<?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-7596990408249515100</id><updated>2012-01-15T21:52:24.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All in the Life of This Little Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-2126386549876797415</id><published>2012-01-04T22:52:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T23:06:15.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloth Diapers</title><content type='html'>Due to a recent interest I have with cloth diapers, and also to help answer others' questions and to help introduce them to cloth diapering, I have started a cloth diaper blog.  Feel free to follow along and spread the word to others who may be interested.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://crazyaboutcloth.blogspot.com"&gt;crazyaboutcloth.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Brit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-2126386549876797415?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2126386549876797415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=2126386549876797415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/2126386549876797415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/2126386549876797415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2012/01/cloth-diapers.html' title='Cloth Diapers'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-8105352935091406235</id><published>2011-03-31T16:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T23:45:01.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Newest Addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QcH3XfeZyz4/TZVhrYcUNBI/AAAAAAAABek/XeRl5o1bAvM/s1600/edited%2B1-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QcH3XfeZyz4/TZVhrYcUNBI/AAAAAAAABek/XeRl5o1bAvM/s400/edited%2B1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590481910373823506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't he adorable?! True, I am biased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GF2QoGCTePY/TZVhqyMopFI/AAAAAAAABec/stPN7Uv-8CI/s1600/DSC06713.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GF2QoGCTePY/TZVhqyMopFI/AAAAAAAABec/stPN7Uv-8CI/s400/DSC06713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590481900107506770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-48mCuDw3clQ/TZVhqkY-hdI/AAAAAAAABeU/r17egACBiaw/s400/DSC06611.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590481896401176018" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So on March 7th I went to my doc appt (being just a couple days over 38 weeks) around 2:30pm.  I was dilated to a 3 the week prior so hoping that our little guy would be coming soon.  But I did not expect my doc to walk in to my room and say, "Well you were at a 3 last week so I'll check you and if you're at a 4 or more we'll just send you over to the hospital to be induced because I don't want you walking around dilated that much."  He checked me and I was at a 4+ and having some good contractions.  So his nurse called to see if they could induce me the following day, but the hospital was completely booked.  My doc was headed out of town in the next couple days and didn't want me to end up having the baby while he was gone, so the hospital asked if I could be there in an hour.  I definitely was NOT expecting that!  So we did it!  I called Greg and told him we would be having a baby that night.  He met me at my parents (where my Mom and sister Court were watching Dax) and we put Dax in his carseat.  Greg dropped me off at the hospital and dropped Dax off at his parents house then met me back at the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bAUEY4FQ-Oo/TZVhqciVtFI/AAAAAAAABeM/dPiqDQbSsjU/s400/DSC06613.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590481894292960338" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told my Mom and Court they were welcome to join us in the delivery room so they headed on over after dropping Peyton at her aunt's house.  It was a party!  (Wish you could have been there to join us, Chantel!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got my IV put in and finally an hour later they started me on the pitocin and penicillin cause I was GBS positive this go around.  That stuff is nasty and burns your arm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got my epidural at 6:30pm and then come 10pm it was time to start pushing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boston Samuel arrived at 10:08pm after only one push!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wVu4CdONfyY/TZVhqIJn1ZI/AAAAAAAABeE/ds2eVCjIw6o/s400/DSC06631.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590481888820581778" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He came out with only one short little cry so the doc waited a minute to have Greg cut the umbilical cord.  He let out another little cry and that was about it.  He opened his eyes and looked around and was sucking on everything from the get-go.  He has been a champ at eating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hz-r9c1RlpQ/TZVf0bLpRyI/AAAAAAAABd8/NVnH25nV2OI/s400/DSC06633.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590479866704774946" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He weighed in at 6 lbs 6 oz and was 18 1/2 inches long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9MqiAssQr8o/TZVf0HLY4DI/AAAAAAAABd0/c8YgB5vUUsM/s400/DSC06657.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590479861334990898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy giving him his first bath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lF-lxpF-pOQ/TZVfzmOHYII/AAAAAAAABds/BQGTuUUtWC8/s400/DSC06660.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590479852488056962" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out those LONG rabbit feet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c6Ue12HeRSM/TZVfzaL_UKI/AAAAAAAABdk/R48UbzqfMmc/s400/DSC06674.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590479849257914530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a good big brother Dax is.  He was so excited to come to the hospital to see me and loved holding his little brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CSLwtRImhHc/TZVfzKFLA3I/AAAAAAAABdc/jSC21GnosNs/s400/DSC06677.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590479844934353778" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We only had to stay one day and then were able to leave the next.  The birth this time around was so much easier and went so much smoother than the first.  My labor was only about 6-7hrs vs 14 with Dax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boston is such a sweetheart and so mellow.  It has been such a blessing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We sure love him and find it hard to remember him not being in our home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-8105352935091406235?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8105352935091406235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=8105352935091406235' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/8105352935091406235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/8105352935091406235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/our-newest-addition.html' title='Our Newest Addition'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QcH3XfeZyz4/TZVhrYcUNBI/AAAAAAAABek/XeRl5o1bAvM/s72-c/edited%2B1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-8483518084062855590</id><published>2011-02-23T14:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:20:12.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>36 weeks...The count down begins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_4OHl1WymA/TWV3FKdFDLI/AAAAAAAABc8/QVxGO_U8750/s400/DSC06607.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576994644157598898" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I am 36 weeks and 4 days along in this pregnancy.  The plan is to be induced on Thurs March 17th, St. Patrick's Day.  That's only 3 weeks from tomorrow and 22 days to be exact.  Eek!  Everything is ready and now we are just playing the waiting game.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to the Doc a week ago Monday and was told baby's head is definitely down and all these Braxton Hicks contractions I have been having have been doing some good, cause I was dilated to a 1+.  They scheduled the induction date and I have another appt this coming Monday.  Dax came about 8 days early, and bets are that this little guy won't wait til St. Patty's.  I would love for him to come early cause I can hardly wait to see his face, snuggle him, and breathe in that new baby smell.  What are your bets?  When do you think he'll arrive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jtNhj30FFb8/TWV3GFhV25I/AAAAAAAABdU/pGqE5BCMdZ0/s400/DSC06597.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576994660013169554" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some of the projects that have been completed and chilling in Boston's drawers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Above are the "baby legs" leg warmers I made using the easiest tutorial online.  They were made out of knee-high socks.  I'd post the link, but don't remember it and didn't write it down.  But I do have the instructions if anyone wants to copy them :) Also, some appliqued kimono tops, a couple binky clips/chains/leashes (whatever you like to call them), a newborn knit beanie, some burp cloths, and a nursing cape (which I was so excited about how it turned out!  