119092?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/6097831895664119092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=6097831895664119092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/6097831895664119092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/6097831895664119092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/10/2009-alaska-state-fair.html' title='2009 Alaska State Fair'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwS9BTNvnlI/AAAAAAAABJ8/Ny4pn8rhY5Y/s72-c/DSC_0213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-1939130574729382813</id><published>2009-10-16T15:31:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:24:06.970-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Kailyn's First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405571085021810658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwRyQwrZD-I/AAAAAAAABIM/LsBtYtqV2Jo/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Walking in on a rainy day (of course!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405571095334919890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwRyRXGOntI/AAAAAAAABIU/PtbPMcxrUhs/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking out the new locker...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwRyS-cip2I/AAAAAAAABIs/YhZCTTtFtgk/s1600/DSC_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405571103673465010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwRyR2KSuLI/AAAAAAAABIc/0LELBk_Dboo/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Charlie &lt;em&gt;wishing&lt;/em&gt; he could play with all those big kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405571123077359458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwRyS-cip2I/AAAAAAAABIs/YhZCTTtFtgk/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Charlie getting to play with all the big&lt;br /&gt;kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwRySQmrNXI/AAAAAAAABIk/LFPc4t_6HUs/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405571110771832178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwRySQmrNXI/AAAAAAAABIk/LFPc4t_6HUs/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; We just LOVE Mrs. Stock and wish she would&lt;br /&gt;save retirement until all the kiddos have gone through her fabulous&lt;br /&gt;program!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-1939130574729382813?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/1939130574729382813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=1939130574729382813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/1939130574729382813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/1939130574729382813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/10/kailyns-first-day-of-school.html' title='Kailyn&apos;s First Day of School'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwRyQwrZD-I/AAAAAAAABIM/LsBtYtqV2Jo/s72-c/DSC_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-7159894375079995788</id><published>2009-10-16T15:16:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T11:11:11.340-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Mema heads home for a few weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwRUXw6OilI/AAAAAAAABHc/rUQ986FC1Tw/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405538219994286674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwRUXw6OilI/AAAAAAAABHc/rUQ986FC1Tw/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwRUXadZZ1I/AAAAAAAABHU/CWChXtx4r1c/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405538213967783762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwRUXadZZ1I/AAAAAAAABHU/CWChXtx4r1c/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;For a quick dose of sunshine before Aiden arrives!&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/31153073-7159894375079995788?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/7159894375079995788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=7159894375079995788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/7159894375079995788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/7159894375079995788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/10/mema-heads-home-for-few-weeks.html' title='Mema heads home for a few weeks'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SwRUXw6OilI/AAAAAAAABHc/rUQ986FC1Tw/s72-c/DSC_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-3094567680035413981</id><published>2009-10-15T15:56:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T15:13:03.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After the Princess Tea, we had a Birthday BBQ at the house to celebrate Charlie's First Birthday (can you believe it?) and let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt; visit with the rest of our friends and family that couldn't be at the tea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making me wonder if he was somehow switched at birth, Charlie wanted very little to do with his cake.  We finally put some blueberries on top of it, which he picked out one by one and ate, never really digging into the cake like we hoped.  Like they say, each kid is different from the last!  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392992920962153234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/StfCfQIlOxI/AAAAAAAABF8/h1DXqo_xpm0/s320/DSC_0623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392997288293839442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/StfGddtmMlI/AAAAAAAABGc/3GzHdagmLAk/s320/DSC_0639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Definitely not loving it!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392997316489760930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/StfGfGwB0KI/AAAAAAAABG0/AzKbaX1iR3g/s320/DSC_0644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392992939492767106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/StfCgVKn9YI/AAAAAAAABGM/uZS7ApD8mBw/s320/DSC_0638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Going for the blueberries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/StfGfiVan4I/AAAAAAAABG8/Mqgdm96AkFU/s1600-h/DSC_0648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392997323894333314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/StfGfiVan4I/AAAAAAAABG8/Mqgdm96AkFU/s320/DSC_0648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not so bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/StfGepR73aI/AAAAAAAABGs/W9sHcKWaWQs/s1600-h/DSC_0641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392997308578913698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/StfGepR73aI/AAAAAAAABGs/W9sHcKWaWQs/s320/DSC_0641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/StfGeN61dKI/AAAAAAAABGk/7VYTGngBHOo/s1600-h/DSC_0640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392997301234267298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/StfGeN61dKI/AAAAAAAABGk/7VYTGngBHOo/s320/DSC_0640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393335802503896306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Stj6VlakHPI/AAAAAAAABHE/DlSLgiof36o/s320/DSC_0657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;All done...  can you believe how much is left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/StfCfyojqfI/AAAAAAAABGE/EJRGrrCBpYc/s1600-h/DSC_0637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392992930223073778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/StfCfyojqfI/AAAAAAAABGE/EJRGrrCBpYc/s320/DSC_0637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/StfCe4ifqOI/AAAAAAAABF0/iAvxUmcCLv8/s1600-h/DSC_0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392992914628389090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/StfCe4ifqOI/AAAAAAAABF0/iAvxUmcCLv8/s320/DSC_0616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393335817575284930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Stj6Wdj3QMI/AAAAAAAABHM/wengdiidMrg/s320/DSC_0662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392985773544385970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Ste7_N7ZLbI/AAAAAAAABFs/GFFtdAIrpOk/s320/DSC_0613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Charlie liked Kelly's strawberry salad much better, hence the hairstyle that looks like we put gel in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Ste7-k-BroI/AAAAAAAABFk/SnB1k8MfGIA/s1600-h/DSC_0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392985762549575298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Ste7-k-BroI/AAAAAAAABFk/SnB1k8MfGIA/s320/DSC_0605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Ste7-MXIgLI/AAAAAAAABFc/FAE-wY1lI_0/s1600-h/DSC_0589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392985755943993522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Ste7-MXIgLI/AAAAAAAABFc/FAE-wY1lI_0/s320/DSC_0589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of Charlie's favorite presents - a watermelon from the Major's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Ste79tTXnfI/AAAAAAAABFU/N1_DX49Ufs0/s1600-h/DSC_0570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392985747606707698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Ste79tTXnfI/AAAAAAAABFU/N1_DX49Ufs0/s320/DSC_0570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Ste79EemkEI/AAAAAAAABFM/z-RZFJEOwcs/s1600-h/DSC_0562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392985736647970882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Ste79EemkEI/AAAAAAAABFM/z-RZFJEOwcs/s320/DSC_0562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt; trying to preserve her new Sleeping Beauty dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-3094567680035413981?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/3094567680035413981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=3094567680035413981&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/3094567680035413981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/3094567680035413981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/10/after-princess-tea-we-had-birthday-bbq.html' title=''/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/StfCfQIlOxI/AAAAAAAABF8/h1DXqo_xpm0/s72-c/DSC_0623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-34267752343296050</id><published>2009-10-14T21:02:00.008-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T15:54:48.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kailyn's Princess Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For Kailyn's 4th birthday, she really wanted to have a Princess Tea, and what better place than Magpie's Bakery. Maggy and Kelsey were absolutely fabulous - they even dressed up, too! From time to time I have felt a little sad that we don't have all the options of a big city when it comes to birthday parties and stuff, but I really think that this year proved better than any bigger city could have dreamed of. And, ooooohhhh it was dreamy!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392694459048645762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/StazCe3P1II/AAAAAAAABDk/Hf1N4qoF-sE/s320/DSC_0462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392971680850044322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/StevK6jO5aI/AAAAAAAABEc/M77wxrXMPi8/s320/DSC_0524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392694466673987186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/StazC7RRTnI/AAAAAAAABDs/Bfcet52l41U/s320/DSC_0464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392977798370232178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Ste0vAFtB3I/AAAAAAAABE8/Z-fg1vdlZYk/s320/DSC_0561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392971660329318098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/StevJuGtdtI/AAAAAAAABEM/SULrylPiXWE/s320/DSC_0503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Quinn &amp;amp; Ginger&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392971646863478642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/StevI78ND3I/AAAAAAAABEE/AqKsm3P84-M/s320/DSC_0492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kailyn &amp;amp; Chloe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392694485819453026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/StazECl57mI/AAAAAAAABD8/fHPEUjlHOKQ/s320/DSC_0477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Prince Elias - complete with a coat of arms and bugle!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392694478094494818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/StazDl0IbGI/AAAAAAAABD0/RdLYiXf2BqQ/s320/DSC_0469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Bella &amp;amp; Kailyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/StevKIKt02I/AAAAAAAABEU/mbAjxfIxbeo/s1600-h/DSC_0506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392971667325440866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/StevKIKt02I/AAAAAAAABEU/mbAjxfIxbeo/s320/DSC_0506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Coloring a picture frame &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392971691891471730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/StevLjrttXI/AAAAAAAABEk/0LhDee-8OAY/s320/DSC_0533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kailyn's helmet for her new 4 wheeler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392977810800466850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Ste0vuZTW6I/AAAAAAAABFE/EIN726xgcdE/s320/DSC_0558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Bella &amp;amp; Brandy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392977792862603522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Ste0urklSQI/AAAAAAAABE0/u7E9nD5PKc8/s320/DSC_0550.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392977781969246770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Ste0uC_Z2jI/AAAAAAAABEs/KNAy1BnrKw4/s320/DSC_0544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had a little time at the end while the princesses awaited their carraiges to dance a few jigs - so fun!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-34267752343296050?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/34267752343296050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=34267752343296050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/34267752343296050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/34267752343296050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/10/kailyns-princess-tea.html' title='Kailyn&apos;s Princess Tea'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/StazCe3P1II/AAAAAAAABDk/Hf1N4qoF-sE/s72-c/DSC_0462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-6914564624688511562</id><published>2009-08-29T21:05:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T21:40:03.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking in the new bed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... the G Rated version!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375623104857051234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SpoMu4tjEGI/AAAAAAAABDM/0zVbUQIBtTI/s320/August+2009+066.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After years of complaining about sleeping in a Queen size bed with my super *STAR* husband (who, in case you have missed the previous posts, really does sleep like a star... a rotating, rolling, tossing, and hitting super &lt;em&gt;star&lt;/em&gt;), I finally gave in and "got off the wallet", as Brian says. He says this because for all the complaining, I am too cheap to spend the money when we were given a beautiful queen bedroom set for our wedding that was perfectly fine! But... the cabin is to the point that we are starting to think about furniture, and it seemed silly to buy a bedroom set for there instead of here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the timing was perfect. Brian has been wanting a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Temperpedic&lt;/span&gt; bed, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sadler's&lt;/span&gt; had their truckload sale, so we were able to save a couple hundred bucks. Hey, it got me, anyways. We are now happy owners of a HUGE king size bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the funnest parts of buying a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Temperpedic&lt;/span&gt; is that you have to break in the foam by jumping and walking on it. Luckily, we had a few kiddos that were happy to lend a hand! Even Charlie got in on the action - notice all the drool marks!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375623095548399762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SpoMuWCMUJI/AAAAAAAABDE/QPujYziRiqU/s320/August+2009+065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375623118729740034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SpoMvsZDfwI/AAAAAAAABDU/UxVo4x2xBg8/s320/August+2009+092.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The furniture was a little tougher to decide on. After two days of going to every furniture store in Anchorage, we stopped in the Amish store on a whim. I've always LOVED their work, but would NEVER spend that much money. But, after talking to Brian for a long time, we didn't really love any of the stuff we had seen, none of it was great quality, and all of it was overpriced anyways. So, for just a tad bit more money than we had planned, we were able to order exactly what we wanted to be handmade by some of the most talented craftsmen in the world. We are super excited about it, and will be posting pictures when it gets here. Until then, excuse the completely unfinished and messy bedroom!&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/31153073-6914564624688511562?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/6914564624688511562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=6914564624688511562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/6914564624688511562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/6914564624688511562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/08/breaking-in-new-bed.html' title='Breaking in the new bed...'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SpoMu4tjEGI/AAAAAAAABDM/0zVbUQIBtTI/s72-c/August+2009+066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-1766071310602771533</id><published>2009-08-29T19:58:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T21:00:43.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four years old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375608900766626002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Spn_0GWfcNI/AAAAAAAABB0/oM4uRCA0_Ag/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;On August 6, our little Princess (yes, still!) turned four. And she is not shy about it at all! So far, we have informed the postman Tom and all the patrons in line, each and every stocker and customer at the grocery store, and a handful of tourists that we passed on our walk a few days after. I am amazed at how interested all of these people are - I just love living in a town like Valdez where nobody is too rushed to take a few minutes to chat with such a big girl. She is also most proud of the fact that she can *finally* chew gum, and she (palms up, hands pulsing up and down if you can just picture her) &lt;em&gt;doesn't even swallow it&lt;/em&gt;!! So fun. I just love this age. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ummmm..... usually, I do, anyways =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Spn_0mkB9UI/AAAAAAAABB8/W3EtILvIVDM/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375608909413348674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Spn_0mkB9UI/AAAAAAAABB8/W3EtILvIVDM/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Kailyn woke up in the morning, she was greeted by her pink princess cake and was MOST DISAPPOINTED when I told her that was &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; a special breakfast for her. She had to wait the entire day to enjoy it with her friends and family... such torture for a little girl! Look at her face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375608918411544882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Spn_1IFXiTI/AAAAAAAABCE/EQwkq-3Xda8/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Charlie, as usual, thinks his sister absolutely hung the moon. She can always get him to laugh. He thought the face was funny, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375608927069157266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Spn_1oVgN5I/AAAAAAAABCM/iwmYBdS1tXc/s320/August+2009+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;For her actual birthday, we invited our local "family" over for a small dinner/ get-together. Although we've pretty much dropped off the social scene this summer, it was nice to still feel the love from so many great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375615523560607218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SpoF1mLnzfI/AAAAAAAABCc/3wvbfNuZbdE/s320/August+2009+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Still making the "party face" that the big girls taught her 2 1/2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375608934955521090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Spn_2FtwlEI/AAAAAAAABCU/b48G_6IU7yI/s320/August+2009+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Brandy and Bella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375615558370625298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SpoF3n2-hxI/AAAAAAAABC8/LFUCNlRHF2g/s320/August+2009+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Uncle Sean - always a hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375615553951024098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SpoF3XZQw-I/AAAAAAAABC0/R0ppZ3wktK0/s320/August+2009+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Does Hailey know that she is not going to be "Baby Hailey" much longer?  She loved hanging out in Kailyn's baby bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SpoF2FUF3YI/AAAAAAAABCk/BAxdW7OcaiE/s1600-h/August+2009+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375615531917630850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SpoF2FUF3YI/AAAAAAAABCk/BAxdW7OcaiE/s320/August+2009+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another pregnant belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375615541486079666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SpoF2o9YzrI/AAAAAAAABCs/7t6uVujxyBU/s320/August+2009+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And another...  who knew the Wisner's were expecting yet another baby?&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/31153073-1766071310602771533?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/1766071310602771533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=1766071310602771533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/1766071310602771533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/1766071310602771533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/08/four-years-old.html' title='Four years old!'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Spn_0GWfcNI/AAAAAAAABB0/oM4uRCA0_Ag/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-8355286982373668858</id><published>2009-07-16T15:43:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T16:08:45.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoping for a houseful...</title><content type='html'>How could a girl not want ten more.  How fun is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cf482127a28d633a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcf482127a28d633a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329919120%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D85FB47DF1EF935C2F023302E1D402112BA11FADC.2B95DADBF8E1028AB55752653FC3163B1D4D4506%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcf482127a28d633a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFpO42pXePqA70J2LOGZo2NhvK9Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcf482127a28d633a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329919120%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D85FB47DF1EF935C2F023302E1D402112BA11FADC.2B95DADBF8E1028AB55752653FC3163B1D4D4506%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcf482127a28d633a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFpO42pXePqA70J2LOGZo2NhvK9Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-8355286982373668858?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cf482127a28d633a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/8355286982373668858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=8355286982373668858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/8355286982373668858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/8355286982373668858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/07/hoping-for-houseful.html' title='Hoping for a houseful...'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-5313423540375000471</id><published>2009-07-16T10:43:00.014-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:40:56.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day</title><content type='html'>We had an extra special 4th this year... Aunt Michelle and Cousin Kate came to visit, and they brought Memere and Papa with them! The girls had such a good time together, and I can't wait to get together sometime down in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359132817080236674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sl925zo0uoI/AAAAAAAABBc/IOb6Eix9XeQ/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-78381d31d2d3a56" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D078381d31d2d3a56%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329919120%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E0ED562D46085DB81B0922DA725D169BD9E4D2E.3F5F045D96C82B4596DF02B8F36E128CB8D3A238%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D78381d31d2d3a56%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dumla4FLo1Rl7EIKsngY0XB8ZKb8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D078381d31d2d3a56%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329919120%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E0ED562D46085DB81B0922DA725D169BD9E4D2E.3F5F045D96C82B4596DF02B8F36E128CB8D3A238%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D78381d31d2d3a56%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dumla4FLo1Rl7EIKsngY0XB8ZKb8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Of course we couldn't miss the Valdez 4th of July Parade!!  