Recognize that fabric?  It was leftover from Daxton's bedding when he was a baby).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAvvmAs9oZ4/TWV3F-7qUII/AAAAAAAABdM/JFkiSXw5wl8/s400/DSC06598.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576994658244513922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Burp cloths up close...don't you love the fabrics?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DD9uI2kDcTw/TWV3FifaMkI/AAAAAAAABdE/ldyOtFeBur8/s400/DSC06602.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576994650609824322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is what baby B will wear home from the hospital with a gray diaper and the cutest black and white skater shoes I found.  So cute!  I can't wait to see him in it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...come on time!  Pass by quicker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7596990408249515100-8483518084062855590?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8483518084062855590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=8483518084062855590' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/8483518084062855590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/8483518084062855590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/36-weeksthe-count-down-begins.html' title='36 weeks...The count down begins!'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_4OHl1WymA/TWV3FKdFDLI/AAAAAAAABc8/QVxGO_U8750/s72-c/DSC06607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-2526198085698826827</id><published>2011-02-16T15:46:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T16:31:28.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boys' Bedroom Makeover...Finished!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I finally finished Daxton's and Boston's bedroom.  They will be sharing.  I came across this color scheme a little while ago and if you know me, you know I'm a nut for Turquoise.  I love it complimented with Navy Blue, orange, and tan.  So here goes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what you see as you walk straight into the bedroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WNjoaZ_xjxU/TVxX1YeLgwI/AAAAAAAABa0/e7X--bN8xYM/s400/DSC06532.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574427013391549186" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTx_o_cd4mQ/TVxX0Ybb2HI/AAAAAAAABas/aj-9Oi5-4Ow/s1600/DSC06540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTx_o_cd4mQ/TVxX0Ybb2HI/AAAAAAAABas/aj-9Oi5-4Ow/s400/DSC06540.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574426996200167538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I practically spray-painted everything.  Except I was able to find the cute little baskets under the changing table at the Dollar Store!  Score!  I tried to keep everything low cost, but still look cute.  I did pretty well, aside from the fabric.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ScsQpFxftgw/TVxXzhMxKlI/AAAAAAAABak/xN3j7fcbqD0/s1600/DSC06538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ScsQpFxftgw/TVxXzhMxKlI/AAAAAAAABak/xN3j7fcbqD0/s400/DSC06538.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574426981374700114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I spray-painted the frames orange (they used to be a rusty bronze color) and the "D" is just a large chipboard letter that I spray-painted Navy Blue.  I heart spray-paint...in case ya didn't notice.  You can do so many things with it!!  I wasn't able to find the exact turquoise color I wanted in the spraypaint, but this was close enough.  So I went with it :)  The hooks I found at Taipan for a couple bucks each.  They were black rod iron, so yes once again, I spray painted them to match.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HD0dkQtvIRc/TVxXzJ0h5MI/AAAAAAAABac/ESBEHts-JiI/s400/DSC06543.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574426975099020482" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the left of the door is Daxton's side of the room with his bunkbed.  I found this car fabric and that's where everything stemmed from.  I love it!  His bedspread was this tan on the flip side of the stripes (perfect!) and I was able to find turquoise twin-sized sheets, the whole set, at Target on clearance for $7.  Again, Score!  All the fabrics I purchased at this fabric store called Elaine's by my house that is just like Pine Needles at Gardner Village, only it's bigger!!  Let's just say that Greg was not thrilled about this find of mine ;)  I could do some major damage in that store!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AOZX1qm4tro/TVxXycQPVJI/AAAAAAAABaU/Wjr3BLbbi38/s400/DSC06537.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574426962867213458" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daxton's favorite blanket is Navy blue, so once again, it all worked perfect with the color scheme.  I found all the chipboard letters up on his wall at Hobby Lobby at 2 for $1.  So I picked out the entire alphabet, and the letters that spelled out his name I swapped out for larger letters.  Then I wanted the numbers 0-9 to add as well, but they didn't have them.  I was able to find them at JoAnn's.  I spray-painted everything and then Mom and Court helped me arrange them and hang them using this awesome stuff called "Command Strips" that is like double-sided tape, only really strong and removable too!  So I can take them with us when we leave.  Not only do I love how this collage turned out, but it is also serving another function at helping Dax to learn his alphabet (he already has his numbers down).  He thinks it's fun having his name on the wall too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9ge1On-LSo/TVxW-ljtsxI/AAAAAAAABaM/baulR-TEBYI/s400/DSC06534.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574426072011617042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the right of the rocking chair is Boston's armoire and I definitely needed something to go on top.  I found this picture frame at DI and the back was broken and it had no glass, so I scored it for $1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UHwsDonDy1M/TVxW-e-6rBI/AAAAAAAABaE/sgJzr4wH8K4/s400/DSC06542.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574426070246665234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've wanted to do this saying in Daxton's room for quite a while, but didn't have the moola to fork out to put it into vinyl and have it on the wall.  Plus since we are renting, I didn't want to have to leave it behind.  So I popped out the matting on the frame, spray-painted the frame, then printed the saying up on my computer onto cardstock and glued it all back together.  Voila!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-FTrhihLYM/TVxW98ZAVxI/AAAAAAAABZ8/K1mIWy6UMkc/s400/DSC06535.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574426060960847634" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here is Boston's side of the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lighting is funny so the frames look reddish, but they are really orange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The "B" I spray-painted navy blue (just a large chunky cardboard letter from JoAnn), and the clock used to be a rusty bronze.  I just unscrewed the face and then spray-painted it turquoise.  But I'm not loving the tannish color of the face with the blue.  It will have to do until I can figure out something else.  But I love the shape of the clock and it being turquoise :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found some navy blue crib sheets at Target on clearance for $4 (yes!) and then got an all white bumper pad at IKEA for $12.  Then I sewed orange fabric onto it alternating with the white.  It was originally supposed to be all orange, but the lady who helped me figure out how much fabric I'd need for the bumper pad estimated very wrong, so I didn't have enough and couldn't spend more on fabric.  So this is my make-shift attempt at making it still work.  For the blanket I sewed the car fabric&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tjsZ-ZnquKs/TVxW9TMtQpI/AAAAAAAABZ0/SyymA7YgpUE/s400/DSC06544.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574426049903411858" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; and the pillow fabric back to back (both of these are flannel, so they don't need to be quilted cause they cling to each other).  For all the pillows I just used a fat quarter or two and sewed them together and stuffed them.  So easy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there ya have it.  I really love having it all done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I just need to fill the frames with pictures and it will be complete!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-2526198085698826827?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2526198085698826827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=2526198085698826827' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/2526198085698826827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/2526198085698826827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/boys-bedroom-makeoverfinished.html' title='The Boys&apos; Bedroom Makeover...Finished!!'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WNjoaZ_xjxU/TVxX1YeLgwI/AAAAAAAABa0/e7X--bN8xYM/s72-c/DSC06532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-7156877680828340768</id><published>2011-02-14T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T17:54:02.