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weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3a82705964f9f5dd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3a82705964f9f5dd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329919120%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D73646A104F90FB583F14F02F66B098650769DEF3.6D9E10B7F25AEFD0F38880089EA51801532FDBF9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3a82705964f9f5dd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dw4Orm6DF5gXUDRl9obDpQgjQzZM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3a82705964f9f5dd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329919120%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D73646A104F90FB583F14F02F66B098650769DEF3.6D9E10B7F25AEFD0F38880089EA51801532FDBF9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3a82705964f9f5dd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dw4Orm6DF5gXUDRl9obDpQgjQzZM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kate loves the water so much that we turned the sprinkler on for her and she had a blast !  Kids always amaze me - our tap water is glacier fed (read...  VERY cold!!!).  Even Kailyn, Miss Tough Alaska Girl, wanted nothing to do with it!  But Kate showed her Alaska spirit for sure!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-5313423540375000471?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3a82705964f9f5dd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4b0170e00268de29&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=78381d31d2d3a56&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9517c4544195bdb3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e1d223a578ef0c4b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/5313423540375000471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=5313423540375000471&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/5313423540375000471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/5313423540375000471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/07/independence-day.html' title='Independence Day'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sl925zo0uoI/AAAAAAAABBc/IOb6Eix9XeQ/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-104956406842390006</id><published>2009-07-13T23:55:00.008-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T00:41:45.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifelong dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"My mother always told me some people grow up wanting to be doctors or lawyers or teachers. She wanted to be a mommy," Markham said in a statement. "Her lifelong dream was loving her babies and being a voice for them."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley Markham is one of the 16 children whose parents were recently murdered in Pensacola, FL, where I went to college and then worked before moving to Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so many reasons, it has had me thinking about so many things these last few days. Mostly about how sad that such good people had to be taken from this world, but it's also helped me reflect on my own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had a few tragedies recently here in Valdez, too. This year alone, two dad's were taken way too soon from their very young families. Really, this type of thing seems like it will never happen to you, but why are any of us different from this family in Pensacola or one of the moms here that had possibly the worst possible thing happen and change their lives in a matter of minutes. Seconds even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not different. Those people probably woke up and went about their daily routine just like you and I did. They had no idea that it was their last day to see their kids. Their last day to kiss their spouse. That someone else would be finishing their to-do list. How could they have known that they would not, for whatever reason, get to finish &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me think about my own life. While I can't exactly say that I have ever wanted to die - I've always been pretty happy - I have never wanted to &lt;em&gt;live&lt;/em&gt; so badly. If nothing else, these tragedies have reminded me that each day is such a blessing. We are so lucky that for whatever reason, be it God or fate or whatever you believe, you get to walk in this world one more day. You get to see your kids, your spouse, your dog. One more time you get to leave your underwear on the floor even.... the world is completely open to you; you woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many people didn't get to do that this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I sound bleak, I certainly don't mean to. I have been refreshed, if nothing else, by the reminder that life is so delicate. I have been reminded to live each day as if it could be my last, because, really, it &lt;em&gt;could be&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley's quote reminded me of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt; with Brian one night after dinner. He mentioned that he, as Fire Chief, has reached his life goal. It's what he always wanted to be, and now, at 32 years old, he's there. In those talks, I've always been so proud of him that I never bridged the thought over to myself - I mean, really, how cool is that to be able to say? My thoughts stayed on the excitement I felt for Brian. But today I thought about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hit me that I, too, have reached &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; life goal. For as long as I can remember, I would always tell people that I wanted to be a wife, a mom, and a teacher. And look at that. I have been a teacher, though not the kind I would have preferred, and I will be a wife and mother until my last day. How fabulous is that? I, at the very least, got to live to see my life's dreams come true, and I will be living the dream each day until my last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that the same is true for you =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358229787561619138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlxBmkiG7sI/AAAAAAAABBE/7hmWpY38ni8/s320/565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358229786060209458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlxBme8JPTI/AAAAAAAABA8/49E1Q9ONibk/s320/575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;p.s. I do know that the pictures are repeats, but they really make me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-104956406842390006?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/104956406842390006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=104956406842390006&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/104956406842390006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/104956406842390006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-mother-always-told-me-some-people.html' title='Lifelong dreams'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlxBmkiG7sI/AAAAAAAABBE/7hmWpY38ni8/s72-c/565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-7714396446134159413</id><published>2009-07-10T14:50:00.014-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:40:54.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketchup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's summer in Alaska. What else can I say but chasing a 3-year old, a 10-month old, growing a baby in my belly, and attending the building of one fabulous cabin has kept me away from the computer. Here are a few (OK, alot, but I couldn't narrow it any more) pictures from what we've been up to over the last couple of months. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlfLANElKMI/AAAAAAAAA9s/7e80ArgWiyc/s1600-h/526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356973486149806274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlfLANElKMI/AAAAAAAAA9s/7e80ArgWiyc/s320/526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anchorage doctor's appointments give us lots of time with Memere &amp;amp; Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357803181601689490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Slq9m1fTj5I/AAAAAAAAA_c/I0IqXiqdQUU/s320/523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kailyn traded in her princess garb for a detective's suit at Memere's house. It seems that there have been some bad guys around.... hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlfK_8EJqCI/AAAAAAAAA9k/nFkSV4UGZu8/s1600-h/695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356973481584601122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlfK_8EJqCI/AAAAAAAAA9k/nFkSV4UGZu8/s320/695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kailyn had her first ballet recital and was a smashing success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlfK_j4-AWI/AAAAAAAAA9c/i8vO5KFNyZo/s1600-h/655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356973475095249250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlfK_j4-AWI/AAAAAAAAA9c/i8vO5KFNyZo/s320/655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlfK_MruDWI/AAAAAAAAA9U/pD_UzovZxgo/s1600-h/508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356973468865662306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlfK_MruDWI/AAAAAAAAA9U/pD_UzovZxgo/s320/508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My washer and dryer have been installed upstairs (YEAH!!) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlfOyoatjfI/AAAAAAAAA-E/hyL_64rV-Fg/s1600-h/747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356977651018730994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlfOyoatjfI/AAAAAAAAA-E/hyL_64rV-Fg/s320/747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lots of time has been spent outside, especially in our backyard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlfOyY79G5I/AAAAAAAAA98/NHhmWgf2cHw/s1600-h/714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356977646863195026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlfOyY79G5I/AAAAAAAAA98/NHhmWgf2cHw/s320/714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...where Kailyn got her first swing set.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356980940077824098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlfRyFHgeGI/AAAAAAAAA-M/pXaSLHbj_kU/s320/765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlfRy5K3iyI/AAAAAAAAA-c/CYP-i3JOrIM/s1600-h/532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356980954050562850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlfRy5K3iyI/AAAAAAAAA-c/CYP-i3JOrIM/s320/532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her last day at Mrs. Banner's Preschool - Beach Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357813569427531394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlrHDfJ-5oI/AAAAAAAABAs/jXCcdtYXQUw/s320/802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first of several cruise ships came to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357814753248482146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlrIIZO5E2I/AAAAAAAABA0/MjtNiPrSH3Y/s320/861.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;The hummingbirds arrived, so we made them some yummy food and have quite a few that regularly visit us, even when we sit outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlfVwm6m_gI/AAAAAAAAA_E/8D9rbmM3waQ/s1600-h/850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356985312837303810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlfVwm6m_gI/AAAAAAAAA_E/8D9rbmM3waQ/s320/850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even the cabin got a swingset...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357806650974501970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlrAwx6PfFI/AAAAAAAABAE/OQMK3LWon9M/s320/918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...And a new roof!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357810046969645122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlrD2c-lCEI/AAAAAAAABAc/GA6JAv1X8gA/s320/570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had so many friends come up to help Brian put the roof on - we feel so blessed to be surrounded by such awesome friends, even when we are not the best at keeping in touch as much as we'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlrAxaynFTI/AAAAAAAABAM/_2cKDcN3Vv8/s1600-h/555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357806661948347698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlrAxaynFTI/AAAAAAAABAM/_2cKDcN3Vv8/s320/555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Alaska girl - it's been so hot that she can't even stand to wear pants, but notice that she still has on her XTRA TUFFs - I think that this may be THE yearbook picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357810050253836386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlrD2pNl0GI/AAAAAAAABAk/hb6qrNlJX68/s320/577.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Charlie's been able to take some time from his busy schedule to relax in his namesake's chair at the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlfVwDKX9VI/AAAAAAAAA-8/UloaGdxdPm0/s1600-h/846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356985303239750994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlfVwDKX9VI/AAAAAAAAA-8/UloaGdxdPm0/s320/846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kailyn has broadened her flower-smelling/ picking obsession to include baby pinecones. Really cute baby pinecones... I am thinking of Christmas crafts to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlfVvwvw17I/AAAAAAAAA-0/37vjIiL2Z_Q/s1600-h/827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356985298296297394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlfVvwvw17I/AAAAAAAAA-0/37vjIiL2Z_Q/s320/827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charlie absolutely digs the swing!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356985285361677506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlfVvAj6NMI/AAAAAAAAA-k/CIxjTjwRkns/s320/808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Can you just tell how much he ADORES his big sister? And she cannot get enough of him, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlfVveCAdlI/AAAAAAAAA-s/aJ6BzCAOoAk/s1600-h/823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356985293272544850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlfVveCAdlI/AAAAAAAAA-s/aJ6BzCAOoAk/s320/823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Willie still loves rocks. His back seems to be pretty much healed, but it's not exactly 100%. I'm just glad that he's having fun and not in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357803173553943170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Slq9mXgksoI/AAAAAAAAA_U/C1PpNORCTg0/s320/542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357806671338269826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlrAx9xV7II/AAAAAAAABAU/P6uC0dVUxS8/s320/565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Even though she is still our Princess, this girl LOVES a pile of mud. Dad has to take her on a quick ride most every night at the cabin, and sometimes several rides if there's been rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357803164847934466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Slq9l3E5jAI/AAAAAAAAA_M/o9uFLuJjoi8/s320/540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;With all the trips to Anchorage, we've been able to hang out with the Head family and use our zoo pass from last summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlrAwW5QfCI/AAAAAAAAA_8/7SyGi6QFob0/s1600-h/904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357806643722615842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlrAwW5QfCI/AAAAAAAAA_8/7SyGi6QFob0/s320/904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlrAwJAcMqI/AAAAAAAAA_0/V0wke9pRRqo/s1600-h/887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357806639994647202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlrAwJAcMqI/AAAAAAAAA_0/V0wke9pRRqo/s320/887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More swinging - this is a regular theme around here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/31153073-7714396446134159413?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/7714396446134159413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=7714396446134159413&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/7714396446134159413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/7714396446134159413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/07/ketchup.html' title='Ketchup'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SlfLANElKMI/AAAAAAAAA9s/7e80ArgWiyc/s72-c/526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-5991637957311277379</id><published>2009-05-16T09:50:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T11:40:54.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An appeal</title><content type='html'>At our table, before eating dinner, we always say grace and give thanks for our food. Last night it went pretty normal - very informal, we all just go around the table as we have things to add, in no particular order, until nobody else has anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night followed our same tradition, and went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you God for this good food. And thank you for the baby in Mommy's tummy. And keep Daddy safe on his drive tomorrow. Please keep Mommy and my kids safe on the flight tomorrow. Please help Charlie to sleep past 6:00, and help Mommy be happy if he doesn't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I thought we were done and ready to say "Amen," &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt; threw out her last plea. It's one that she made once before to the offending party, but apparently her problem wasn't solved and she is appealing to the Higher Power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please help Daddy stay out of my bathroom so I can still use it without getting sick. Please. Amen."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-5991637957311277379?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/5991637957311277379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=5991637957311277379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/5991637957311277379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/5991637957311277379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/05/amen.html' title='An appeal'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-6979776151546894558</id><published>2009-05-10T15:53:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:12:04.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was listening to a talk show geared at giving kids some ideas about what to get mom for Mother's Day. One that really stuck with me for some reason was a mom of two that really really really just wanted a day of peace and quiet at a hotel. It didn't have to be nice at all, no spa needed, just a private room all by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong. I look forward to my peace and quiet as much as the next mom - I mean who doesn't lock the door and savor that long, hot shower each (hopefully) day? But that's not quite what I would ask for on Mother's Day. Nope. I want my kids jumping all over me and singing and playing while I do "mommy" sorts of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like give them lots and lots of kisses. So many, in fact, that my husband, possibly out of fear that I might devour them, told me that I am like a little sucker fish.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334349593308590498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SgdqsUjocaI/AAAAAAAAA9E/qcvYom9Feww/s320/suckerfish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;While this brought funny images to my mind, really, I feel more like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334350678156806450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sgdrrd7miTI/AAAAAAAAA9M/wOB3GxHhIWk/s320/blowfish.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A big, round, puffed up blow fish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-6979776151546894558?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/6979776151546894558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=6979776151546894558&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/6979776151546894558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/6979776151546894558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SgdqsUjocaI/AAAAAAAAA9E/qcvYom9Feww/s72-c/suckerfish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-8946697824663149801</id><published>2009-05-09T20:01:00.010-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:37:49.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peek A Boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SgZY6ijpIfI/AAAAAAAAA88/XayrvZ0aYsA/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334048571398889970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SgZY6ijpIfI/AAAAAAAAA88/XayrvZ0aYsA/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An easy way to stay entertained, I'd say. Charlie LOVES to play games and laugh and Peek-A-Boo has come back around as his favorite lately. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334048569311997058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SgZY6ayFrII/AAAAAAAAA80/nmNj1917Rhg/s320/021.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;Among other things that totally and completely crack Charlie up these days, "no" seems to also be a favorite. I am not really sure what to do about this; the sterner you say it, the harder he laughs. Luckily he's not &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; into anything that's too bad, but I'd like him to learn what it means before he does! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's such a tease, too. The other day, he had a paper that he started to put into his mouth, and of course, I told him "no," and pulled his hand down. He was laughing sooooo hard that it got to the point that no noise was even coming out of him. He would turn his head, but look at me and slowly bring it to his mouth, waiting for me to tell him "no" so he could throw his hands up and laugh. And, really, what can you do but laugh with him? I love watching their individuality and personality come out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a total side note: you may have heard me from time to time complain about my husband sleeping like a starfish. No kidding. Arms out, legs out - just like a star. He's lucky that I usually sleep on my side and pretty much stay in the same spot all night, or one of us would probably have to go (from the bed, that is). Anyways, I noticed something that gave &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; cause to laugh so hard that no noise came out. See if you can see what did it for me...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334048566347035698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SgZY6PvL9DI/AAAAAAAAA8s/1SCIQifi3Ac/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&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/31153073-8946697824663149801?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/8946697824663149801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=8946697824663149801&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/8946697824663149801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/8946697824663149801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/05/peek-boo.html' title='Peek A Boo'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SgZY6ijpIfI/AAAAAAAAA88/XayrvZ0aYsA/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-1075317722015598731</id><published>2009-05-05T10:12:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:59:54.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Girl School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SgCKHZigioI/AAAAAAAAA8U/xzlhDF1NC7c/s1600-h/Kailyn+-+big+girl+school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332413818526009986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SgCKHZigioI/AAAAAAAAA8U/xzlhDF1NC7c/s320/Kailyn+-+big+girl+school.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt; may get to go to the "big kid school" next year! Not as a kindergartner, of course, but they have a fabulous preschool program that we are trying to get her in to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so excited that she had her outfit for the screening, jewelry and shoes included, picked out two days early! It was a brief glimpse into the future as I walked with her, hand in hand, four houses up the street to the front door of the school. I can't believe that time has gone so quickly and this is my last school year with her at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We won't know for sure until fall, but I have a really good feeling about it. The teacher is great, and I think that it will be a good head start for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt; to get to know the school and some of the teachers and kids prior to starting kindergarten, especially since she will start a little younger than most kiddos. The program is a couple of hours each day, and the kids get to do fun activities like gym, library time, and music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-1075317722015598731?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/1075317722015598731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=1075317722015598731&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/1075317722015598731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/1075317722015598731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-girl-school.html' title='Big Girl School'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SgCKHZigioI/AAAAAAAAA8U/xzlhDF1NC7c/s72-c/Kailyn+-+big+girl+school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-2884514469016125065</id><published>2009-05-01T10:28:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:30:55.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm likin the new tune!</title><content type='html'>No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dancin&lt;/span&gt;' tune for Charlie this morning...  and although he did wake up at precisely 5:11 again, he wasn't happy and cheerful and didn't really seem ready to start the day.  So, I gave him his pacifier and held him until his breathing slowed....  and he went back to sleep for almost 2 1/2 more hours!  I woke up a VERY happy mama at 7:37.  Hallelujah!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-2884514469016125065?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/2884514469016125065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=2884514469016125065&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/2884514469016125065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/2884514469016125065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-likin-new-tune.html' title='I&apos;m likin the new tune!'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-1498631918711826568</id><published>2009-04-30T21:55:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:12:21.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5am - Mystery Solved?</title><content type='html'>This morning I finally was grumpy enough to bark at Brian that it SURE IS COINCIDENTAL that exactly 3 seconds after his alarm stops each morning, Charlie starts fidgeting and is fully awake within about 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that he gets up at 5am? And I am 4 months pregnant. And can't seem to fall asleep before 10pm. And that I REALLY DON'T LIKE 5am wake-ups?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have even become thankful for 6am.... what??? Anyone that knows me well knows that I am definitely, without a doubt, a 7am girl. If I can sleep till 7, the day is beautiful. Six... well, it's still good, but I am a little sleepy and sometimes nap in the afternoon. But 5 - it's like Oscar the Grouch has entered the premises. I am no fun to be around... and the old saying definitely holds true for this family: "If mama &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; happy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; nobody happy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting thing is that I really didn't think he could hear Brian's alarm. I was just super tired and grumpy, and the irritation at yet another 5am (5:11 really) wake up made me snap at Brian (sorry Brian!). Charlie has been waking up this early for a few weeks now, and he does it on the weekends, too, with no alarm clock, so that didn't seem to be a common link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Brian, being the problem-solver man that he is, brought his phone in to the dining room this evening. I didn't know what he was doing until the involuntary cringe went up my spine as I heard his alarm tune go off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which hopefully solved the mystery of the 5am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wakeup&lt;/span&gt;. Charlie, who was very interested in his dinner, started flapping his arms and cracking up - he LOVES it!!! Absolutely LOVES Brian's wake up song. I swear, he might be just 8 months old, but he was dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... sorry Charlie, we changed the tune. Although I love that he wakes up in such a fabulous mood, I am hoping for another hour (or two??) of shut eye in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-1498631918711826568?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/1498631918711826568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=1498631918711826568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/1498631918711826568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/1498631918711826568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/04/5am-mystery-solved.html' title='5am - Mystery Solved?'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-6513627516432072356</id><published>2009-04-28T15:35:00.022-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:17:40.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Oops! I can't believe that I haven't posted these yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually, I can believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Here's some memories of our Easter this year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SfemToPv_II/AAAAAAAAA60/44Gt8yUSXFo/s1600-h/DSC_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329911540167474306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SfemToPv_II/AAAAAAAAA60/44Gt8yUSXFo/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a few close friends over on Good Friday for a little party. The big girls, Bella and Kailyn, we so efficient at finding the "hidden" eggs that we had to congratulate them almost right away on "winning" and have them go to the table to decorate eggs. They were ecstatic and I was relieved that the younger girls would have a chance to find a few! Who knew that amongst the squeals and giggles they would be filling their little bags to the brim so quickly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329900941280388674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SfecqsUJpkI/AAAAAAAAA6E/ZM6Ww3Ea91I/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SfeiPIjoxLI/AAAAAAAAA6c/uRb9YinLUxs/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329907064894964914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SfeiPIjoxLI/AAAAAAAAA6c/uRb9YinLUxs/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SfefoAKvqsI/AAAAAAAAA6U/55ts2vSAn7Y/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329904193604922050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SfefoAKvqsI/AAAAAAAAA6U/55ts2vSAn7Y/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to Justin Major for saving the day and painting the little Easter baskets after Brian got stuck in Anchorage, each little girl was able to have a basket to carry her eggs home in. I'd say that we will do this again for sure!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329904192280211170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sfefn7O6LuI/AAAAAAAAA6M/V-fZ1k0cOpg/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SfemTeaTO0I/AAAAAAAAA6s/z9mCuXYI3IM/s1600-h/DSC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329911537527372610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SfemTeaTO0I/AAAAAAAAA6s/z9mCuXYI3IM/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SfeiPUoS-0I/AAAAAAAAA6k/gbuIH-yDaoI/s1600-h/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329907068135734082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SfeiPUoS-0I/AAAAAAAAA6k/gbuIH-yDaoI/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, Easter morning was beautiful. Kailyn wasn't sure if the Easter Bunny was going to come since she had such a hard time falling asleep. Plus, she knows that he won't risk coming in a home with toys on the floor since he could fall and get hurt and therefore not be able to visit other good little girls and boys. And she accidentally left some toys on the kitchen floor she remembered. Well, luckily for her, he found time to come after she did fall asleep, and Dad saved the day by cleaning up her toys (shew!). Not only did he leave a few candies, but he brought some presents, too!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329913702433549842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SfeoRfUJ7hI/AAAAAAAAA7E/3UGTc1kW23Q/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here she is coming downstairs to check it out... a little worried!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329913695912038834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SfeoRHBTkbI/AAAAAAAAA68/Cvzrb6kTN5g/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Her first sight of the some hidden eggs...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329917937507604898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SfesIAMfmaI/AAAAAAAAA7M/Jg454MrR7ic/s320/DSC_0057.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;div&gt;Charlie's just happy that he woke up again - he thinks life is just fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SffOgzy6a3I/AAAAAAAAA7s/KhUnGCB4o90/s1600-h/DSC_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329955747071159154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SffOgzy6a3I/AAAAAAAAA7s/KhUnGCB4o90/s320/DSC_0083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some presents from the Easter Bunny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sfeu6isfKDI/AAAAAAAAA7c/fdlxUrK17zA/s1600-h/DSC_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329921004785313842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sfeu6isfKDI/AAAAAAAAA7c/fdlxUrK17zA/s320/DSC_0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wonder how he knew that she LOVES to color - the window markers were a total hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329921010597003570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sfeu64WGgTI/AAAAAAAAA7k/UfM9n_K2ViE/s320/DSC_0081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jumping up and down with excitement to show dad the baby dress that the Easter Bunny brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SfesIU9sVtI/AAAAAAAAA7U/PHxoXcK8KJY/s1600-h/DSC_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329917943082669778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SfesIU9sVtI/AAAAAAAAA7U/PHxoXcK8KJY/s320/DSC_0076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And still more presents from Memere and Papa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329955753194663858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SffOhKm3r7I/AAAAAAAAA70/tln60ViYghI/s320/DSC_0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kailyn's new kuspuk from Memere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SffOhRPCAhI/AAAAAAAAA8E/QgkdRv95e6Y/s1600-h/DSC_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329955754973725202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SffOhRPCAhI/AAAAAAAAA8E/QgkdRv95e6Y/s320/DSC_0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-6513627516432072356?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/6513627516432072356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=6513627516432072356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/6513627516432072356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/6513627516432072356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SfemToPv_II/AAAAAAAAA60/44Gt8yUSXFo/s72-c/DSC_0035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-3660650719208405812</id><published>2009-04-19T15:26:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:45:59.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Hair</title><content type='html'>Well, I always wondered when the dreadful event would finally happen. Just after ballet practice yesterday, while dressed in pink from head to toe, and I mean &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; pink - pink hair ribbon, pink leotard, pink skirt, pink coat with a pink bunny zipper pull, and pink boots - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt; completely and utterly embarrassed me in public. She has done it a few times in front of friends, but this time was at the grocery store on a Saturday afternoon. In a VERY small town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking to the deli to get a yummy turkey sandwich, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt; spotted the lady in town that I only know how to describe as the "pink hair lady." We actually had our kids together at T-Time, but I am ashamed to say that I never really befriended her, and not for any good reason. She seems nice enough. And come on, I am originally from FL... it takes more than hot pink hair to scare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am talking hot pink. Like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326567399404542530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SevE1BGvGkI/AAAAAAAAA58/oDKk-EySaws/s320/pink+hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And apparently she didn't scare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt; either. She thought that the whole thing was quite silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom!!" she yells as loud as her little lungs will allow. "That lady has SILLY hair!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In total shock and completely at a loss for words, I grab &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt; and tell her that's not nice in a voice as hushed as hers is loud. To which she starts cracking up, both hands palm up, and yells again, directly at the nice lady with pink hair, who happens to be, I don't know, 3 feet away, "You have the SILLIEST HAIR I ever saw. People don't have PINK hair!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while giggling like the 3-year-old that she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the lady was possibly as embarrassed as I was, because she made a beeline for the next aisle. I didn't get the chance to explain that my daughter just loves pink, and would actually love to have pink hair herself but I haven't been able to find the right shade....  where did you ever find your color?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what do you say? I mean, really, it &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;kind of silly to have pink hair, isn't it? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt; was making an honest observation about what she saw as different. And it wasn't to be mean. When I asked her later if she liked it, she emphatically responded "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;YEAAAAAH&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that the pink hair lady will ever know this. I am hoping that by having hot pink hair she welcomes the added attention that I am sure it brings, and since she has kids of her own, I can only hope that she understands.  That is the only thing that will keep me showing my face in public for some while.  That hope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-3660650719208405812?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/3660650719208405812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=3660650719208405812&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/3660650719208405812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/3660650719208405812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/04/silly-hair.html' title='Silly Hair'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SevE1BGvGkI/AAAAAAAAA58/oDKk-EySaws/s72-c/pink+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-2366658793923513618</id><published>2009-04-03T08:09:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:16:06.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failing already...</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I posted last night and did not even think to mention one super important update.  A couple moms have been giving me advice on spreading out the attention so that each of the kids feels important, and I have been soaking it up as much as I can....  but apparently not as much as I need to.  Maybe there will just be some days when one child stands out to me more than the others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, yesterday, at not even 12 weeks, I FELT THE BABY!!!  And I felt it again this morning - there is no doubt whatsoever!  It's more like a bump than a kick, but there's definitely something moving around in there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One would THINK that would be worthy of a post, and it certainly is.  I honestly just forgot.  I called lots of people to tell them...  just didn't think to post it here on our journal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need to listen to that advice a little more carefully!  Hopefully by October I will be better =).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-2366658793923513618?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/2366658793923513618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=2366658793923513618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/2366658793923513618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/2366658793923513618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/04/failing-already.html' title='Failing already...'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-812543479182738973</id><published>2009-04-02T20:53:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:47:08.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kailyn's First Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt; and I finally got some much needed, one-on-one girl time last week while we were in Anchorage. Mom flew in on Tuesday night, so Wednesday morning we took off to Allure Hair Design &amp;amp; Day Spa. Brian gave me a gift certificate for Christmas, and I thought that this would be a great way to spend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my MUCH-NEEDED hair cut scheduled first so that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt; could get a look at everything that would go on.... which is why I was surprised that she was so uneasy about the whole thing. She is normally a pretty conservative girl - almost always watching from the sidelines when approaching new territory. That's not to say that she doesn't completely jump in once she checks the scene out, but she's a little cautious. So I was thinking that this would go great since she got to watch me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so much.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Although she had the best of manners and listened to all the instructions that Natalie gave her, she just did not look like she had a good time... Luckily she had already won everybody over by the time that it was her turn!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320331438535223362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SdWdQUk8KEI/AAAAAAAAA48/LSoOsgiXw84/s320/Kailyn%27s+haircut+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320331442059579842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SdWdQhtNkcI/AAAAAAAAA5E/woYs-WMS3zc/s320/Kailyn%27s+haircut+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt; How cute is this?? They had a little smock that was just her size!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320331442649468386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SdWdQj52jeI/AAAAAAAAA5M/vEliUeV4YxU/s320/Kailyn%27s+haircut+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320331446036196130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SdWdQwhT6yI/AAAAAAAAA5U/fFOjopGy4p8/s320/Kailyn%27s+haircut+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320331451435466306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SdWdREomPkI/AAAAAAAAA5c/tLfTBXHBxKM/s320/Kailyn%27s+haircut+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320335095255674066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SdWglK7CLNI/AAAAAAAAA5k/3TkIx_0kSYk/s320/Kailyn%27s+haircut+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This is about as close as we got to a smile during the actual hair cut.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320335099883304578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SdWglcKWNoI/AAAAAAAAA5s/7CzGu1qpKmY/s320/Kailyn%27s+haircut+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320335098175481138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SdWglVzK5TI/AAAAAAAAA50/D-eHs-mrQO8/s320/Kailyn%27s+haircut+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;***I was almost going to do a bob, which I think is super cute on little girls, but I just didn't have the nerve. So, most people can't really even tell that we cut her hair - we just took off the ends. Oh yeah, this part is VERY important, especially if you get to see it in person. It looks &lt;em&gt;JUST LIKE&lt;/em&gt; SNOW WHITE'S HAIR. Really. It does. Just ask. Or be told if you mess it up and forget. Or... gasp.... make a reference to the oh-so-yesterday's-favorite-princess &lt;em&gt;Cinderella&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-812543479182738973?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/812543479182738973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=812543479182738973&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/812543479182738973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/812543479182738973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/04/kailyns-first-haircut.html' title='Kailyn&apos;s First Haircut'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SdWdQUk8KEI/AAAAAAAAA48/LSoOsgiXw84/s72-c/Kailyn%27s+haircut+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-3014083510596608934</id><published>2009-03-16T21:53:00.011-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:09:54.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Birthday parties in one day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It couldn't have happened at a better time. After being cooped up for several weeks, we were all finally well enough to venture out on Saturday (this is a little out of order). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of Kailyn's friends from school turned four, and she had a princess ballerina party. It was so cute watching the girls dress up, dance around the living room, and get their nails painted. I brought Charlie along, too, and he especially loved all the pretty girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314037379884154818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sb9A148kf8I/AAAAAAAAA3U/WPcxgHRyQe4/s320/DSC_0084.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314037388504517042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sb9A2ZD0ybI/AAAAAAAAA3k/nzhFIsFM2e0/s320/DSC_0095.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314037394896938306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sb9A2w35ZUI/AAAAAAAAA3s/g2m2q7ne25E/s320/DSC_0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314037381957762130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sb9A2Aq9PFI/AAAAAAAAA3c/BpLifmfjGgU/s320/DSC_0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314051475166798018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sb9NqV91IMI/AAAAAAAAA4U/b4-NVqrqzI4/s320/DSC_0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sb9A1kB7h3I/AAAAAAAAA3M/3VE9bjxQBGU/s1600-h/DSC_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314037374269491058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sb9A1kB7h3I/AAAAAAAAA3M/3VE9bjxQBGU/s320/DSC_0076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, after naptime, we got to head over to Elias' 2nd birthday. We had so much fun playing on the sledding hill (mountain after the dads got through with it!). It was some nice family time and some YUMMY chili!!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314051494446626386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sb9Nrdyf9lI/AAAAAAAAA4k/gZultEpBHVE/s320/DSC_0109.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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314051497611872114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sb9NrplJx3I/AAAAAAAAA4s/6R8Uv2ZsUYY/s320/DSC_0111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314051497661759346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sb9NrpxC_3I/AAAAAAAAA40/xyLphANKOtk/s320/DSC_0118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314051484412648386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sb9Nq4aNm8I/AAAAAAAAA4c/r24xOWUS-a0/s320/DSC_0102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After such a long day of partying, Charlie was wiped out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-3014083510596608934?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/3014083510596608934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=3014083510596608934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/3014083510596608934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/3014083510596608934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/03/two-birthday-parties-in-one-day.html' title='Two Birthday parties in one day!'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sb9A148kf8I/AAAAAAAAA3U/WPcxgHRyQe4/s72-c/DSC_0084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-2710429267761265851</id><published>2009-03-16T21:41:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:53:27.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sb856Wi9xbI/AAAAAAAAA3E/4CHUrQE1OWw/s1600-h/DSC_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314029759967905202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sb856Wi9xbI/AAAAAAAAA3E/4CHUrQE1OWw/s320/DSC_0129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sb8551S4elI/AAAAAAAAA28/D6qzlxVT1Zk/s1600-h/DSC_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314029751042079314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sb8551S4elI/AAAAAAAAA28/D6qzlxVT1Zk/s320/DSC_0126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I am not sure why, but Charlie has had the worst time getting these crackers into his mouth. I have no idea what it is about them, because he surely has nooooo trouble at all getting anything and everything else in there, but so far as actual food, he's had a few issues. You can imagine his excitement when, after about two weeks of trying, he made it in all on his own! Go Charlie! Just one step closer to wiping your own hiney!!&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/31153073-2710429267761265851?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/2710429267761265851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=2710429267761265851&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/2710429267761265851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/2710429267761265851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sb856Wi9xbI/AAAAAAAAA3E/4CHUrQE1OWw/s72-c/DSC_0129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-7130964883887295643</id><published>2009-03-16T20:40:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:41:08.