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating # 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AXcoh1ZCN-4/TVxv9BSYFTI/AAAAAAAABcs/_vABuLxeRkg/s1600/DSC06575.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zCuQI4OQ4UA/TVxsjNJ00xI/AAAAAAAABck/3RCPeYMBDH4/s400/DSC06549.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574449790859924242" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Daxton's birthday we made him a chocolate Thomas the Train cake.  I did the easy part and baked the cake in the Thomas pan that used to be Greg's brother's when he was little.  Greg cleverly frosted it to look like Thomas.  He did an awesome job and we had to improvise with the Green frosting because we were out of red food coloring.  Dax was thrilled at Greg's cake decorating!  Mr. Ace of Cakes right there!! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Daxton's big day, he and I went over to my parents' house during the day and my Mom watched him while I went to the doctor.  He got a Thomas card...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bHhTBX2VPGw/TVxsiCvOzOI/AAAAAAAABcU/sL_7YMJadNQ/s400/DSC06555.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574449770884156642" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LUFvBVWX6D8/TVxsh2XjwII/AAAAAAAABcM/evNZKPsCGz8/s400/DSC06556.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574449767563640962" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The game Candy Land, and a puzzle with Diggers on it from my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;parents.  We can always use activities!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we headed home and Greg's parents and siblings met us at our house and gave Dax&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; presents too.  He received Bulstrode the boat that goes in the bathtub and carries Thomas the Train on him.  Dax is begging to take a bath now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oQZQL8bAb7E/TVxr70obcZI/AAAAAAAABcE/Gz3rBxp12zA/s400/DSC06560.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574449114262499730" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kbXn0fO1xZA/TVxr7UhD1KI/AAAAAAAABb8/Y9Ldd8izCf4/s400/DSC06568.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574449105641657506" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When Greg got home from work, the 3 of us headed to McDonald's and had dinner and Dax&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; played in the playland for a while.  Then we headed to Home Depot and got a big piece of smoothe particle board and had it cut to fit on Daxton's bottom bunk of his bed (we recently moved his bed up top as a reward for several dry nights in his bed).  Then we went and he picked out the train Hiro (one of Thomas' friends). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HttAHvcW5go/TVxr6Ca9PDI/AAAAAAAABbk/WcuId5XHtU4/s400/DSC06595.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574449083604352050" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We came home and put the particle board on, with his train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; mat on top and then Greg built him a train track.  Now he has his own "train table" and it's out of the way.  Perfect!  Dax loves it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wna3htWaaEY/TVxr622G9iI/AAAAAAAABb0/qFcFDEFgpIg/s1600/DSC06578.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAqj2cZkOGQ/TVxr6sCQJ4I/AAAAAAAABbs/d1Lu_4LUBx4/s400/DSC06591.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574449094775023490" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we sang Happy Birthday and blew out candles and went to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N_4wegocA3U/TVxwSOn_DII/AAAAAAAABc0/TWg9On_u1xk/s400/DSC06575.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574453897243593858" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-7156877680828340768?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7156877680828340768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=7156877680828340768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/7156877680828340768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/7156877680828340768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/celebrating-3.html' title='Celebrating # 3'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zCuQI4OQ4UA/TVxsjNJ00xI/AAAAAAAABck/3RCPeYMBDH4/s72-c/DSC06549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-7812678998183718308</id><published>2011-02-14T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T17:53:46.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Lil Cupid!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfSQ4Wgq5gQ/TVxfiQcGxKI/AAAAAAAABbc/lZAuxVoUKdA/s1600/IMG_2965-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfSQ4Wgq5gQ/TVxfiQcGxKI/AAAAAAAABbc/lZAuxVoUKdA/s400/IMG_2965-2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574435480910873762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daxton turned 3 yrs old on February 14th, Valentine's Day.  Courtney took these pictures for me and I will fill some of the frames in his bedroom with them.  I love how they turned out!  Thanks Court!  You did such a great job :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-12GpTLBEWmA/TVxfiKsjlSI/AAAAAAAABbU/wL8Uqccusbs/s400/IMG_2962-1.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574435479369258274" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BLJwjRe3fMA/TVxfh97P_mI/AAAAAAAABbM/roJSZjXGt6I/s400/IMG_2971-2.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574435475941228130" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFbBYPvo1To/TVxfhN__M8I/AAAAAAAABa8/Ci4j3UGiWsM/s1600/IMG_2986.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FJZ1qhR_MIg/TVxfhRLdKGI/AAAAAAAABbE/I8a6i0iJcw0/s400/IMG_2981.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574435463929604194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFbBYPvo1To/TVxfhN__M8I/AAAAAAAABa8/Ci4j3UGiWsM/s400/IMG_2986.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574435463076197314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Dax whining cause he is ready to be done taking pictures.  We were definitely able to capture all of his personality in these pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love you buddy!  You have sure grown this past year.  You are getting so smart...too smart for your own good sometimes.  You are so inquisitive about everything and ask so many questions that Mommy gets so frustrated with you sometimes.  Especially all the "Why?"s that have started recently.  I simply don't always know "Why", but that isn't good enough for you.  You even asked me, at 2 yrs old, "How is Boston gonna come out of your tummy?"  I told him we'll go to the hospital and the doctor will take him out.  That wasn't clear enough for you because then you persisted with, "But HOW??"  I gave up and just said the doc will cut him out and then you said, "But that will hurt you!  You'll get bleed!"  I have assured you time and time again that Mommy will be okay.  I love how concerned you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  You are still fascinated, entrigued, obsessed with, and loving trains.  Anything to do with trains.  You're always first to spot a train in a store, on billboards, in a book, or a movie.  If there's one in a movie, you automatically love that movie and want to watch it over and over again.  But usually just that ONE part with the train in it.  You love Thomas and all his friends and know all their names.  If I call one by the wrong name, you're sure to correct me.  Even if they are the same color, you know whether or not they are the same train.  I don't know how you do it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You got a big tricycle at Christmas time and are doing really well at riding it.  You love to ride around on it and every time the sun is shining outside while eating your breakfast you ask me if it's a nice day and if you can ride your bike. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are so excited for your little brother to arrive and daily you flip up the calendar on the fridge and show me what day Boston is coming on.  Now that you have turned 3, you know that's the next big thing to happen.  We are set to be induced on March 17th, St Patrick's Day, so we'll see if Boston hangs out until then or comes early.  You love babies and are so sweet with them.  You love to hold them and kiss their heads, and give them a binky when they cry while saying, "It's ok, don't cry."  You will be such a sweet big brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are such a sweetheart and tell Mommy almost every day after I get ready, "You look pretty, Mom."  Makes me feel so good :)  You'll always agree with me when I show you something I like that is cute or small or pretty.  Like when Boston's teeny cloth diapers came in the mail and I had nobody else at that moment to show how little they were.  I said, "Look Dax, these are for Boston."  You said, "Aw, that's cute."  I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You sure love your Daddy and love to wrestle (which you call "fight"), play hide and seek, and build things with.  You ask everyday when Daddy is gonna come home.  You love to play "hide from the Dragons" or "the dinosaurs are coming!  Run Dad."  You always want Daddy to tell you stories about trains at bedtime.  One time Daddy was telling you a "scary" story about Thomas and his friends and there was a noise in the woods.  