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad got Kailyn ready for ballet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sb834L5DnwI/AAAAAAAAA20/GWKQ98tQQ6w/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314027523724779266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sb834L5DnwI/AAAAAAAAA20/GWKQ98tQQ6w/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He just couldn't stand that she looked so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; in her pink leotard, pink tights, pink shoes, and, if I had done her hair, pink bow. But dad got her ready this morning... see if you can tell =).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-7130964883887295643?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/7130964883887295643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=7130964883887295643&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/7130964883887295643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/7130964883887295643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/03/dad-got-kailyn-ready-for-ballet.html' title='Dad got Kailyn ready for ballet'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/Sb834L5DnwI/AAAAAAAAA20/GWKQ98tQQ6w/s72-c/DSC_0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-7201045455712085835</id><published>2009-03-16T09:52:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:59:53.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope?</title><content type='html'>Only one question mark this morning.  Did you notice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was fabulous.  10 and 5.  Those are the times that he woke up and needed me.  10:00, I fed him, 5:00 I gave him the pacifier and held him for at least like 3 seconds.  I sang to him this morning one of my favorite songs: "You are my sunshine..." and this morning, that's what he was to me - a total ray of sunshine.  We were both so happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-7201045455712085835?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/7201045455712085835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=7201045455712085835&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/7201045455712085835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/7201045455712085835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/03/hope_921.html' title='Hope?'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-8491117131863540628</id><published>2009-03-15T11:24:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T11:50:02.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope??</title><content type='html'>Funny, I had forgotten how mom's love to help other moms. Absolutely no sarcasm here, really, I was amazed at the outpouring of advice and well wishes for Charlie and his sleep issues. Since he is not my first, I haven't really gotten that much advice from other moms. I remember with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt; that lots of people were happy to share their opinions... often... even if they didn't have kids. To the point of, can I admit, slight annoyance. But with Charlie I guess most people have assumed we've got it figured out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I mention that I don't... my goodness! I thank all the people that called and emailed what worked (and didn't work) for their kids. Which brings me to what is one of the most difficult (to me) parts of child rearing. There is no "one way," no "silver bullet," and certainly no "manual" that will help any of us along. A couple of moms are adamant that the "cry it out" method is the way to go and I am just prolonging the issue by not doing it. Others think that's kind of mean and have offered other ideas, including putting him back in our bed. One mom went through the same thing with her little guy just recently and it continued from month 7-11, then just kind pf petered out, suggesting it might just be a "phase." Another mom loved the "cry it out" with her first but then found that it didn't work at all for her second. So, I had forgotten about all the advice that will come your way if asked, but more importantly, I had forgotten how all the advice will seem to contradict each other and really land you back to square one... with no idea what path to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after a long talk with one of my favorite and most admired moms in the world, who, in fact, used the "cry it out" method but thought that it was so hard she and her husband had a bonfire outside so she couldn't hear the crying, I was starting to form a plan. While not responding to my baby's cries feels very unnatural to me, especially when I am not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;convinced&lt;/span&gt; that he is not hungry, I am nearly to the point of exhaustion and am willing to try most anything short of drugging my child (which was also suggested!). However, since this goes against my instincts, I am not going to do it right now. I am going to wait a week or two, recheck his weight, and see where we are. Charlie and I have talked about this, too, and amazingly, I think he was listening to his mama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because.... for two nights now, he has only woken up twice. I take that back. He's woken up a few times more than that, but HE HAS STARTED TO PUT HIMSELF BACK TO SLEEP!! Did he sense my desperation? One friend suggested that he likes to be snuggled at night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I held him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; when he was a newborn. Which got me to thinking: I used to hold him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; more than I do. So, I have added in some extra snuggle time during the day, especially since I have really cut back on nursing. Both my kids have been very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;snuggly&lt;/span&gt; babies (which I LOVE!), and I almost think that they need this like they need food. We also put him in a super warm bunting, which I was originally hesitant to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; they warn not to allow your baby to overheat. But I know my guy, and he LIKES TO BE WARM!! Other than that, we are just making a concerted effort to fill him up during the day, especially with filling solids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope that I haven't jinxed myself by &lt;strong&gt;hoping&lt;/strong&gt; that maybe we won't have to "cry it out" after all. But I haven't forgotten the idea. He was regularly waking up at 11, 1, and 4. Last night he woke up at 12, put himself back to sleep without crying, then woke up at 1:15 and was hungry. Really hungry - he ate 8 oz!! After that, he slept until 5, and Brian was able to help him back to sleep in about, I don't know, 4 seconds. Not bad, if you ask me. I can handle this.... Hopefully, he'll give up that early morning wake up, and then we can work on no more feedings if we can fill him up during the day. I think that we are on the right track....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-8491117131863540628?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/8491117131863540628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=8491117131863540628&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/8491117131863540628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/8491117131863540628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/03/hope.html' title='Hope??'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-4260143384109237312</id><published>2009-03-12T09:56:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:47:01.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numbers</title><content type='html'>41 - The number of minutes that it took my little guy to finally cry himself to sleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56 - The number of minutes that it took &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; to cry myself to sleep &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; Charlie was "sleeping."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58 - The number of minutes that he "slept" after crying himself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - The number of things that I later realized he had thrown up all over and therefore needed to be changed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;160 - The number of reasons that the Ferber (cry it out) method is not for our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - The number of hours that we peacefully slept once I gave in and brought him to our bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can I do?  Charlie has turned into the worst sleeper I know.  When he was first born, he would regularly sleep 5 hours, especially if it was with me.  By 6 weeks, he was in his crib and sleeping through the night.  By 3 months, and through month 4, we would regularly get 10 hours straight, though occasionally he would wake up once to nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About month 5 (mid-January, coincidentally....  how do they know??), he started having some issues.  I knew that my milk supply was down, so I began nursing him as often as he wanted.  Our schedule therefore got a little off, but what do you do when your baby is hungry?  So, he learned to go to sleep by nursing.  NOT GOOD.  Got my milk back up and started to work on falling asleep without me again, and we did OK for the most part.  Gone were the 10 hour nights, though.  He went from sometimes waking up once a night, to always waking up once, to sometimes waking up twice, to always waking up twice, and now we are at always waking up THREE times and sometimes waking up FOUR!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly cannot do it anymore.  It would be one thing if he was my only child and I could sleep some during the day.  And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt; has been an absolute angel - she will sit and watch Super Why! and Sesame Street as long as I need her to, but that's not exactly the kind of parent I want to be.  So, for lack of anything else to try, I gave the Ferber method a go last night.  It was horrible.  The sound of Charlie screaming for help was the most horrible sound I think that I have ever heard.  I felt so guilty that I could not go help my baby, but I realize that he needs the sleep as much as I do.  And now that I have another baby to take care of, we all really need the shut eye.   I have got to get him to sleep more one way or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I do?  I don't think that the "cry it out" way is for me.  But do I tough it out and try again?  Is it normal for them to get so upset that they throw up? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had to start supplementing and Brian suggested maybe we should try some soy formula.  As soon as Charlie wakes up we are headed to the store to get some and see if that helps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I stop fighting it and let him sleep with us for a few weeks to get him back on a good sleep schedule?  A big part of this all, I think, is that he &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; likes to snuggle.  Does he know that his time as "the baby" is limited, so he's banking it up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the answer is.  I am nervous that if he does sleep with me, I'll have a new battle to fight when I try to get him back in his crib.  I had no problems getting either of my guys in the crib the first time, but they were both pretty young when they stopped sleeping with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do know is that I am at my absolute wits end.  The combination of no-sleep (I am averaging 5 hours a night, broken up into 1-hour, then 2-hours, then 1-hour, then 1-hour), and the hormones that come along with a new pregnancy have made me a wreck.  If you'd like to send me an email with your thoughts, I'll take them =).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-4260143384109237312?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/4260143384109237312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=4260143384109237312&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/4260143384109237312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/4260143384109237312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/03/numbers.html' title='Numbers'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-5248434208628536298</id><published>2009-03-07T12:06:00.015-09:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T20:20:33.014-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SbLiruv8vRI/AAAAAAAAA2s/dFJ7NXqtwc0/s1600-h/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310556151534632210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SbLiruv8vRI/AAAAAAAAA2s/dFJ7NXqtwc0/s320/075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I spent Wednesday packing away my maternity clothes (really, I did this), and searching for the phone number to call my doctor in Anchorage to get a general physical. I've been going to the bathroom alot and wanted to make sure that I don't have diabetes, and plus, I figured it would be good to have a physical - I was having all kinds of aches and pains that didn't seem normal.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday I finally admitted that my jeans were a little snug, even though I have been eating pretty healthy and walking most every day.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;On Monday Kailyn mentioned to us both that she wanted 6 kids in the family  and wondered if there was a baby in my tummy yet.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I had bought a pregnancy test thinking that I could be getting my period soon, and I am a worry wart so I almost always have a test in the house.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Exactly a week prior, I had JOKINGLY mentioned to Shelly at the quilt shop that I am STARVING all the time and don't understand why - it's like I am pregnant I told her. I thought maybe it's because I've been walking so much. In all this time, the obvious never presented itself to me as that... it actually never really even crossed my mind. After all, I HAVE A BABY!! And he just turned six months!!! WHY would I think pregnancy?? Do you know what the chances of getting pregnant in the first six months after giving birth are? No?? Let me tell you. TWO PERCENT. Or, given another way, there is a 98% chance that you will not get pregnant in the first six months after giving birth. Yes, 98%.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;So as I was bringing a few things upstairs on Wednesday night, including the test, Brian asks ever so innocently, "what in the world is that??"&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," I answer, "I just like to have these in the house just in case we have a scare."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;"Are you going to take one now?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know.... I wasn't going to waste it.... I don't know, I guess I could, just to rule that out. I'll try to take it in the morning one day because that's the best time anyways."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;As I walked up the stairs, I thought, why wait till morning, just take it now. I knew I'd probably forget if I didn't. So I turned on the shower and took the test while the water was heating up. I went to put the cap on, because, as many of you know, it is SUPPOSED TO TAKE TWO MINUTES to show any lines. Well, the circle window was already blue. I looked at the directions thinking, "that's strange, these say that the control window is the second window..."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I put the test down thinking I was reading it wrong and continued getting ready for the shower.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Just before stepping in, I checked again with fresh eyes to see how I was supposed to read it, and low and behold, the control window also had a line. It took me a full minute to realize what that seemed to mean, but still, I thought that I must not understand the directions, though I will admit that they are pretty straight forward. I grabbed the directions, the test, and a towel, and went running downstairs, sobbing and in total shock. All I could say as I shoved the directions at my poor, unknowing husband, was "am I reading this right??" He didn't even need to look at it to know what that meant.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I handled my shock by sobbing, he handled his by laughing. Uncontrollably, hysterically laughing. Which got me to laughing, then crying, then laughing.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I spent the next day at the doctor's office waiting to find out how far along I was. When the nurse asked about my lmp, she corrected me when I said November 08, 2007. "You mean 2008?"&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;"Nope, I mean 2007. This little guy right here is mine... he's six months old."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;"Ooooh," she says. "I see that you are taking the 'get it all over with' approach."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;"I suppose," was all I could muster. I DEFINITELY wanted more kids. But I have to admit that this isn't the timing that I would have chosen. Brian is stoked - he even mentioned just a few weeks ago that we should try to have a little less time between Charlie and the next baby so that we are not 80 with kids still living at home. I'm not sure if this is what he meant then!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that we both win this one. It's taken a few days for me to get over the shock of finding out that there is a new guy in my belly, but I know that we can do this and it's going to be alot of fun.... Kids have a way of changing things up just a bit!!!! Now that I have overcome the shock, I am even going to go so far as to say that I am excited - I just LOVE babies, and cannot wait to have another one, no matter the timing.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;We had our first ultrasound, and I cried when I heard that sweet baby's heart beating loud and strong. We are almost 2 months into it - due on October 20. So, Charlie will be a year and 2 months if I deliver on my due date... but then my babies like to come early, so who knows how close they'll actually be. Kailyn is really hoping for a sister, but I don't think that any of us will know until the day of delivery. We'll see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-5248434208628536298?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/5248434208628536298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=5248434208628536298&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/5248434208628536298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/5248434208628536298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/03/two-lines.html' title='Two Lines'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SbLiruv8vRI/AAAAAAAAA2s/dFJ7NXqtwc0/s72-c/075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-7916949817362966586</id><published>2009-03-07T11:13:00.006-09:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T12:06:56.488-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for the stars</title><content type='html'>Charlie provides us with so many crack ups each day. A couple of mornings ago, we decided to put some Stars on his tray after he finished all his cereal (and his bananas)... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310551841631494674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SbLew3G94hI/AAAAAAAAA2M/QloR2nt2bRI/s320/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;He is just learning how to grasp little bitty things, and he is not completely coordinated at getting them into his mouth. Add that to the fact that kids this age do not usually understand that things can still exist even if they can't see them, and the combo made for an amusing morning. He would finally get one in his hand, then close his little fist and keep looking around to see what happened to the puff. He was making himself so frustrated that were "gone." It was kind of sad to watch him get so upset, but I couldn't help thinking how absolutely adorable he was. Of course I couldn't get pictures of him with the puff, but thought these were cute anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310549729373987954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SbLc16ViJHI/AAAAAAAAA2E/KNt6DRfqN6o/s320/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310549719526872338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SbLc1VpzFRI/AAAAAAAAA18/2Eu9SmHnED0/s320/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310551849931379218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SbLexWB0EhI/AAAAAAAAA2U/7amDFlwQJwE/s320/062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kailyn was sweet enough to finally give in and feed him the puffs. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310554116811313698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SbLg1S0G0iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/IM9mWrlj2vo/s320/068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310554110478454546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SbLg07OPDxI/AAAAAAAAA2c/5VHXOJoBB0M/s320/065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-7916949817362966586?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/7916949817362966586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=7916949817362966586&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/7916949817362966586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/7916949817362966586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/03/looking-for-stars.html' title='Looking for the stars'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SbLew3G94hI/AAAAAAAAA2M/QloR2nt2bRI/s72-c/056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-6044762151294244377</id><published>2009-03-07T10:49:00.005-09:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:12:34.411-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Kailyn's Ballet Performance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SbLVCIYOrpI/AAAAAAAAA10/_N8zUxtmv1c/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310541143208799890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SbLVCIYOrpI/AAAAAAAAA10/_N8zUxtmv1c/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SbLVCHxmNGI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Uz7Px2iHsGE/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310541143046763618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SbLVCHxmNGI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Uz7Px2iHsGE/s320/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SbLVByWw6aI/AAAAAAAAA1k/16ugy2KENII/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310541137297074594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SbLVByWw6aI/AAAAAAAAA1k/16ugy2KENII/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Kailyn had her first ballet performance on the 27th at the high school basketball game. All that needs to be said is PRECIOUS!!!!&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/31153073-6044762151294244377?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/6044762151294244377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=6044762151294244377&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/6044762151294244377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/6044762151294244377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/03/kailyns-ballet-performance.html' title='Kailyn&apos;s Ballet Performance'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SbLVCIYOrpI/AAAAAAAAA10/_N8zUxtmv1c/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-6933888425048795024</id><published>2009-02-14T23:22:00.005-09:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:40:14.915-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SZfUTD_CMhI/AAAAAAAAA1c/kd-5LifYubs/s1600-h/Kailyn%27s+Valentine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302940510204342802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SZfUTD_CMhI/AAAAAAAAA1c/kd-5LifYubs/s320/Kailyn%27s+Valentine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, ours didn't exactly go as planned, but we've learned that plans often times change with little guys. Charlie decided to give power-napping a try today. He does this occasionally, and creates an awful circle for himself because once he gets overtired, of course he can't fall asleep. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302940508495142978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SZfUS9nh4EI/AAAAAAAAA1U/LtKl6YK89kw/s320/Kailyn+shower.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, instead of a candlelit dinner, movie, and CHILDCARE for the evening, we tag-teamed dinner and spent the evening letting Kailyn test out her new shower - she loves it - and helping Charlie fall asleep - surprisingly easy after a bath, quick snack, and a few books. Brian and I rented a movie, but of course, we are way too tired to watch it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302940503282527442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SZfUSqMvrNI/AAAAAAAAA1M/M51KOw-ZLFA/s320/Charlie+sleeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes parenthood makes me feel so lame! The crazy part is I wouldn't trade knowing who my Valentine will be for the rest of my life for all the cool parties in the world!!! It feels so great to love and to be loved by such a fabulous family - I am so incredibly lucky!&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/31153073-6933888425048795024?