But it turned out to be just a beaver gnawing on a tree.  You still didn't interpret that as not being scary after all, and will sometimes say, "The beaver's coming!  It's gonna get you!  Run!"  So I think that you think beavers are another scary creature.  So funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are sure tall and everyone thinks that you are older than you really are.  You have been mistaken for being 5 twice now.  Which is a huge jump from 2 or 3.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have never been a good eater and still aren't.  You could care less about mealtime and would rather just munch throughout the day while on the run.  A lot like your Daddy.  Meal time is always a battle with you to "eat one more bite" or "take 3 more bites."  You have started even saying, "I ate too much, I'm sick" to try and get out of finishing your meal so that you can go play.  You often do this after only 3 bites!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another thing you do that Mom is not thrilled about, is you have started talking with your hands when you are very adamant about something or I've asked you "What?" 3 times because you mumbled.  You'll then start explaining loudly, again, but with your hands.  Also you like to argue quite a bit lately too, and with your hands.  Often times you won't repeat your whole question, so I have no idea what you are saying.  Like one day you asked if you could watch a specific movie after you ate breakfast and I said, "What?" and then you'd repeat, "Movie!" I'd then say, "What about a movie?"  Then you'd get frustrated and start waving your hand saying, "I didn't say lots of words I only said one word, I said MOVIE!"  It frustrates Mom just as much as it does you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You sure crack us up and can definitely be a stinker at times, but we love you so much and can't imagine life without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Bug!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-7812678998183718308?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7812678998183718308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=7812678998183718308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/7812678998183718308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/7812678998183718308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday-lil-cupid.html' title='Happy Birthday Lil Cupid!'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfSQ4Wgq5gQ/TVxfiQcGxKI/AAAAAAAABbc/lZAuxVoUKdA/s72-c/IMG_2965-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-5359896885727200068</id><published>2011-02-07T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T23:05:27.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Angel Among Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TUZXzzBCYBI/AAAAAAAABZU/k8g6YZd1j1c/s400/Angel%2BLily.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568234536669700114" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My cousin and friend, Tiffany, found out last Spring that she was expecting their first child.  She was very sick during her pregnancy, unfortunately, but she tried to stay positive despite it all as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; she and her husband, Jeff, were very excited about having a child.  As h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;er pregnancy progressed, she found out that she would be having a sweet baby girl, but she was measuring smaller than expected, so the due date was pushed back.  This happened again and again until the doctors looked further into the situation to figure out why this was and that something was definitely wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;After many ultrasounds and testing, the doctors discovered that one of the major arteries in the baby's umbilical cord had either not developed correctly, or had clotted over.  Thus leaving sweet Lily to only receive nourishment from two arteries vs. the three that should have been there.  Although she continued to develop, this left Lily exceptionally small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Doctors hoped Lily would stay in the womb as long as possible so that her organs could develop, even if this meant she would be small.  They figured once she was born, then she would catch up quickly with her growth outside of the womb with the help of modern medicine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;On Nov 20th 2010, at 36 weeks, Tiffany went into labor and Lily was brought into this world via C-section as distress during contractions prevented her from arriving naturally.  She was 3lbs 6oz and 15 inches long, but arrived breathing on her own and looked healthy and happy.  The doctors were very pleased. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TUZYo1roReI/AAAAAAAABZc/Pep0DW4ygNI/s400/Lilyatbirth.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568235447918282210" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This little angel stayed in the NICU for 3 1/2 weeks while she continued to develop, grow and learn to eat and breathe on her own without the aid of oxygen and was able to be taken home by her loving parents just before Christmas.  Greg and I were able to go visit and meet her in the NICU prior to her coming home.  I couldn't believe how tiny she was!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Lily has been gaining weight and doing well while staying in her new home.  The doctors continued to track her progress and growth after leaving the NICU a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;nd Lily had many appointments to attend so that the doctors were able to do this.  With the doctors tracking Lily's weight they noticed Lily wasn't growing as quickly as she should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;On January 17th Tiffany and Jeff took Lily to Primary Children's Medical Center to meet with a specialist.  The specialist was concerned about her growth and, even though she had continually gained weight, said she should have been growing more.  The doctor wanted to perform a CT scan with contrast of Lily's gastrointestinal system to make sure everything was functioning properly.  Shortly after Lily drank the barium contrast and the testing was complete, Tiffany and Jeff were informed that the barium was going places it shouldn't have and the doctors wanted to take Lily in to surgery immediately to repair the problem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;with her intestines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tiffany and Jeff trustingly handed their little miracle over to the doctors so that the surgery could be performed.  After many long hours of waiting and not knowing, Jeff and Tiffany were approached by the surgeon who reported that the surgery was successful and they would be able to see their little girl in about 20 more min.  Apparently a pic-line IV needed to be placed and then she would be transferred over to a recovery room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Those 20 min turned into 40 min.  Then an hour.  Then, over an hour and a half someone finally came out to inform Tiffany and Jeff that there were some unexpected complications and Lily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; went into cardiac arrest.  She had received chest compressions for over 20 min.  They were able to revive her and stabilize her, but because of her being without oxygen for so long, they suspected brain damage, but to what extent was not yet known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Lily's devastated parents were ushered to her room back in Intensive Care where their little girl was being sustained by means of a ventilator and so swollen that it appeared her earlobes rested on her shoulders.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TUZZToCFCSI/AAAAAAAABZk/jCTDOIin94o/s400/Lilypostsurgery.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568236182988720418" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This little one has been a fighter through all of this and after many difficult weeks of battling in the ICU, Lily was able to return home with her parents on Feb 1st 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Shortly before taking Lily to Primary Children's to meet with the specialist, Tiffany and Jeff received the hospital bill for Lily's birth and NICU stay.  They have been overwhelmed and stressed about this debt and after this unexpected surgery and the complications resulting from it, they have many more medical expenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In an effort to help them out, Greg's business, &lt;a href="http://www.tungstenringsformen.com/"&gt;Tungsten Rings For Men&lt;/a&gt;, will be donating all proceeds made, up until Valentine's Day, to Tiffany and Jeff.  Pleas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;e join in this cause by spreading the word to others who may be looking for a men's Tungsten ring, Demascus steel ring, or Rockwell watches, or by making a purchase through &lt;a href="http://www.tungstenringsformen.com/"&gt;www.tungstenringsformen.com&lt;/a&gt;.  Greg will be offering a 15% discount that you are able to use by entering the promotional code "LILY" at checkout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Your help and support is gratefully appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Greg and Britney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7596990408249515100-5359896885727200068?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5359896885727200068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=5359896885727200068' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/5359896885727200068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/5359896885727200068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/angel-among-us.html' title='An Angel Among Us'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TUZXzzBCYBI/AAAAAAAABZU/k8g6YZd1j1c/s72-c/Angel%2BLily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-4509758956964019041</id><published>2011-01-09T15:34:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T17:27:20.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TSo9nzPwInI/AAAAAAAABY4/uQiBpzXjA1w/s1600/Nov%2B2010%2Bthru%2BJan%2B2011%2B150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560324443922768498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TSo9nzPwInI/AAAAAAAABY4/uQiBpzXjA1w/s400/Nov%2B2010%2Bthru%2BJan%2B2011%2B150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So here I am at 30 weeks...getting bigger and bigger! I am really feeling uncomfortable now and really looking forward to mid March when this little guy will make his appearance. I'm feeling good other than my burning, aching, trying to expand ribs and not being able to sleep good at night. As soon as I lay down Boston thinks it's time to swim a marathon and kicks and rolls and moves like you wouldn't believe. I think Greg thought I was exaggerating until the other night I made him lay there with his hand on my belly for a good 5 minutes and Boston moved the ENTIRE time! Greg was really surprised and said, "Man, I don't know how you can sleep with that," and then rolled over and went to sleep. No fair! Two nights ago I laid in bed for an HOUR, no joke, while Boston rolled around and kicked and moved. I love feeling him move, but not when I'm trying to go to sleep! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have finished my "Baby Legs" leggings for him, appliqued some tops, made a nursing cover, and finished the pillows for the boys' room. I will post pics of all my projects together as soon as I am finished :) I started spray painting a bunch of things for their room yesterday (no worries, I wore a mask, opened windows and had fans blowing and then I closed doors and shoved towels underneath to keep the fumes out of the rest of the house while it dried) and have just a bit more to do and then I can start hanging things up. Eek! I have been having a craft fiasco lately with all the projects I want to complete. It's so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to share this story, cause it is just ridiculous if you ask me. About a week and a half ago, probably 2 days after Christmas, I woke up with THIS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560345316210928866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TSpQmulCbOI/AAAAAAAABZI/XeGJtbsoshU/s400/cold%2Bsore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Whoa!" "Are you for real?", "Yeah, that's pretty bad!" These are all comments made to me that morning. This picture doesn't do it justice.  It felt like my lip was swollen when I woke up so I went and looked in the mirror and and AHH! It looked like I grew a beak over night! What the heck is this thing you ask? The nastiest cold sore I have ever had or seen, apparently. It was literally the size of a marble and swollen all the way through the inside of my lip. It was very sore and the next morning it had doubled in size, so I called my family doc and asked if there was anything I could take. I had never had this happen before and don't recall getting cold sores ever, really, so I didn't know I had one coming on and was supposed to take something at that point. I told them I was 7 months pregnant and they said they'd check with the doc and see if there was a prescription they could call in for me and they'd call me back. A couple hours later I got a call back from the office saying the doc wanted to see me that day and could squeeze me in 30 min later. So off to the doc I went...really? For a cold sore? Well it turns out that the doc wanted me to come in because I was so far in my pregnancy and just got this and didn't recall ever having a cold sore. He said the herpes virus could affect the baby and wanted to take a culture of this lump to make sure it was indeed a cold sore (YIKES that hurt!) and also draw my blood to see if I had the Herpes virus in my system already, or if this indeed was a new thing, because if the virus was passed on to my little guy, it could stunt his growth, cause him to have low birth weight, cause me to miscarry, or even have a stillborn. Ahh! I had no idea! He put me on a medication and I took it faithfully and waited the long New Year's holiday weekend to hear back about blood results. Fortunately I had previously built up a strong immunity to the virus and it would not be of any threat or risk to my baby. Phew! But I had to share that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't want to leave the house and you should have seen the looks I got from people when I DID have to leave the house. Seriously on day two it looked like I had previously had surgery for cleft lip. Awful! And I didn't even get a New Year's kiss this year ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all is well now and the swelling went down, made a nasty scab, and that scab finally fell off yesterday. I had no idea cold sores could swell up like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dax is getting so excited for Boston to come and share his bed with him. I have to keep correcting him by saying Boston will be sharing his bedROOM, not his bed. So funny. Dax even asked me a couple days ago how the baby is gonna come out. Ahh! What 2 yr old thinks of those things already?! I told him he'll just come out of my tummy at the hospital and then Dax responded, "Are they gonna cut him out?" I was very surprised by this question and just nodded my head in response. Oh Dax, you are so inquisitive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 more weeks to go...I can't wait to meet this little one! &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/7596990408249515100-4509758956964019041?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4509758956964019041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=4509758956964019041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/4509758956964019041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/4509758956964019041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-weeks.html' title='30 Weeks'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TSo9nzPwInI/AAAAAAAABY4/uQiBpzXjA1w/s72-c/Nov%2B2010%2Bthru%2BJan%2B2011%2B150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-6918736709854079992</id><published>2010-12-18T00:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T00:39:53.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxhArxKPLI/AAAAAAAABYY/d2TOka6-lEI/s1600/DSC06359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551919105017789618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxhArxKPLI/AAAAAAAABYY/d2TOka6-lEI/s400/DSC06359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's crazy to believe that I'm already 27 weeks along with this pregnancy.  Things are going pretty good.  Just a couple days ago my hips started really aching and feel like they are coming out of the sockets at times.  I got up a couple nights ago with Dax and could barely walk to his room!  I definitely don't remember dealing with this with Dax.  My ribs burn all the time and I have reflux (yuck), but overall I feel pretty good.  It's definitely harder being pregnant the second time around when you've got a 2 yr old to entertain, chase, and discipline while already feeling exhausted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's so exciting to me that I'm in my 3rd trimester already!  I have a doc appt at the beginning of Jan and then my doc said we'll be starting our appts every 2 weeks.  Wow!  That came really quickly!  It's all sneaking up so fast!  I have so many projects lined up that I have been working on and I am enjoying every minute of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night I took a bath and the little guy was moving and rolling around so much that it reminded me of that scene from the movie "Alien".  I love how much he moves and the constant reminder of events to come.  We finally decided on a name for this boy...Boston Samuel.  I can't wait to see what he looks like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My latest project is getting the boys' room put together.  Dax and Boston will share a room...I'm a little nervous to see how that goes.  My parents gave us my little brothers' old bunk bed and we got a mattress for it the other day.  Dax is so thrilled about having a ladder on his bed and being able to climb up to his bed to sleep in at night.  Tonight I converted the toddler bed back into a crib and it made me giddy!  Daxton's bed is on the left of the room and the crib is on the right side of the room.  I am doing their room in tan, navy blue, a turqoise-green blue color, and orange.  I found the cutest fabric and have been making pillows, a blanket for the baby's bed, and will start on curtains soon.  Plus a changing pad cover to match.  Oh, and bumper pads.  Don't worry, I will be sure to post it all when it is complete and put together.  I love decorating....Eek!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-6918736709854079992?