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/6933888425048795024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=6933888425048795024&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/6933888425048795024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/6933888425048795024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SZfUTD_CMhI/AAAAAAAAA1c/kd-5LifYubs/s72-c/Kailyn%27s+Valentine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-4422534937891791385</id><published>2009-02-08T16:12:00.008-09:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T16:28:03.527-09:00</updated><title type='text'>How a princess kisses her prince</title><content type='html'>For those of you still wondering how a princess kisses her prince, Kailyn showed her daddy the other night. Now I will pass this knowledge along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, you lean in a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300600974464508738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SY-EgKML40I/AAAAAAAAA1E/F24BOL0u_NA/s400/lean+in+for+a+kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Then, well, then it's just easier to show you than to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300600972637709682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SY-EgDYpJXI/AAAAAAAAA08/JJaRjVPgqlo/s400/princess+kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;BTW: Brian is MOST DISTURBED by this. If you'd like to share some stories with him to make him feel better, that would be great. While I am SO AMUSED by this - I swear, I cannot stop laughing at this picture - he very sternly tells me "IT'S &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; FUNNY &lt;em&gt;AT&lt;/em&gt; ALL!" And for whatever reason, this makes it even more funny to me. Here's your picture, Memere!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-4422534937891791385?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/4422534937891791385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=4422534937891791385&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/4422534937891791385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/4422534937891791385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-princess-kisses-her-prince.html' title='How a princess kisses her prince'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SY-EgKML40I/AAAAAAAAA1E/F24BOL0u_NA/s72-c/lean+in+for+a+kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-389405072299058249</id><published>2009-02-08T14:59:00.024-09:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T16:12:09.815-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Need to talk to God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love having a three year old. There are many, many reasons why, but this morning my daughter was especially sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, if stories about 3-year-olds going poo gross you out, then you should move along at this point. This story is about poo... kind of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our normal routine around here is that Kailyn wipes if it's #1, grown-ups wipe if it's #2. I got the call around 1:50 that this would be a grown-up wipe. Yippee. I looked around to be sure I was indeed the only grown-up, and seeing that I was, made my way into the bathroom. Which was probably a good thing, as my husband has been known to gag over the smell of kids' poo. This one was baaaaaaad. I couldn't hold back, and told Kailyn, "my goodness, you can make some stinky poo!" Where would a hiney so small store all that stink? Sheesh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300588687133389730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SY95U8UKM6I/AAAAAAAAA00/50zS7o8PULg/s400/stinky+poo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll spare you a picture of her sitting on the throne, but with this face, she tells me, "I need to talk to God, I think. Maybe I should go see him and my Papa." These comments always bring mixed emotions for me. But, I prod, "Why, honey - why do you need to see God?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Well, I guess he just made my poo stinky. He sometimes makes people's poo stink, but I think, yeah... well, I think that I need to ask him if he would give me some poo that smells nice."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aaaahhh... a new prayer to add to our list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-389405072299058249?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/389405072299058249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=389405072299058249&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/389405072299058249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/389405072299058249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/02/need-to-talk-to-god.html' title='Need to talk to God'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SY95U8UKM6I/AAAAAAAAA00/50zS7o8PULg/s72-c/stinky+poo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-3952696826193938919</id><published>2009-02-07T23:37:00.003-09:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:54:25.362-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Post #3 with no kids...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SY6bi7fCqkI/AAAAAAAAA0s/gvlJprU4y4Y/s1600-h/HQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300344835847400002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SY6bi7fCqkI/AAAAAAAAA0s/gvlJprU4y4Y/s320/HQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But really... this is SO exciting. Anybody that knows me surely knows that this day ranks nearly as high as the birth of my children. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aaaahh&lt;/span&gt; - I exaggerate a tad. But I am really really excited to have my quilting frame set up. I enjoy piecing, but only because it lets me quilt... and I have quite a few quilts waiting to be finished. So, Miss Hailey, it looks like your quilt may not be a college graduation gift after all =).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-3952696826193938919?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/3952696826193938919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=3952696826193938919&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/3952696826193938919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/3952696826193938919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/02/post-3-with-no-kids.html' title='Post #3 with no kids...'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SY6bi7fCqkI/AAAAAAAAA0s/gvlJprU4y4Y/s72-c/HQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-1149058778413933013</id><published>2009-02-01T21:28:00.003-09:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:33:03.087-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Meema</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So it's not spelled the way we spell it, but I was searching for a new pink layout to get in the mood for Valentine's Day. I couldn't resist this one, epsecially when I saw it was called "Meema!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298084166306425282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SYaTepLQ6cI/AAAAAAAAA0U/e-Gtbme1TlA/s400/Leelou.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Leelou has lots of really cute blog layouts for free, or she can fix you up with a personal design for a reasonable price, I hear. If you're in the market, here's her link: &lt;a href="http://www.leeloublogs.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.leeloublogs.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-1149058778413933013?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/1149058778413933013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=1149058778413933013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/1149058778413933013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/1149058778413933013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/02/meema.html' title='Meema'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SYaTepLQ6cI/AAAAAAAAA0U/e-Gtbme1TlA/s72-c/Leelou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-7759001065743526369</id><published>2009-01-27T21:10:00.007-09:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:35:00.504-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Mt. Redoubt is likely to erupt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SX_89Z6YxnI/AAAAAAAAA0M/Leg3omM07Zw/s1600-h/redoubt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296229818668992114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SX_89Z6YxnI/AAAAAAAAA0M/Leg3omM07Zw/s400/redoubt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Without saying names, someone new to Alaska commented that he is overstimulated with Alaska. Temps going from thirty below to forty above, rain, snow, ice, roads closing, an earthquake, moose all over the place, avalanches, and now Mt. Redoubt is going to blow??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which got me thinking... at what point did all of this become "normal" to me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-7759001065743526369?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/7759001065743526369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=7759001065743526369&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/7759001065743526369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/7759001065743526369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/01/mt-redoubt-is-likely-to-erupt.html' title='Mt. Redoubt is likely to erupt'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SX_89Z6YxnI/AAAAAAAAA0M/Leg3omM07Zw/s72-c/redoubt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-8217983514214472924</id><published>2009-01-25T21:48:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:02:13.339-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SX1ebti58jI/AAAAAAAAAzg/dWpelrWUu_g/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295492567033049650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SX1ebti58jI/AAAAAAAAAzg/dWpelrWUu_g/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Today marked two years that my dad has been gone. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt; has happened since that night in the hospital, but I think that overall, he would be pleased with the way things are going with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295492571760066722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SX1eb_J6gKI/AAAAAAAAAzw/t9zb7gYEf3Y/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;We decided to take the advice of a good friend that often has great advice to give. Instead of being sad today, we used this time to reflect on the blessings that we have and our opportunity to spend yet another precious day on earth.  And what a great day it was!  Dad always loved the big snowflakes, and we got lots of them today (YEAH!!).  So we decided to load up the kiddos and go snowshoeing.  Overall, it was a great time, but I think that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt; might need to drink a Red Bull before we go next time.  She was a little slow...  Finally Brian convinced her to hitch a ride in the sled.  Charlie slept in the backpack, and I loved the chance to get outside and stretch my legs!  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295492569557286482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SX1eb28uvlI/AAAAAAAAAzo/PCyR-UeBjGk/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295492569091206882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SX1eb1Nm7uI/AAAAAAAAAz4/H5wvhA5ElAQ/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295492572602741522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SX1ecCS0sxI/AAAAAAAAA0A/RoxQwuWwyng/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-8217983514214472924?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/8217983514214472924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=8217983514214472924&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/8217983514214472924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/8217983514214472924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/01/dad.html' title='Dad'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SX1ebti58jI/AAAAAAAAAzg/dWpelrWUu_g/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-4697014702594431107</id><published>2009-01-23T21:55:00.011-09:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:25:49.183-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting up!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXrA3jTB4PI/AAAAAAAAAzY/UymOgV9-Wso/s1600-h/charlie+sitting+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294756372527833330" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXrA3jTB4PI/AAAAAAAAAzY/UymOgV9-Wso/s320/charlie+sitting+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well, I won't say that he's completely there yet, but Charlie sat all by himself for about 20 seconds, several times tonight. He's been really trying lately, so I know that he's close! It's so exciting. Of course, he was tired by the time I got the camera, but here's a few glimpses of what's to come! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298086910266614258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SYaV-XOWofI/AAAAAAAAA0c/RiyjpebUGfI/s320/Charlie+sitting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298086923655610402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SYaV_JGigCI/AAAAAAAAA0k/SHqRHN4hfEg/s320/charlie+sitting+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-4697014702594431107?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/4697014702594431107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=4697014702594431107&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/4697014702594431107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/4697014702594431107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/01/sitting-up.html' title='Sitting up!!'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXrA3jTB4PI/AAAAAAAAAzY/UymOgV9-Wso/s72-c/charlie+sitting+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-306232331708078828</id><published>2009-01-23T21:10:00.007-09:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:53:51.080-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Some FL pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently Charlie has been getting more attention on here then Kailyn, at least in picture space (Kailyn made note). So, here's some fun pictures of her! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294741791090478850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXqzmzNdDwI/AAAAAAAAAxI/nVo9dpTEOww/s320/Alligator+Farm+snake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Scared to death, here she is bravely holding a "mama" snake. Really, it was a 3 month old baby snake, but Kailyn convinced herself that it must be a mama because a mommy snake would &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; hurt a little girl..... "right mom?" she timidly asked. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294741798472924898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXqznOtkPuI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/hiCezCllxiw/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294741801693441602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXqznatZbkI/AAAAAAAAAxY/HzFMqyBd9Fk/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She was a lot more excited about this guy - he ate snacks right out of our hand! It was sooo cool to be so close to a giraffe; what neat animals! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294741807906787314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXqznx2xj_I/AAAAAAAAAxo/32qItQxaj5s/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kailyn definitely has some Florida girl in her! She did not want to get out of the water, and absolutely loved the beach. Here's the condo that we stayed at in St. Augustine - it was incredible. I would have never thought that I would become a snowbird, but it seems that my worst fears growing up have been realized! Kailyn ran through the waves in her bikini while the locals walked snuggled together in their parkas, hats, and scarves. And I wasn't embarrassed at all!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294745804480488738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXq3QaQMpSI/AAAAAAAAAyI/WknXiOz2H44/s320/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294745800564143586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXq3QLqd9eI/AAAAAAAAAyA/Gzi57GJK7aQ/s320/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294745789321620130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXq3PhyCqqI/AAAAAAAAAx4/cpAPmAaIjUw/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We did the touristy thing this trip... rented a minivan, a condo on the beach, and explored the town of St. Augustine. I'd been before, but it was a totally different experience with my husband, kids, and mom!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294745786281155090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXq3PWdI2hI/AAAAAAAAAxw/TwE58Ueg714/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We finished the trip off with a few more days in South Florida at mom's house for Thanksgiving. Here's a few family shots, and of course, Kailyn back in the pool!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294748957339105970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXq6H7kROrI/AAAAAAAAAyg/Fl89UfQ1KgQ/s320/068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294748946071049730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXq6HRlwVgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/dkNfbZixx64/s320/066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294748956009506594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXq6H2nRJyI/AAAAAAAAAyo/CvYKgTX6dFM/s320/069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294745804218576354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXq3QZRwLeI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/ZK6Ie1w6APg/s320/062.JPG" border="0" /&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/31153073-306232331708078828?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/306232331708078828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=306232331708078828&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/306232331708078828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/306232331708078828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-fl-pictures.html' title='Some FL pictures'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXqzmzNdDwI/AAAAAAAAAxI/nVo9dpTEOww/s72-c/Alligator+Farm+snake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-844884925896347958</id><published>2009-01-21T21:23:00.003-09:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:52:35.632-09:00</updated><title type='text'>A Play Date for Charlie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXgTonfIvDI/AAAAAAAAAwE/syZHQJNQhWk/s1600-h/Charlie+%26+Oliver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294002950489291826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXgTonfIvDI/AAAAAAAAAwE/syZHQJNQhWk/s400/Charlie+%26+Oliver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;We got to go hang out at Cynthia's house this afternoon, and what a great time we all had! Oliver was born just a few days before Charlie, so it was nice for me to hang out with a mom of another 5-month old. Charlie and Oliver got along splendidly, seeing how they both pretty much just smile and drool, and of course, Kailyn was in HIGH HEAVEN with TWO babies to play with!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294002959238946306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXgTpIFN3gI/AAAAAAAAAwU/mpOhfGmCkXc/s400/kids+on+floor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294002953918276546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXgTo0Qq48I/AAAAAAAAAwM/D60eZuNNoLE/s400/chattin+it+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Look at these cuties chattin' like old friends!  Do you see Oliver's little hand on Charlie's leg, for emphasis?  I LOVE IT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-844884925896347958?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/844884925896347958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=844884925896347958&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/844884925896347958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/844884925896347958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/01/play-date-for-charlie.html' title='A Play Date for Charlie'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXgTonfIvDI/AAAAAAAAAwE/syZHQJNQhWk/s72-c/Charlie+%26+Oliver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-4600968553338139255</id><published>2009-01-19T16:01:00.004-09:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:22:25.672-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Martin Luther King Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I decided that Kailyn is old enough to start talking about the meaning of some of the holidays that we *celebrate.* Thanksgiving and Christmas were easy, but this one proved to be a little more challenging. Here's why: Kailyn has not yet noticed that some people look different than others; they're all just &lt;em&gt;people&lt;/em&gt;. And after some thought, I decided that there was no need to have her begin to classify people based on their skin color. It always seemed silly to me, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I searched online for a crafty idea that fit her level, my supplies, and Charlie's nap time, and here is what we came up with. It was perfect. We talked about MLK's dream that everyone would be treated the same, no matter whether they had black hair or blond, were tall or short, young or old. She was most concerned that sometimes people are not nice to each other, and it was her dream that the world would be full of nice people, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The project started out kind of funny. She chose one color for the background, red, and then I allowed her to pick one more color, white. We tore some strips and talked about how it was kind of boring so far... we needed some more colors. So we chose another color, black, and although it looked better, another color might make it even more interesting and beautiful. Kind of like the world - the more different kinds of people we play with, the more fun we have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the funny part, if you know Kailyn, is that she stayed true to herself and began by lining each color up in a row, grouped away and not touching any other colors. Soooo not the point. It took a little effort and convincing that they would &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; like to be around &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; colors, but this is what we finally ended up with. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293179755904618418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXUm8Yr7z7I/AAAAAAAAAv8/m36cfPrU5_U/s400/MLK+Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-4600968553338139255?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/4600968553338139255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=4600968553338139255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/4600968553338139255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/4600968553338139255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/01/martin-luther-king-day.html' title='Martin Luther King Day'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXUm8Yr7z7I/AAAAAAAAAv8/m36cfPrU5_U/s72-c/MLK+Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-8551901374896752642</id><published>2009-01-18T23:37:00.005-09:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:31:32.969-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Brilliance</title><content type='html'>I have a new addiction... no, it's not drugs or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; anything hip or cool like that. It's an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; site that absolutely cracks me up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I read it. But recently, a post served me more than just to make me laugh. It is actually saving me some time and making my family more harmonious each and every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday night, while stirring the spaghetti sauce with one hand and bouncing Charlie with the other, all while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt; was running around the house like a crazy lady, I was reminded of a post that details the &lt;em&gt;glorious&lt;/em&gt; idea of allowing the big kids to take the little kids for a "walk" in the house. Well, for those of you that don't live in Valdez, we have been having some pretty crappy weather. It was freezing cold and super windy, then it snowed for a day and has now been raining (in January???) for the past three days. Whatever. We are all so tired of being inside that we are willing to try new ideas, even if they go against small warning stickers placed on your kids toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt; to stop her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;triathlon&lt;/span&gt; and chat with me for a minute. Did she want to take Charlie for a walk in her pink stroller? Oh my... if you could have bottled this child's excitement and sold it you would be a millionaire for sure. She had her pink stroller downstairs and ready to go before I even finished explaining that it was a "walk" not a "run" and we need to take the corners easy.... Anyways.... it was a hit! Charlie LOVES IT, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt; thinks that she is a supermodel rock star mom (she pauses every so often to do a little dance and ask if I'd like to take a picture of her), and the family dog, Cedar, has even decided to join in since his walks have been pretty much nil of late. Who'd of thought I could make so many people happy with one little idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXRCq1Uxc-I/AAAAAAAAAvs/62rOUGSnD9w/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292928765703320546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXRCq1Uxc-I/AAAAAAAAAvs/62rOUGSnD9w/s400/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lap 8.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292928759228456466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXRCqdNC3hI/AAAAAAAAAvc/O_lLCZMAtuA/s400/DSC_0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They are all LOVING LIFE about now! Charlie is shaking his hands here he is so excited - he's such a ham!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292928763751441922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXRCquDaJgI/AAAAAAAAAvk/USRSfHYJvI0/s400/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of her dance breaks - can you tell how uninterested in the stop Cedar is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292928769483127506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXRCrDZ8utI/AAAAAAAAAv0/sr1puwwdW-Y/s400/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt; is just checking out Charlie to make sure he's still having fun. She is such a thoughtful big sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to the Meanest Mom for the idea - check out her blog at &lt;a href="http://themeanestmom.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://themeanestmom.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-8551901374896752642?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/8551901374896752642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=8551901374896752642&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/8551901374896752642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/8551901374896752642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/01/brilliance.html' title='Brilliance'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXRCq1Uxc-I/AAAAAAAAAvs/62rOUGSnD9w/s72-c/DSC_0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-55574863079446446</id><published>2009-01-18T22:23:00.006-09:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:30:28.519-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie's Dedication</title><content type='html'>May you always find joy in your heart, may you always find comfort in the love of your family and friends, and may you always find peace in Nature - Merreley Donohue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292919003218238914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXQ5ylO83cI/AAAAAAAAAvU/pJoAp_wMS6Y/s400/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to all who offered your prayers and blessings as we dedicated Charlie today. In this picture are Bryan &amp;amp; Jessica Vincent, their son Eric, Pastor Chad Richardson, and us. Charlie is wearing the Baptismal &lt;strong&gt;gown&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;not a dress!!!)&lt;/em&gt; that Peggy made for the grandkids from her wedding dress. After church, we had some friends over for brunch, which was a nice way to spend such a special day. I couldn't believe that even with most of our regular circle of friends unable to come, we still had 30 people in our house! I hope that Charlie and our family continue to receive the blessing of being surrounded by so many wonderful people in our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-55574863079446446?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/55574863079446446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=55574863079446446&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/55574863079446446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/55574863079446446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/01/charlies-dedication.html' title='Charlie&apos;s Dedication'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXQ5ylO83cI/AAAAAAAAAvU/pJoAp_wMS6Y/s72-c/DSC_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-657535819767617045</id><published>2009-01-15T22:56:00.003-09:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:24:40.419-09:00</updated><title type='text'>It's dumping out and we love it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXBCeqdlVBI/AAAAAAAAAvE/WKt-5bRvWGI/s1600-h/snowing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291802656722211858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXBCeqdlVBI/AAAAAAAAAvE/WKt-5bRvWGI/s320/snowing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, after weeks of crazy wind, freezing temperatures, and a three-year-old that NEEDS to go outside, I was reminded today why we live in Valdez and not sunny Florida. It snowed! And what a beautiful snowfall it was! I love these big huge flakes - they always make me think of my dad.   Shortly before he died, he would sit in front of our window just watch the snow fall, commenting on how cool it was and that he was glad to get to see that again. And really, it is cool to watch.  I wish that I knew what it was that he thought about. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291802652976230338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXBCecgeL8I/AAAAAAAAAu8/jwkpWfzTdFE/s320/snowflake.jpg" border="0" /&gt; One (actually a comparatively small) snowflake that fell next to my foot while taking pictures. It's at least the size of a quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291802648369663522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXBCeLWLjiI/AAAAAAAAAu0/WhEWzZGD5l0/s320/36+degrees!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thirty six degrees!! Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291802658472573234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXBCew-5uTI/AAAAAAAAAvM/jirAHzigvHo/s320/the+deck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I guess Brian will be digging out the snow blower! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-657535819767617045?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/657535819767617045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=657535819767617045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/657535819767617045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/657535819767617045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-dumping-out-and-we-love-it.html' title='It&apos;s dumping out and we love it!'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SXBCeqdlVBI/AAAAAAAAAvE/WKt-5bRvWGI/s72-c/snowing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-8277469600168131855</id><published>2009-01-09T22:33:00.006-09:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:59:42.130-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas at Memere's &amp; Papas</title><content type='html'>We were lucky enough to be able to sneak in a trip to Anchorage to celebrate Alayna's first birthday (those pictures are on the other camera, but check out Erin's blog at &lt;a href="http://livin-it-lovin-it.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://livin-it-lovin-it.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; until I can add those in) and Christmas over the December 19th weekend. We had a blast, and I would even go so far as to say that it was my favorite Anchorage trip yet. We flew in, so we actually had the full four days instead of two in town and two on the road. If not for the price to fly and rent a car, I would do it that way from now on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Kailyn's favorite gifts this year was a real guitar from Memere &amp;amp; Papa. After Charlie's bedtime story, read by big sister, I went downstairs to put him to bed. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289566610506842146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SWhQzpMHACI/AAAAAAAAAuE/xR1RM3Trxd8/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289566615117480210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SWhQz6XXwRI/AAAAAAAAAuM/IxcEmWs3zT4/s320/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Upon returning, Kailyn had flipped her hat over on the floor in front of her and instructed me to "put some money in the hat, please." &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289569377710413938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SWhTUt02mHI/AAAAAAAAAuk/H5ewFcWoH0Y/s320/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289569378999190018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SWhTUyoHwgI/AAAAAAAAAus/0vMOZfLZO7I/s320/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt; How could anyone resist? We're off to New York next week to make some money so we can fly to Anchorage every time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-8277469600168131855?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/8277469600168131855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=8277469600168131855&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/8277469600168131855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/8277469600168131855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-at-memeres-papas.html' title='Christmas at Memere&apos;s &amp; Papas'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SWhQzpMHACI/AAAAAAAAAuE/xR1RM3Trxd8/s72-c/039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-8519257173284945633</id><published>2009-01-09T22:10:00.004-09:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:31:41.390-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you dare smile!</title><content type='html'>Kailyn had her friends Elaina, Bella, and Sarah over the other day for a play date. My lack of sleep really showed through when I suggested that we paint... we being the four children ages three and younger. Anyways, it was a great time, and we have some beautiful artwork to remember, but I think that the funniest part was when I asked the girls to smile for a picture. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289562928670396818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SWhNdVR5UZI/AAAAAAAAAts/_fiJLZmOu2A/s320/104.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brandy joked with the girls, "don't you dare smile, nooooo, don't you do it!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To which our daughters, Kailyn &amp;amp; Bella, immediately disobeyed and began giggling and smiling in hopes of the dire punishment (tickles, perhaps??) that was sure to follow. As I clicked the picture, though, I noticed that Elaina, who just moments before was also showing her gorgeous smile, had promptly minded Miss Brandy and wiped the smile immediately off her face. Tooo cute! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289562926935562690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SWhNdO0R2cI/AAAAAAAAAtk/uAGLAEJO-QE/s320/101.JPG" border="0" /&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/31153073-8519257173284945633?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/8519257173284945633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=8519257173284945633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/8519257173284945633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/8519257173284945633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-you-dare-smile.html' title='Don&apos;t you dare smile!'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SWhNdVR5UZI/AAAAAAAAAts/_fiJLZmOu2A/s72-c/104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-4261893024722245193</id><published>2009-01-09T20:29:00.006-09:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:07:31.094-09:00</updated><title type='text'>No more Kailyn...</title><content type='html'>My sweet daughter announced this morning that she is no longer Kailyn. Apparently, my response was not good enough, because she let out a big sigh and said, "MOM, I saaaaaaaiiiiidddd, there is &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; Kailyn. Aren't you so sad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing the gravity of this situation, I knealt down, grabbed her hands, and cried, "Oh nooooo........ where &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; my Kailyn? I &lt;em&gt;would &lt;/em&gt;be &lt;em&gt;sooooo&lt;/em&gt; sad without her!" (Much better, Mom). "Well, I want a new name. I'm not Cinderella, either. I think I'll be Gus," she replied, apparently more satisfied with my second reaction. With a quick turn, off she went downstairs to pick out her cereal. Or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I now realize she was really doing was creating a path, Hansel and Gretal style, for all her other mouse friends to come and find the said bowl of cereal once it was placed at her seat. She also "corrected" one of my favorite pictures of her holding Charlie in case I forgot that I no longer have a Kailyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now ask that all stickers sent to Gus be in packs of 1 instead of 55.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289536993975214754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SWg13vAuIqI/AAAAAAAAAtM/L4K6OlsXk0E/s320/144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289536997116971794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SWg136txixI/AAAAAAAAAtU/wxWBFFee4-k/s320/147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289537000219513058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SWg14GRekOI/AAAAAAAAAtc/HO5ETbx89BM/s320/148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-4261893024722245193?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/4261893024722245193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=4261893024722245193&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/4261893024722245193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/4261893024722245193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-more-kailyn.html' title='No more Kailyn...'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SWg13vAuIqI/AAAAAAAAAtM/L4K6OlsXk0E/s72-c/144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-152454689396630515</id><published>2008-11-07T09:52:00.004-09:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:23:20.791-09:00</updated><title type='text'>More Charlie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRSV6RYJAlI/AAAAAAAAAsg/oI9ONvZmHc4/s1600-h/DSC_0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265998692632560210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRSV6RYJAlI/AAAAAAAAAsg/oI9ONvZmHc4/s320/DSC_0568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How could that face not make you laugh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRSV6ILoAyI/AAAAAAAAAsY/QkoLl_AVi2s/s1600-h/DSC_0567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265998690164146978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRSV6ILoAyI/AAAAAAAAAsY/QkoLl_AVi2s/s320/DSC_0567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRSV5m06f5I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/iIwoqPMwA2k/s1600-h/DSC_0566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265998681210519442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRSV5m06f5I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/iIwoqPMwA2k/s320/DSC_0566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRSV5aI9YuI/AAAAAAAAAsI/_Z_LNdieIB8/s1600-h/DSC_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265998677804933858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRSV5aI9YuI/AAAAAAAAAsI/_Z_LNdieIB8/s320/DSC_0557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's got the Beauvais' chatterbug gene! He's talking up a storm here, but I am not sure that you can tell???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRSV41Si-EI/AAAAAAAAAsA/q6mLFgW5Fpo/s1600-h/DSC_0556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265998667913033794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRSV41Si-EI/AAAAAAAAAsA/q6mLFgW5Fpo/s320/DSC_0556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Nothing to write - I just couldn't resist. I just love the sideways toothless smiles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-152454689396630515?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/152454689396630515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=152454689396630515&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/152454689396630515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/152454689396630515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-charlie.html' title='More Charlie'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRSV6RYJAlI/AAAAAAAAAsg/oI9ONvZmHc4/s72-c/DSC_0568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-6309315544421402228</id><published>2008-11-06T08:45:00.006-09:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:28:44.443-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>I think this Halloween was the longest ever! Kailyn's preschool carved pumkins the week before, then the library had a party, her school had a party, the elementary school had a party, we went trick-or-treating (or chicken treating if Kailyn's talking), and then Matt &amp;amp; Brandy had a party... it was fun, but I am glad that we are moving on to the next holiday, which includes a TRIP TO FLORIDA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRN9XX2hU0I/AAAAAAAAArI/DJC6EcU7bDA/s1600-h/DSC_0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265690229819396930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRN9XX2hU0I/AAAAAAAAArI/DJC6EcU7bDA/s320/DSC_0537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265690335891161890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRN9djAAAyI/AAAAAAAAArY/iADzQPvIeiA/s320/DSC_0549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kailyn tried to convince Dad to take the slimy stuff out, but she eventually got in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265703610846953874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SROJiQEGQZI/AAAAAAAAAr4/FqDKw0r-Dhk/s320/DSC_0601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kailyn and her Valdez BFF, Bella, at the preschool party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265703603999315714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SROJh2jflwI/AAAAAAAAArw/OZz2-M-2WwI/s320/DSC_0584.JPG" border="0" /&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/31153073-6309315544421402228?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/6309315544421402228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=6309315544421402228&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/6309315544421402228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/6309315544421402228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRN9XX2hU0I/AAAAAAAAArI/DJC6EcU7bDA/s72-c/DSC_0537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-5908754065269418486</id><published>2008-11-05T16:30:00.004-09:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:36:27.855-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats Brian!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After a lot of hard work and dedication, I am proud to post that Brian Major passed the white helmet on to Brian Beauvais. Congratulations, honey! &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265360887828259426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRJR1JU9ImI/AAAAAAAAAqo/3Un3ud3cfiE/s320/DSC_0432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Chief Major inspecting the ranks one last time. All of these firefighters have served under his command at one time or another.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265360898111076434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRJR1vokeFI/AAAAAAAAAqw/7YCnlSRiEDg/s320/DSC_0424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Justin Major hugging his dad.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265360899382428594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRJR10Xrw7I/AAAAAAAAAq4/7mRUIicVxyg/s320/DSC_0447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265360909116287842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRJR2Yoaq2I/AAAAAAAAArA/itRAjPSNc5I/s320/DSC_0448.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Brian accepting the responsibility of Fire Chief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-5908754065269418486?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/5908754065269418486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=5908754065269418486&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/5908754065269418486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/5908754065269418486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2008/11/congrats-brian.html' title='Congrats Brian!'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRJR1JU9ImI/AAAAAAAAAqo/3Un3ud3cfiE/s72-c/DSC_0432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-8327090311483986323</id><published>2008-11-05T15:04:00.004-09:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:15:02.970-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We weren't so sure about the Blueberry Bash this year, especially after Charlie's bout with jaundice. But, you know, my labor started the last time I had been at the cabin - I think that he really likes it there and was anxious to check the place out! Soooo... we went.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265336025879294914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRI7N_WaM8I/AAAAAAAAAqI/a4XGqRa7xXo/s320/DSC_0360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265336033839284706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRI7OdAOAeI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/d3uRhKTlIm4/s320/DSC_0361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265336041365010338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRI7O5Cfd6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/qC4qnd0IiSs/s320/DSC_0365.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it ended up being the perfect time to bury dad's ashes. It was sad that Dana couldn't be there, but I was glad that she was OK with us finally taking him back to a place that he loved to be. Dad just loved it there, and I am glad that we found a special place for him. We let Charlie sit on his Papa's chair while we buried him and said a little prayer. Kailyn wasn't too sure what was going on, but she knew it was a special day. The weather was absolutely beautiful, with just the perfect amount of wind so that the American flag snapped every so often. I think that Dad would have been happy, and I'm glad that he's there.&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/31153073-8327090311483986323?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/8327090311483986323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=8327090311483986323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/8327090311483986323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/8327090311483986323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2008/11/dad.html' title='Dad'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRI7N_WaM8I/AAAAAAAAAqI/a4XGqRa7xXo/s72-c/DSC_0360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-2282219259047276349</id><published>2008-11-05T14:44:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:00:28.501-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to know the family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRIy6k5gdQI/AAAAAAAAAqA/FsxI0asJUoY/s1600-h/DSC_0479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265326896268211458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRIy6k5gdQI/AAAAAAAAAqA/FsxI0asJUoY/s320/DSC_0479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRIy5QMx7ZI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ZhbV0JYpqdQ/s1600-h/DSC_0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265326873532034450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRIy5QMx7ZI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ZhbV0JYpqdQ/s320/DSC_0489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlie is absolutely a perfect fit...  of course we all adore him, but it seems he's pretty crazy about all of us, too.  He smiles all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-2282219259047276349?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/2282219259047276349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=2282219259047276349&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/2282219259047276349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/2282219259047276349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2008/11/getting-to-know-family.html' title='Getting to know the family'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRIy6k5gdQI/AAAAAAAAAqA/FsxI0asJUoY/s72-c/DSC_0479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-780465463994714297</id><published>2008-11-04T14:10:00.008-09:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:28:51.371-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics from the hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRDpdqYilgI/AAAAAAAAApw/E7SUZL9GJ2U/s1600-h/DSC_0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264964660198807042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRDpdqYilgI/AAAAAAAAApw/E7SUZL9GJ2U/s320/DSC_0348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRDpdOee9bI/AAAAAAAAApo/8tYSboCtSPM/s1600-h/DSC_0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264964652707542450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRDpdOee9bI/AAAAAAAAApo/8tYSboCtSPM/s320/DSC_0347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRDpchSRnMI/AAAAAAAAApg/oW4tGLKTVas/s1600-h/DSC_0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264964640576740546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRDpchSRnMI/AAAAAAAAApg/oW4tGLKTVas/s320/DSC_0329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRDpcSoUIkI/AAAAAAAAApY/buGBM7E5_70/s1600-h/DSC_0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264964636642648642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRDpcSoUIkI/AAAAAAAAApY/buGBM7E5_70/s320/DSC_0326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A little out of order, but here's some pics from the hospital. Isn't the camo hat and sweater great?!! Brian's Memere made the sweater and Charlie's Memere made the hat... it was a perfect fit and a huge hit at the hospital. I was just thankful that Brian would allow him to wear a sweater finally! I think that little boys are so handsome in them!&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/31153073-780465463994714297?