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6918736709854079992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=6918736709854079992' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/6918736709854079992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/6918736709854079992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/27-weeks.html' title='27 Weeks'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxhArxKPLI/AAAAAAAABYY/d2TOka6-lEI/s72-c/DSC06359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-3006225568518023187</id><published>2010-12-18T00:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T00:20:14.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stockings were hung...2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxfV0mRZMI/AAAAAAAABYQ/sC1YeI1Foo8/s1600/DSC06340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551917269142037698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxfV0mRZMI/AAAAAAAABYQ/sC1YeI1Foo8/s400/DSC06340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is something I wish I would have done in years past and saw on somebody else's blog.  They will take pictures around their house of their Christmas decor and compare it to previous years.  It's fun to see what Christmas looked like in your home during specific years.  So I am doing this for myself, but feel free to take a peek at what our home looks like at Christmas time this year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxe59SjGrI/AAAAAAAABYI/guZieCtrk2w/s1600/DSC06345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551916790438894258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxe59SjGrI/AAAAAAAABYI/guZieCtrk2w/s400/DSC06345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxe5kN6OrI/AAAAAAAABYA/Gol4wTdcSms/s1600/DSC06347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551916783708551858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxe5kN6OrI/AAAAAAAABYA/Gol4wTdcSms/s400/DSC06347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxe5SJ4a5I/AAAAAAAABX4/wnyt8ZJ_mxE/s1600/DSC06348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551916778859817874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxe5SJ4a5I/AAAAAAAABX4/wnyt8ZJ_mxE/s400/DSC06348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxe5F_24hI/AAAAAAAABXw/yyWEEZpxBNo/s1600/DSC06350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551916775596548626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxe5F_24hI/AAAAAAAABXw/yyWEEZpxBNo/s400/DSC06350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is my Christmas quilt that I started last year.  I love it and am so proud of it!!  It's pretty simple, but I love the fabrics and the way it turned out.  This is my second quilt.  Sitting next to my pillow I made at Thanksgiving time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxe41Wk3nI/AAAAAAAABXo/EWeOkZF-ydU/s1600/DSC06357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551916771128434290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxe41Wk3nI/AAAAAAAABXo/EWeOkZF-ydU/s400/DSC06357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MERRY CHRISTMAS!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-3006225568518023187?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3006225568518023187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=3006225568518023187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/3006225568518023187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/3006225568518023187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/stockings-were-hung2010.html' title='The Stockings were hung...2010'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxfV0mRZMI/AAAAAAAABYQ/sC1YeI1Foo8/s72-c/DSC06340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-5807839069173641716</id><published>2010-12-17T23:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T00:08:03.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights on Temple Square</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxcx7GgYSI/AAAAAAAABXg/yf73UmwCfKo/s1600/DSC06310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551914453389304098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxcx7GgYSI/AAAAAAAABXg/yf73UmwCfKo/s400/DSC06310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxcxKXhmJI/AAAAAAAABXQ/n2M-0aVWbHo/s1600/DSC06316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551914440307349650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxcxKXhmJI/AAAAAAAABXQ/n2M-0aVWbHo/s400/DSC06316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551914453443493762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxcx7TbP4I/AAAAAAAABXY/JWE0_D3_EW8/s400/DSC06318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxcw0JQxgI/AAAAAAAABXI/60XPZxFhOVY/s1600/DSC06322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551914434341946882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxcw0JQxgI/AAAAAAAABXI/60XPZxFhOVY/s400/DSC06322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxcwlqnh2I/AAAAAAAABXA/qIRhLeTgaBk/s1600/DSC06323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551914430455318370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxcwlqnh2I/AAAAAAAABXA/qIRhLeTgaBk/s400/DSC06323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last Saturday (one week ago) we decided at the last minute to go to Temple Square and see the lights.  It was such a nice night and not too cold.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once downtown we rode the Trax shuttles to the temple gates and that became all we heard about from Dax the rest of the night was "when are we gonna ride the train again?"  He could have cared less about the lights...little stinker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it was a fun little family outing and something I like to do each year at Christmas time.&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/7596990408249515100-5807839069173641716?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5807839069173641716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=5807839069173641716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/5807839069173641716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/5807839069173641716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/lights-on-temple-square.html' title='Lights on Temple Square'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxcx7GgYSI/AAAAAAAABXg/yf73UmwCfKo/s72-c/DSC06310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-6177602071788602458</id><published>2010-12-17T23:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T23:57:20.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous Family Fudge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxYtfPezmI/AAAAAAAABW4/PkkxdkDGc3E/s1600/DSC06294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551909979144769122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxYtfPezmI/AAAAAAAABW4/PkkxdkDGc3E/s400/DSC06294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The story goes that Greg's Dad's Mom used to work for United Airlines long ago typing for them.  Apparently a new division of See's Candies was opening up in the area she worked so See's was sending across their fudge recipe to the new division.  Well Greg's Grandma happened to be the one to receive this to send it on.  So she made a quick copy for herself before sending it on.  This recipe has been made and revised many times throughout the years to get it just perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxYtA54s8I/AAAAAAAABWw/u2dyShF_cl8/s1600/DSC06295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551909971001127874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxYtA54s8I/AAAAAAAABWw/u2dyShF_cl8/s400/DSC06295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Greg's Dad is a pro at making the silkiest, smoothest, best tasting fudge and last year taught Greg just how to do it.  The secret is in how long you cook it.  Greg makes it for friends, family, and neighbors each year at Christmas time.  I love just being able to sit back and watch him work his magic :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxYs2RCq4I/AAAAAAAABWo/7N8ofrKwkQY/s1600/DSC06297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551909968145460098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxYs2RCq4I/AAAAAAAABWo/7N8ofrKwkQY/s400/DSC06297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first batch didn't turn out (still tasted delicious, just the texture wasn't right), but the second batch Greg was so proud of.  Way to go babe!&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/7596990408249515100-6177602071788602458?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6177602071788602458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=6177602071788602458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/6177602071788602458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/6177602071788602458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/famous-family-fudge.html' title='Famous Family Fudge'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxYtfPezmI/AAAAAAAABW4/PkkxdkDGc3E/s72-c/DSC06294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-3115924682036726301</id><published>2010-12-17T23:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T23:36:42.