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/780465463994714297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=780465463994714297&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/780465463994714297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/780465463994714297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2008/11/pics-from-hospital.html' title='Pics from the hospital'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRDpdqYilgI/AAAAAAAAApw/E7SUZL9GJ2U/s72-c/DSC_0348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-2919776417013874158</id><published>2008-11-04T14:10:00.003-09:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:10:08.880-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Some more summer fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRDgaAo4W5I/AAAAAAAAApQ/xJ9Nzk90B5E/s1600-h/DSC_0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264954701848796050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRDgaAo4W5I/AAAAAAAAApQ/xJ9Nzk90B5E/s320/DSC_0279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRDdWfdQ4eI/AAAAAAAAApI/SoiQBHPecBg/s1600-h/DSC_0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264951342867210722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRDdWfdQ4eI/AAAAAAAAApI/SoiQBHPecBg/s320/DSC_0274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends Isaac and Katie brought their two girls to visit. We haven't been able to see them since they moved to Thorne Bay last year - it was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRDdWAjQn-I/AAAAAAAAApA/xZNKYy1Bf-c/s1600-h/DSC_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264951334570860514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRDdWAjQn-I/AAAAAAAAApA/xZNKYy1Bf-c/s320/DSC_0239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kailyn's 3rd birthday - what a big girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRDdV46pKUI/AAAAAAAAAo4/7xGBoANhjqA/s1600-h/DSC_0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264951332521453890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRDdV46pKUI/AAAAAAAAAo4/7xGBoANhjqA/s320/DSC_0224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRDdVSPAAAI/AAAAAAAAAow/IHMik5_QQuU/s1600-h/DSC_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264951322137853954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRDdVSPAAAI/AAAAAAAAAow/IHMik5_QQuU/s320/DSC_0221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Silly cousins!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRDdVMpISTI/AAAAAAAAAoo/iYpvznsFu-M/s1600-h/DSC_0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264951320636836146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRDdVMpISTI/AAAAAAAAAoo/iYpvznsFu-M/s320/DSC_0215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Puddle jumps at the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-2919776417013874158?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/2919776417013874158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=2919776417013874158&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/2919776417013874158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/2919776417013874158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-more-summer-fun.html' title='Some more summer fun...'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRDgaAo4W5I/AAAAAAAAApQ/xJ9Nzk90B5E/s72-c/DSC_0279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-2870182652428493270</id><published>2008-11-03T19:25:00.005-09:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:08:38.317-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you think they are related?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRDVbgiCLuI/AAAAAAAAAog/jcyWi2cdOPo/s1600-h/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264942632961978082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRDVbgiCLuI/AAAAAAAAAog/jcyWi2cdOPo/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRDVbQrB-bI/AAAAAAAAAoY/0w1ejvEvVdU/s1600-h/DSC_0531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264942628704745906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRDVbQrB-bI/AAAAAAAAAoY/0w1ejvEvVdU/s320/DSC_0531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-2870182652428493270?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/2870182652428493270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=2870182652428493270&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/2870182652428493270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/2870182652428493270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-you-think-they-are-related.html' title='Do you think they are related?'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SRDVbgiCLuI/AAAAAAAAAog/jcyWi2cdOPo/s72-c/DSC_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-6279762231329878904</id><published>2008-11-03T19:25:00.004-09:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:54:22.977-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you that don't know, Charlie's birth went great.  From the first good contraction to holding him in my arms was right at 2 hours!  It was pretty intense;  it went so fast that each contraction was exponentially worse than the last, but my crew (Brian, Mom, Merreley, and my fantastic nurse) really were great at keeping me focused and effective.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SQ_ZKgGw47I/AAAAAAAAAnw/PbMxgxcBDb4/s1600-h/DSC_0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264665263859622834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SQ_ZKgGw47I/AAAAAAAAAnw/PbMxgxcBDb4/s320/DSC_0282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A quick smile between contractions at 9:59 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264665276782731170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SQ_ZLQP336I/AAAAAAAAAn4/PQv9y54vEUY/s320/DSC_0284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Holding Baby Charlie at 11:11 am.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264665277578019378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SQ_ZLTNfAjI/AAAAAAAAAoA/kUhhxUFKJVU/s320/DSC_0295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;11:30 - I just love this face; Kailyn made the same one and he still makes it today.  It's really cute (is that mean?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264665283256395074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SQ_ZLoXUJUI/AAAAAAAAAoI/8iT_5iTvLHw/s320/DSC_0300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kailyn got to come in right after the birth - this pic is at 11:45 (he was born at 11:07).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264665294182804962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SQ_ZMREX7eI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/d1RgJAMm6fQ/s320/DSC_0323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;First bath at 12:56.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/31153073-6279762231329878904?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/6279762231329878904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=6279762231329878904&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/6279762231329878904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/6279762231329878904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2008/11/charlies-birthday.html' title='Charlie&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SQ_ZKgGw47I/AAAAAAAAAnw/PbMxgxcBDb4/s72-c/DSC_0282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-8129117144085500318</id><published>2008-09-22T09:52:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:24:04.699-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264652013835222082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SQ_NHP6xfEI/AAAAAAAAAng/ERotnJBznsM/s320/Charlie+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Well, I've had some issues with my computer, but it looks like I can finally add some pictures!  Here's the new guy in town (not so new anymore!), and I can't wait to post more pictures...  he looks SO different now!  Just for an idea - this picture is Charlie at 4 weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SQ_NHtWtraI/AAAAAAAAAno/lPqaNYp1WwI/s1600-h/Charlie+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264652021737041314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SQ_NHtWtraI/AAAAAAAAAno/lPqaNYp1WwI/s320/Charlie+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SQ_NGw8naRI/AAAAAAAAAnY/zWbpqjcdXhI/s1600-h/Charlie+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264652005521451282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SQ_NGw8naRI/AAAAAAAAAnY/zWbpqjcdXhI/s320/Charlie+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here he is at 5 1/2 weeks!  He is just like his sister in so many ways, which is funny because so many people warned me that since Kailyn was so easy, Charlie would be a challenge.  So I was pretty scared and nervous going into it all.  Hmmm....  I guess it's just another way that he's keeping me on my toes - as soon as I think I know what's coming, I am in for a surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-8129117144085500318?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/8129117144085500318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=8129117144085500318&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/8129117144085500318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/8129117144085500318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2008/09/charlie.html' title='Charlie'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SQ_NHP6xfEI/AAAAAAAAAng/ERotnJBznsM/s72-c/Charlie+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-2076703412821073311</id><published>2008-07-22T13:52:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T14:59:16.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing the time in Anchorage</title><content type='html'>Well, we are still plugging along in Anchorage - tomorrow makes 35 weeks and that means just two more to go!!! I went into labor again on the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July, but with the help of some magic pills it seems to have slowed again. Same as last time, I've been allowed to increase my activity slowly, so here are some pictures of some things that have been occupying our time. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SIZcOgyUgqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/PbAovrb4Qoo/s1600-h/100_2101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225965821998957218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SIZcOgyUgqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/PbAovrb4Qoo/s320/100_2101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Picking flowers in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Memere's&lt;/span&gt; backyard. Note that they stain any clothes that cost more than $5. Generally speaking, Value Village clothes that cost $0.99 do not hold the stain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SIZcPjga1hI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ke4529_SD6c/s1600-h/100_2099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225965839909049874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SIZcPjga1hI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ke4529_SD6c/s320/100_2099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing with our Anchorage family.  This trip has been great for bonding with SUPER SMILEY Baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Alayna&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt; and Tyler are a total riot to watch together.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt; is all princess, and let's just leave it at Tyler is not at all a princess!  They both love to play together, though, so she will follow him "to the fire" in her Cinderella dress, and Tyler waits to "start the firetruck" until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kailyn's&lt;/span&gt; baby is strapped in safely.  It is too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' cute to see them interact and accommodate each other.   I love it!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225972375498405906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SIZiL-eWOBI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Hbq265ZaIpk/s320/DSCN2911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Checking out some baby animals at the Zoo.  Our favorite has been story time on Wednesdays, where they read a story about an animal and then let us meet them.  This day we read the Three Billy Goats Gruff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SIZcPwnp_VI/AAAAAAAAAZs/JT1OJPkAot4/s1600-h/Brian%27s+TX+trip+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225965843429064018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SIZcPwnp_VI/AAAAAAAAAZs/JT1OJPkAot4/s320/Brian%27s+TX+trip+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom is even getting into crafting.  She's made a couple of these blankets now, and has even thought about helping me with a quilt... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225972396127918642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SIZiNLUzmjI/AAAAAAAAAaU/-f0-_2Njuxc/s320/DSCN2932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arctic Gym opens up for a few hours each day, and we have the best time ever.  It's especially nice for those rainy days that we've been having this summer.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt; absolutely LOVES to jump on the trampoline.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225972399354635010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SIZiNXWHYwI/AAAAAAAAAac/HR4FbO6w-VE/s320/DSCN2952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jumping again at Trevor &amp;amp; Jeni's Annual Pig Roast.  What a great time getting to see all of our old friends again - some that we haven't seen since the wedding.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SIZcQ801phI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/E4R_8YcjB2Q/s1600-h/Brian%27s+TX+trip+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225965863885448722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SIZcQ801phI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/E4R_8YcjB2Q/s320/Brian%27s+TX+trip+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't usually take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt; to the park since there's not really room to sit and they usually walk there, but we've gone a few times to this park so I can sit on the bench and watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt; have a good time playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SIZcRoSdo8I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/nGTIVbtM-OI/s1600-h/DSCN2910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225965875552428994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SIZcRoSdo8I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/nGTIVbtM-OI/s320/DSCN2910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Visiting with friends, especially super cute ones like Hailey!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225972382665129042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SIZiMZLBvFI/AAAAAAAAAaM/T1ynB7px8jw/s320/DSCN2922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Imaginarium&lt;/span&gt;, but we were all pretty overwhelmed at the rowdy big kids and decided that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt; is probably still not old enough yet for it.  She loved climbing on everything, especially the big fort, but when two big boys started wrestling and knocked her over, I decided we probably wouldn't be going back there for a while.  I've heard it's not so crazy when school is in session, so maybe we'll try again then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-2076703412821073311?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/2076703412821073311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=2076703412821073311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/2076703412821073311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/2076703412821073311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2008/07/passing-time-in-anchorage.html' title='Passing the time in Anchorage'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SIZcOgyUgqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/PbAovrb4Qoo/s72-c/100_2101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-8570298184540745584</id><published>2008-06-17T21:47:00.009-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:41:27.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaaahhhh...  Baby Charlie</title><content type='html'>After a weekend of feeling crampy and some decent contractions, I woke up June 2nd with a definite sign that labor had begun (I won't go into detail, trust me, it's better that way!). I called Brian at work and before I could finish explaining, he said he was on his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I called to Brandy to see if she could take Kailyn. Then I broke down. We have no NICU here in Valdez, and at 27 weeks, my baby would most certainly need one. I was hoping for a home birth... this had not been in the picture I had imagined. Between contractions, my thoughts wandered to articles I had read, websites I had visited.... how early had I ever heard of a baby making it? I couldn't remember, but it didn't seem like too much before 27 weeks. I was scared for my baby, and that is a feeling that I imagine I will have again, but wish that I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Brian got home, my contractions were a little less than 10 minuts apart. At full term, this is probably when I would have taken a shower and gotten my bags packed for the hospital, but this early, that's pretty close together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got to the hospital, it all went kind of fast. I was dilated to a 2, 60% effaced, and now contracting about every 3-7 minutes. Dr. Cullen was great at calming my nerves - he explained that babies survive all the time even younger than Charlie. As a matter of fact, he said, Charlie would probably be fine even if he was born in Valdez, but of course, we weren't going to risk it. Medevac was on it's way... did Brian want to ride with me to Anchorage? I wanted him, but I also wanted my daughter to come to Anchorage. And we would need a car and a change (or five) of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think now that I should have know that I would be going to Anchorage, but I guess it hadn't really sank in. Little did I know that I would not see my daughter in Valdez again, my house, my garden, my job... everything would be put on hold until... sometime. Who knows when? Then, while making my list for Brian to pack, Merreley called and said she would get Kailyn and drive the six hours to Anchorage with her 1 year old son in my car. We truly have the &lt;strong&gt;best &lt;/strong&gt;of friends in the entire &lt;strong&gt;universe.&lt;/strong&gt; This meant Brian could fly with me and be by my side through the whole ordeal (lucky him!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213111412764937714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SFixNaxjjfI/AAAAAAAAAZE/5JpNyvVb8lQ/s320/100_2053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213112510428335506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SFiyNT45zZI/AAAAAAAAAZU/VKqNVIAntmc/s320/100_2051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started the myriad of drugs that I would be given over the course of the next five days, including steroids to strengthen his little lungs in case the drugs to stop the labor didn't work. Then, before I knew it, the Life Flight crew was there with the Valdez Fire Dept to prep me for the worst flight of my life. Still contracting, they had to strap me to the gurney (that's kind of like your seat belt), and I was loaded onto the plane, head back to the tail. Take off was not so fun, but then neither was contracting in that position. Amazingly, we made it, and I am really appreciative of the flight crew for the safe flight, Matt &amp;amp; Tasha specifically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in Anchorage, the drugs continued, and Dr. Isada came in to check me out. Things were looking better - the contractions had slowed - but unless my cervix went back I was probably going to be having a baby within a few days. He assured me that it &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; change (WHO KNEW??) if we caught it in time, and we were going to at least try to hold labor off for 48 hours so the steroids could kick in. Then, if we made it there, our goal was to be 30 weeks, since that makes all the NICU docs really happy. Next would be 32 weeks, and he said he wants a Christmas card if we make it to there. But our big goal would of course be full term - 37 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he dropped the big bomb. Bed rest until I have a baby. Whoa.... what??? When did he think I would have a baby? So, it looks like we'll be here, in Anchorage, until I have a baby. Did I mention I have an almost 3-year old, run my own business, and hadn't planted my flowers? These are serious things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, my mom had gotten on the next flight to Alaska, and Brian's family lives here in Anchorage, so I was allowed to leave the hospital on Friday to finish my sentence in a more comfortable environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213111420936348274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SFixN5NxYnI/AAAAAAAAAZM/DrJ531kubiQ/s320/100_2057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to say, the story has an anticlimax. For all the scare - things are going great right now. It seems that my placenta began to detach, probably from trauma, and that is what caused the labor to begin. And it looks like that has healed. I am now 30 weeks, and have been allowed to start increasing my activity slowly (I've interpreted that loosely). My body seems to have returned to normal, at least for a pregnant lady, and I have to say that I have a really good feeling that this little guy is going to stay in there for a while longer and be just fine. He's got a great heartbeat and all of his organs are very nicely developed. I can attest that his little arms and legs are just fine - he's kicking me pretty hard these days (and I love it!!!). Tom &amp;amp; Peggy have moved into their travel trailer so that Brian and I can sleep in their room, and overall, I have to admit that it's not as bad as I can only imagine visiting your newborn in NICU would be. And it's nice to be out of the hospital, though I was really digging the cafeteria food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo..... here I am. We are trying to keep busy - after all, we are in the city for a while with lots of options of things to do. I am not a huge fan of Anchorage, but I am trying to stay positive when I can and take advantage of whatever opportunities being here will allow. It's going to be a long couple of months, but I think that we will all be just fine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-8570298184540745584?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/8570298184540745584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=8570298184540745584&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/8570298184540745584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/8570298184540745584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2008/06/aaaaahhhh-baby-charlie.html' title='Aaaaahhhh...  Baby Charlie'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SFixNaxjjfI/AAAAAAAAAZE/5JpNyvVb8lQ/s72-c/100_2053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-4657834364357594701</id><published>2008-06-13T22:37:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T23:53:37.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Wakeboarding Wiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SFNrC4PKcjI/AAAAAAAAAYk/MJQxnfF8pfo/s1600-h/Brian%27s+TX+trip+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211626890997690930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SFNrC4PKcjI/AAAAAAAAAYk/MJQxnfF8pfo/s320/Brian%27s+TX+trip+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SFNrDT9YJPI/AAAAAAAAAYs/qbUII6ZRDMw/s1600-h/Brian%27s+TX+trip+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211626898439283954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SFNrDT9YJPI/AAAAAAAAAYs/qbUII6ZRDMw/s320/Brian%27s+TX+trip+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SFNrELLkWYI/AAAAAAAAAY0/BgkEMt6k4Y0/s1600-h/Brian%27s+TX+trip+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211626913262754178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SFNrELLkWYI/AAAAAAAAAY0/BgkEMt6k4Y0/s320/Brian%27s+TX+trip+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;We took the boat out May 27 to throw some shrimp pots overboard, and Wiz brought his wakeboard to give a try. It was great to watch him - our boat was a little slow for it, but he seemed to have a pretty good time. The water was about 50 degrees and snow was on the mountains, but the sun was shining and the water was calm... it was a fabulous day!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211637871606711378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SFN1CCMXRFI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Vs6pHt5ut58/s320/Brian%27s+TX+trip+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-4657834364357594701?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/4657834364357594701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=4657834364357594701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/4657834364357594701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/4657834364357594701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2008/06/crazy-wakeboarding-wiz.html' title='Crazy Wakeboarding Wiz'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SFNrC4PKcjI/AAAAAAAAAYk/MJQxnfF8pfo/s72-c/Brian%27s+TX+trip+076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-4672835975473998387</id><published>2008-06-13T22:27:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T22:36:52.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Addison!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SFNl85Os4xI/AAAAAAAAAYc/d9WbS_xhl00/s1600-h/Brian%27s+TX+trip+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211621290626835218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SFNl85Os4xI/AAAAAAAAAYc/d9WbS_xhl00/s320/Brian%27s+TX+trip+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For mo' better pics, visit &lt;a href="http://www.ouralaskandream.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.ouralaskandream.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; and enjoy Miss Addison Doherty at her first birthday party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-4672835975473998387?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/4672835975473998387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=4672835975473998387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/4672835975473998387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/4672835975473998387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-addison.html' title='Happy Birthday Addison!!!'