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551905511504198018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxUpb-9uYI/AAAAAAAABWI/EA7b3_yp4A8/s400/DSC06271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551905517570680546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxUpylU5uI/AAAAAAAABWQ/ttPRtbysEE0/s400/DSC06279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551905523406708034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxUqIUvnUI/AAAAAAAABWY/MxafU1VB-GI/s400/DSC06286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxUqd0JYVI/AAAAAAAABWg/rwPMVntWUeI/s1600/DSC06291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551905529175564626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxUqd0JYVI/AAAAAAAABWg/rwPMVntWUeI/s400/DSC06291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love decorating the tree and setting up Christmas decorations.  This year we were in desperate need of a tree and couldn't seem to find a good deal on an artificial tree, so the three of us went to the Christmas tree lot down the street and picked up a real tree this year.  She smells so good!  Greg's family pretty much always had a real tree each year growing up, but this was a new experience for me as I have never had a real tree.  She's a 6 foot noble fir.  Dax was especially excited about setting up the tree when we told him his Daddy has a train that goes around it.  Dax is fascinated, thrilled, pretty much obsessed with trains and anything to do with them.  He was excited to be able to put the star on top of the tree because that meant we were done decorating the tree and could set up the train track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's so fun to have everything set up and ready for Christmas.&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/7596990408249515100-3115924682036726301?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3115924682036726301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=3115924682036726301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/3115924682036726301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/3115924682036726301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-christmas-tree.html' title='O Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxUpb-9uYI/AAAAAAAABWI/EA7b3_yp4A8/s72-c/DSC06271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-201337955695486924</id><published>2010-12-17T23:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T23:22:55.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sledding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxRy4fh9RI/AAAAAAAABWA/LXjANOR6wXI/s1600/DSC06260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551902375240922386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxRy4fh9RI/AAAAAAAABWA/LXjANOR6wXI/s400/DSC06260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxRykIlkqI/AAAAAAAABV4/Tn19hDVzjfA/s1600/DSC06264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551902369775981218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxRykIlkqI/AAAAAAAABV4/Tn19hDVzjfA/s400/DSC06264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxRyWlz-NI/AAAAAAAABVw/fQMUsnWW4Yg/s1600/DSC06269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551902366140463314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxRyWlz-NI/AAAAAAAABVw/fQMUsnWW4Yg/s400/DSC06269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Greg kept telling Dax how he would take him sledding when it snowed and Thanksgiving weekend Greg went out and bought an awesome sled.  The day after Thanksgiving instead of Black Friday shopping, we all went sledding nearby our house.  There's a park with some awesome hills and also a school right next to it which is on a huge hill.  Dax had a lot of fun and didn't want to leave until after we were in the car and his frozen feet started to thaw out and hurt.  Then he was all about getting home and getting warmed up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I even went on a couple runs and this last picture the 3 of us squeezed on the sled and went down one last HUGE hill together.  Greg had to drag his feet behind to keep us from going faster than we already were!  What a fun day.&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/7596990408249515100-201337955695486924?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/201337955695486924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=201337955695486924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/201337955695486924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/201337955695486924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/sledding.html' title='Sledding'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxRy4fh9RI/AAAAAAAABWA/LXjANOR6wXI/s72-c/DSC06260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-7540492446297076664</id><published>2010-12-17T22:43:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T23:11:21.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanksgiving Day this year was spent with my side of the family. We switch off years between my family and Greg's family to keep things simple. We all met at my parents house for a yummy turkey dinner and everyone brought a pie. It was surprising that not one of us brought pumpkin, the traditional Thanksgiving Day pie. I made a cherry pie (since that's my favorite and my Dad and I are usually the only ones who eat it). I was so proud of myself! My first pie :) Although I did cheat and use a premade crust that you just cook. But I did do a lattice top and it turned out very pretty if I do say so myself. Darn, should have taken a picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551895818725119026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxL1PkWVDI/AAAAAAAABVg/JKLbDWcbYrM/s400/DSC06257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My cute boys (shortly after this picture was taken, Dax was wiggling around on his chair and dumped his entire plate on the floor. Happy Thanksgiving Cooper dog!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551895813616510994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxL08iXKBI/AAAAAAAABVY/4jxSaC055bw/s400/DSC06255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;L to R: Mom, Me, Joe, Court (sorry, I chose the one with your eyes closed!), Peyton, Greg, Dax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551895808791419314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxL0qj-GbI/AAAAAAAABVQ/yVk_FId9GhI/s400/DSC06253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L to R: Dad, Dustin, Ryan (I love how his cheeks are bulging with food and he's shoveling up another bite already...haha!), Ashley, Kolby, Grandma B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantel and Carl and their crew showed up later that evening and had come from California earlier that week. It was so fun to ALL be there for Thanksgiving this year. I love my family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner was cleaned up and while the boys watched football, us girls got our craft on!  It's a tradition that the girls make some sort of Christmas craft on thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Mom found this tutorial for these cute rosette pillows and we all made them envelope style so that we can make several different pillow covers and switch them out using the same pillow form.  Pretty clever, eh?  Last year I started a Christmas quilt and finally finished it this year, so with my leftover fabric strips I made this fun pillow...matchy matchy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551899063212194690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxOyGOWO4I/AAAAAAAABVo/_LiymgBFlus/s400/DSC06341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think it turned out pretty cute, just don't mind the skee-wompus (however it's spelled) center flower.  I ran out of fabric and had to improvise and then realized I was doing it more oval than circular.  Oops!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We ate lots of food and stayed up way too late visiting, crafting, catching up, and laughing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-7540492446297076664?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7540492446297076664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=7540492446297076664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/7540492446297076664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/7540492446297076664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/thanksgiving-2010.html' title='Thanksgiving 2010'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TQxL1PkWVDI/AAAAAAAABVg/JKLbDWcbYrM/s72-c/DSC06257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-6380830559590125616</id><published>2010-11-08T12:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T12:46:21.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Bump</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TNhPSBB6O4I/AAAAAAAABVI/d2IGPsBB-ng/s1600/DSC06240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537262912784710530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TNhPSBB6O4I/AAAAAAAABVI/d2IGPsBB-ng/s400/DSC06240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;21 Weeks...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dax took this picture for me, which is why it is kind of funny, but he managed to get all of me in the screen on one shot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe I'm half-way through this pregnancy already and starting my 6th month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The time sure has flown by this time around!