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SFNl85Os4xI/AAAAAAAAAYc/d9WbS_xhl00/s72-c/Brian%27s+TX+trip+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-6254360198593137627</id><published>2008-06-13T22:06:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T22:26:47.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kailyn's First Field Trips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SFNhvUU77JI/AAAAAAAAAYE/xfyTdXP8U7o/s1600-h/Brian%27s+TX+trip+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211616659336064146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SFNhvUU77JI/AAAAAAAAAYE/xfyTdXP8U7o/s320/Brian%27s+TX+trip+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Mrs. Banner's class got to go for ice cream on the 2nd to last week of school, and then the last week we went to the beach to collect bugs and other fun critters. Of course, Kailyn chose PINK ice cream without regard to the flavor, and we saw lots of fun stuff at the beach, including an eel! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211616683621787250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SFNhwuzGpnI/AAAAAAAAAYM/-8DNK4T7ntc/s320/Brian%27s+TX+trip+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211619574009578626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SFNkY-VQRII/AAAAAAAAAYU/TGMlLv5fd2U/s320/Brian%27s+TX+trip+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-6254360198593137627?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/6254360198593137627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=6254360198593137627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/6254360198593137627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/6254360198593137627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2008/06/kailyns-first-field-trips.html' title='Kailyn&apos;s First Field Trips'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SFNhvUU77JI/AAAAAAAAAYE/xfyTdXP8U7o/s72-c/Brian%27s+TX+trip+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-703921787533209528</id><published>2008-04-26T16:13:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T06:49:03.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Deadliest Catch, Valdez</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193713355241317586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBPGx3RcZNI/AAAAAAAAAXU/STUITiKMLAA/s400/winter08+240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Shrimping officially opened on April 15 and Brian had the boat in the water that week to drop pots. We took the boat out for the weekend and met up with Jaime &amp;amp; Mel, and their two friends Becky and Corey. We camped in Sawmill Bay and had a great time being outside in the warmth.... come on summer! Along with an octopus, Brian caught about four dozen shrimp, so he was happy!&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBPHVnRcZRI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uk1g4Lzomws/s1600-h/winter08+248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193713969421640978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBPHVnRcZRI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uk1g4Lzomws/s320/winter08+248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBPHV3RcZSI/AAAAAAAAAX8/eHqdDBGG_3E/s1600-h/winter08+254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193713973716608290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBPHV3RcZSI/AAAAAAAAAX8/eHqdDBGG_3E/s320/winter08+254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBPGx3RcZMI/AAAAAAAAAXM/yUuLcTXz1es/s1600-h/winter08+227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193713355241317570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBPGx3RcZMI/AAAAAAAAAXM/yUuLcTXz1es/s400/winter08+227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBPGyHRcZOI/AAAAAAAAAXc/QzWnxWKCW1s/s1600-h/winter08+244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193713359536284898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBPGyHRcZOI/AAAAAAAAAXc/QzWnxWKCW1s/s400/winter08+244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Already calling ducks!!!  Lord, help me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBPGyXRcZPI/AAAAAAAAAXk/e5w9f5RGf2s/s1600-h/winter08+245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193713363831252210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBPGyXRcZPI/AAAAAAAAAXk/e5w9f5RGf2s/s400/winter08+245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mel, Jaime, William, &amp;amp; Cassidy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBPGynRcZQI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Yi1dOKNaJpo/s1600-h/winter08+246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193713368126219522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBPGynRcZQI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Yi1dOKNaJpo/s400/winter08+246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Becky &amp;amp; Corey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1df407e7dfa85200" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1df407e7dfa85200%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329919121%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D745760C384C7C49866443D1892195D968FCE3969.648CC0E7F3F25D45871ECF7FA21957B54D163EE9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1df407e7dfa85200%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dm4VtuYX9CwgRl1AhcjkN1jl1RUw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1df407e7dfa85200%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329919121%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D745760C384C7C49866443D1892195D968FCE3969.648CC0E7F3F25D45871ECF7FA21957B54D163EE9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1df407e7dfa85200%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dm4VtuYX9CwgRl1AhcjkN1jl1RUw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's a quick video of the Dall Porpoises that hung out with us for about an hour, and even stayed with us while Brian pulled pots and the boat was stopped. I was a little nervous a couple of times that Willie and Cedar were going to try to jump in and have a Dolphin Encounter of their own, but we managed to keep them in the boat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-703921787533209528?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1df407e7dfa85200&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/703921787533209528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=703921787533209528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/703921787533209528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/703921787533209528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2008/04/deadliest-catch-valdez.html' title='The Deadliest Catch, Valdez'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBPGx3RcZNI/AAAAAAAAAXU/STUITiKMLAA/s72-c/winter08+240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-7573645292095555585</id><published>2008-04-26T16:07:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T16:12:51.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles Thomas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBPEQnRcZLI/AAAAAAAAAXE/rlJC6VbHd7o/s1600-h/Baby+Charlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193710584987411634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBPEQnRcZLI/AAAAAAAAAXE/rlJC6VbHd7o/s400/Baby+Charlie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We found out on April 10 that our little baby has a scrotum and a penis, to use the technician's exact words. He was pretty dry, but either way, the point was made.... we are having a little boy!!  He is measuring about the same size as Kailyn was at this age, and all seems to be going well.  This picture looks eerily similar to Kailyn's 20 week ultrasound, so I am excited to see if they look alike when he is born, too....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-7573645292095555585?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/7573645292095555585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=7573645292095555585&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/7573645292095555585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/7573645292095555585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2008/04/charles-thomas.html' title='Charles Thomas'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBPEQnRcZLI/AAAAAAAAAXE/rlJC6VbHd7o/s72-c/Baby+Charlie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-6207887434491040371</id><published>2008-04-26T15:46:00.008-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T07:17:18.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashley's visit/ ADPi reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBPCCnRcZJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/B9uBvwQWoZU/s1600-h/winter08+220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193708145445987474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" height="216" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBPCCnRcZJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/B9uBvwQWoZU/s320/winter08+220.jpg" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had camera issues for the trip, but hopefully Jaime and Ashley will send some copies on a CD for me (please????!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say we had an adventure! We picked Ashley up in the mom-mobile and put Teresa, Ashley, me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt; (2), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lyla&lt;/span&gt;(3), and Keenan (1) all in and headed back to Valdez. I am happy to say that the trip was pretty low-key with a couple of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;squeeks&lt;/span&gt; over a forgotten &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cup, but mostly everyone was happy thanks to the DVD player and multiple showings of Cinderella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaime &amp;amp; Mel plus their two kids came down to Valdez, also, and we all stayed at our house. It was packed and FUN!!! There were kids everywhere! And they all LOVED Ash!! I think that the biggest fights came over who was going to sit next to her and who was going to hold her hand. My favorite, though, is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kailyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBPCo3RcZKI/AAAAAAAAAW8/59XRdM74p_c/s1600-h/winter08+219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193708802575983778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBPCo3RcZKI/AAAAAAAAAW8/59XRdM74p_c/s320/winter08+219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; refusing to let anyone else wipe her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hiney&lt;/span&gt; after going poo..... I still laugh when I think of how different this Spring Break must have been for Ashley!! Five kids, two pregnant ladies..... spooning with 2-year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While here, we got to go sledding, have a birthday get-together for Ashley, Jaime, Brian, Justin, and Teresa. We also got Ash out on the water and caught some fish, and Brian took her on a snow-machine ride one afternoon. Then we went back to Anchorage and added Brian to the mom-mobile mix.... let's just say it was fun. We had a great dinner with Mike, Erin, Tyler, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Alayna&lt;/span&gt;, Tom, Jaime's sister and her daughter, and then our whole crew, and got to spend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of time shopping and swimming - it was GREAT!!!! My all-time favorite part was that Ashley got to come to the ultrasound &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt; with me for our first glimpse of Baby Charlie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-6207887434491040371?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/6207887434491040371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=6207887434491040371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/6207887434491040371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/6207887434491040371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2008/04/ashleys-visit-adpi-reunion.html' title='Ashley&apos;s visit/ ADPi reunion'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBPCCnRcZJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/B9uBvwQWoZU/s72-c/winter08+220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-6326671923958438924</id><published>2008-04-26T15:23:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T15:44:28.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bolsa Chica again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBO6rHRcZGI/AAAAAAAAAWc/yNUpurluO2s/s1600-h/winter08+209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193700045137667170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBO6rHRcZGI/AAAAAAAAAWc/yNUpurluO2s/s320/winter08+209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our last night in the RV, we headed back to Bolsa Chica and had a relaxing sunset picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBO6rnRcZHI/AAAAAAAAAWk/br3UHJOAwfE/s1600-h/winter08+210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193700053727601778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBO6rnRcZHI/AAAAAAAAAWk/br3UHJOAwfE/s320/winter08+210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBO6rnRcZII/AAAAAAAAAWs/iL8yYEeJtew/s1600-h/winter08+214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193700053727601794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBO6rnRcZII/AAAAAAAAAWs/iL8yYEeJtew/s320/winter08+214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/31153073-6326671923958438924?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/6326671923958438924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=6326671923958438924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/6326671923958438924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/6326671923958438924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2008/04/bolsa-chica-again.html' title='Bolsa Chica again'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBO6rHRcZGI/AAAAAAAAAWc/yNUpurluO2s/s72-c/winter08+209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-4070528227174627224</id><published>2008-04-26T15:03:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T15:20:06.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>San Clemente State Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBO4CXRcZDI/AAAAAAAAAWE/9TZL0XrVvrg/s1600-h/winter08+204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193697146034742322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBO4CXRcZDI/AAAAAAAAAWE/9TZL0XrVvrg/s320/winter08+204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBO4C3RcZEI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ME6MEeaiexk/s1600-h/winter08+206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193697154624676930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBO4C3RcZEI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ME6MEeaiexk/s320/winter08+206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBO4DnRcZFI/AAAAAAAAAWU/MV5Bbww_VlQ/s1600-h/winter08+207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193697167509578834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBO4DnRcZFI/AAAAAAAAAWU/MV5Bbww_VlQ/s320/winter08+207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we were only here a few days and the beach was a pretty steep hike down a sandy pavement (and quite slippery) cliff, we decided to go to Sea World both days instead of the beach. We also celebrated Easter here, which was really great. We were nervous that the Easter Bunny might forget us since we were all up so late hanging out with the family at the next campsite over. But luckily, he must have made a second round in the morning, because there were hidden eggs all over the campsite! He even brought some Reese peanut butter cups for Brian!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-4070528227174627224?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/4070528227174627224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=4070528227174627224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/4070528227174627224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/4070528227174627224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2008/04/san-clemente-state-beach.html' title='San Clemente State Beach'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBO4CXRcZDI/AAAAAAAAAWE/9TZL0XrVvrg/s72-c/winter08+204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-1323050432013266556</id><published>2008-04-26T14:24:00.009-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T07:19:31.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBOuL3RcY-I/AAAAAAAAAVc/K6BS7T5UdZU/s1600-h/winter08+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193686314127221730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBOuL3RcY-I/AAAAAAAAAVc/K6BS7T5UdZU/s320/winter08+156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The shows at Sea World were great...  even Kailyn stayed entertained by them!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193686348486960162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBOuN3RcZCI/AAAAAAAAAV8/w61T9nbjLRs/s320/winter08+199.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Kailyn's favorite part was the Touch Tank - she loved the starfish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBOuMXRcY_I/AAAAAAAAAVk/rPjaLpSVLjc/s1600-h/winter08+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193686322717156338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBOuMXRcY_I/AAAAAAAAAVk/rPjaLpSVLjc/s320/winter08+166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBOuMnRcZAI/AAAAAAAAAVs/tG03bCixnOg/s1600-h/winter08+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193686327012123650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBOuMnRcZAI/AAAAAAAAAVs/tG03bCixnOg/s320/winter08+169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBOuNHRcZBI/AAAAAAAAAV0/v8LmVC_lCxU/s1600-h/winter08+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193686335602058258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBOuNHRcZBI/AAAAAAAAAV0/v8LmVC_lCxU/s320/winter08+168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We signed up for breakfast with Elmo and got to visit with all his friends, too. Kailyn was definitely a hit when she and another little girl were dancing with Big Bird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-33abc39ca1bf938d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D33abc39ca1bf938d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329919121%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D585E8CDCB1F189C5F32D84BFD2C7202FA4616EB6.41171BDA84419F5FFE263FBFA1B5C332BBD15C3C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D33abc39ca1bf938d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIwn6CbxMvC0tp2JNMLoANdYNSMs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D33abc39ca1bf938d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329919121%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D585E8CDCB1F189C5F32D84BFD2C7202FA4616EB6.41171BDA84419F5FFE263FBFA1B5C332BBD15C3C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D33abc39ca1bf938d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIwn6CbxMvC0tp2JNMLoANdYNSMs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31153073-1323050432013266556?l=my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=33abc39ca1bf938d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/feeds/1323050432013266556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31153073&amp;postID=1323050432013266556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/1323050432013266556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31153073/posts/default/1323050432013266556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/2008/04/san-clemente-state-beach-sea-world.html' title='Sea World'/><author><name>Staci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548029313235456589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2961/3357/1600/E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBOuL3RcY-I/AAAAAAAAAVc/K6BS7T5UdZU/s72-c/winter08+156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31153073.post-373257815219220115</id><published>2008-04-25T16:11:00.008-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T17:06:42.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DISNEY LAND!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have to admit, I was wrong on this one! I thought that Kailyn would probably be a little young for Disney and that we would only spend a little bit of time there. Thank goodness Mema got us the 5-day pass!!! It was so magical, to be completely unoriginal! There is just no better word to describe how amazing it was to see Disney through Kailyn's eyes. From dancing with the Princesses, to getting to ride a pink Dumbo, to the fireworks, to Snow White blowing Kailyn a kiss.... I could not have dreamt up a better time with our family. It was &lt;strong&gt;fabulous&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193346238616724274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBJ443RcYzI/AAAAAAAAAUE/lgZzUu_ndHU/s320/winter08+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Of course, we had to visit the Disney Fire Station!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBJ6hnRcY4I/AAAAAAAAAUs/5ZxiUjQQYlI/s1600-h/winter08+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193348038208021378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBJ6hnRcY4I/AAAAAAAAAUs/5ZxiUjQQYlI/s320/winter08+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193348042502988690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBJ6h3RcY5I/AAAAAAAAAU0/cGMNlriX6vA/s320/winter08+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193346251501626178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBJ45nRcY0I/AAAAAAAAAUM/sS_GICL6xJw/s320/winter08+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt; These were all in the Royal Court, where you can wait for an hour and a half to meet the Princesses. The first day, we didn't know any better and all stood in line, but were pros by Day #2! I stood in line while Dad took her to the Royal Coronation and let her check out the Castle. Jasmine was by far our favorite - she actually remembered Kailyn the second day that we brought her back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBJ6iHRcY6I/AAAAAAAAAU8/8h4ZGhGbCLU/s1600-h/winter08+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193348046797956002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBJ6iHRcY6I/AAAAAAAAAU8/8h4ZGhGbCLU/s320/winter08+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBJ6i3RcY8I/AAAAAAAAAVM/liT2ERDDGKg/s1600-h/winter08+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193348059682857922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBJ6i3RcY8I/AAAAAAAAAVM/liT2ERDDGKg/s320/winter08+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193348051092923314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBJ6iXRcY7I/AAAAAAAAAVE/RM7g8nNnhVk/s320/winter08+142.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Disney Land seemed a lot smaller than I remember Disney World when I was growing up. Not sure if it really is or if it's different as an adult, but I loved it. We never felt overwhelmed, and easily got to go on everything that we wanted to without having to wait in too many lines. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBJ46HRcY1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/qOaFAjUsRQ4/s1600-h/winter08+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193346260091560786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBJ46HRcY1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/qOaFAjUsRQ4/s320/winter08+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brian literally ran out to the Dumbos to snag a pink one. He is such a great Dad!!!!! Kailyn could not have possibly been happier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBJ46XRcY2I/AAAAAAAAAUc/mLR193wmm5g/s1600-h/winter08+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193346264386528098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBJ46XRcY2I/AAAAAAAAAUc/mLR193wmm5g/s320/winter08+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBJ46nRcY3I/AAAAAAAAAUk/4BgtOlR_EpQ/s1600-h/winter08+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193346268681495410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBJ46nRcY3I/AAAAAAAAAUk/4BgtOlR_EpQ/s320/winter08+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watching the fireworks. Kailyn was really sweet and put her arm around my shoulder at the beginning, comforting me with, "don't worry, Mom, they will make a loud BOOM but it's not scary. Kailyn's here..." (Yes, I cried, but I am pregnant, too, so I get a little slack, right?)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193349232208929746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YwtyLRj9xiY/SBJ7nHRcY9I/AAAAAAAAAVU/bpST9WnY-AE/s320/winter08+151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This one's for you, Papa! We tried to get one as big as the donut!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bc9deaff2e60c8e5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbc9deaff2e60c8e5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329919121%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39E00AE108B6C7C6A442E4D65636BB21A8968D34.2241F5668E2DDCC35724B0DEEB56981AC9A45043%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbc9deaff2e60c8e5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dtxvbg6oONAZUWf3yit8TrSYqfu8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbc9deaff2e60c8e5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329919121%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39E00AE108B6C7C6A442E4D65636BB21A8968D34.2241F5668E2DDCC35724B0DEEB56981AC9A45043%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbc9deaff2e60c8e5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dtxvbg6oONAZUWf3yit8TrSYqfu8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone at the park was so great as our little Princess danced around. 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