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm very happy with my weight this time around and I'm trying to not over-do it when it comes to late night cravings and munching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, we're just barely getting into the holidays, so we'll see how that keeps up ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm getting so excited for March to come and to meet this little guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He moves around quite a bit and last week at my big ultrasound he was so wiggly that the tech was having a hard time seeing what she needed to.  It made me smile.  I love seeing him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things are going good and I'm feeling great.  Aside from the hot flashes that is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been having fun making boyish baby legs, burp cloths, appliqued onesies, a beanie to wear home from the hospital, binky chains, and cloth wipes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I'm going cloth.  I've been researching for months and have decided to go cloth all the way.  Cloth diapers and cloth wipes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since we have Aflac, we will be able to put a grundle into nice cloth diapers that will last us through the next couple kids and it will save us a ton of money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dax is potty-trained, but still has accidents at night, almost EVERY night.  And I know that's normal for a 2 yr old, but I am really tired of changing sheets every day.  Even pull-ups he pees through and they get so stinky gross that I ended up buying my first cloth diapers the other day for him to wear to bed at night and they work like a champ!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kanga-care.com/Rumparooz-Colors_p_12.html"&gt;Rumparooz&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.bananapeelsdiapers.com/catalog.php?item=1767"&gt;Fuzzi Bunz&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a nut for cloth diapers now so if you have a question, feel free to shoot it my way :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-6380830559590125616?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6380830559590125616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=6380830559590125616' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/6380830559590125616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/6380830559590125616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/baby-bump_08.html' title='Baby Bump'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TNhPSBB6O4I/AAAAAAAABVI/d2IGPsBB-ng/s72-c/DSC06240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-4738732907150397247</id><published>2010-11-08T12:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T12:25:06.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Bump</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TNhOUmMrcpI/AAAAAAAABVA/64iADZ3bQnU/s1600/June+thru+Oct+2010+203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537261857610101394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TNhOUmMrcpI/AAAAAAAABVA/64iADZ3bQnU/s400/June+thru+Oct+2010+203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;18 weeks...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7596990408249515100-4738732907150397247?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4738732907150397247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=4738732907150397247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/4738732907150397247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/4738732907150397247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/baby-bump.html' title='Baby Bump'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TNhOUmMrcpI/AAAAAAAABVA/64iADZ3bQnU/s72-c/June+thru+Oct+2010+203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-6556979133516486003</id><published>2010-10-01T12:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T12:21:22.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welp, we're having...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;another  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;BOY.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dax is so excited to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have a baby in the house &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as he is a nut for babies.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It will be good for him to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have a little buddy too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Choosing a name has been &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much more difficult this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time around and we still have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not come up with anything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we are set on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But baby boy is due to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;arrive March 19th!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-6556979133516486003?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6556979133516486003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=6556979133516486003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/6556979133516486003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/6556979133516486003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/welp-were-having.html' title='Welp, we&apos;re having...'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-8311867710231688986</id><published>2010-09-07T21:51:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:31:02.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514632072871791650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIfopwp_zCI/AAAAAAAABUA/j-V5bixEjnw/s400/DSC06078.JPG" /&gt; Welcome to our "New House" as Daxton refers to it. I told you I'd take you on a tour, so here is as promised...and long overdue, I know. We rented out and moved into a townhome the beginning of June that is very spacious and works perfectly for our needs. It was built in the 70's, so some of the things inside looks pretty old school (ie the blue carpet, wooden doors, and brass fixtures and knobs). But we did score new carpet and paint on the main floor and basement and new tile throughout. It is about 1800 sq ft and has 3 bedrooms and 2 1/2 baths. There is an upstairs as well as a basement and beyond the room in the basement is a large unfinished storage room with workbenches in it, so it has turned into our storage room/Greg's workshop where he can do his ring business out of. Works wonderfully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514632077926553026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIfoqDfJVcI/AAAAAAAABUI/LAkLpoRuhjc/s400/DSC06080.JPG" /&gt;Here's our living room/tv room on the main floor. This is what you see first when you walk in the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514634247138285922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIfqoUbhmWI/AAAAAAAABUg/IpQKYZlhVoc/s400/DSC06085.JPG" /&gt;Here is to the right of the dooor, the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514634261430068850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIfqpJq85nI/AAAAAAAABUw/0YU5IdSePP0/s400/DSC06087.JPG" /&gt;Betcha can't guess...oh you're right, it's the stairs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514634257130579154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIfqo5p35NI/AAAAAAAABUo/geYfNUuFnX8/s400/DSC06086.JPG" /&gt;stairs again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514632068965140962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIfopiGlCeI/AAAAAAAABT4/pjmq7zoAFNE/s400/DSC06076.JPG" /&gt;And here is our living room standing on the stairs (had to get the whole picture in).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514632114568192562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIfosL_MYjI/AAAAAAAABUQ/CUtfH12oSo4/s400/DSC06082.JPG" /&gt;Here is our Dining Nook that you see when you walk around the corner of the living room. And this is my table setting when I have people over for dinner...which will hopefully be a lot more often now that we're settled and the cooler season is upon us. Love my dishes and napkins :) and no, I did not purposely get Daxton's high chair to match...it just happened that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514632125247134242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIfoszxQGiI/AAAAAAAABUY/QeiSKPzh9l4/s400/DSC06083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514389293377225394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIcL2Ij3grI/AAAAAAAABTY/XGLnfCSEXnQ/s400/DSC05979.JPG" /&gt; Here is our kitchen to the right of the dining area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514390538959256818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIcM-otw_PI/AAAAAAAABTg/uBM42nJ3woM/s400/DSC05980.JPG" /&gt;And if you continue on through the kitchen, on the other side of the wall is our Wash area and 1/2 bath. To the right of the washing machine is a door that leads to the basement. But our basement is used as an office/craft room/scrapbook room/playroom, so you don't get to see that. Always a big mess. Just one open room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIcL0yxjiEI/AAAAAAAABTQ/xvCqfMdaPSQ/s1600/DSC05973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514389270349187138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIcL0yxjiEI/AAAAAAAABTQ/xvCqfMdaPSQ/s400/DSC05973.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you head upstairs and around the corner, the first door on your right is Daxton's bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIcL0MXBtEI/AAAAAAAABTI/j-bM0gpBrlQ/s1600/DSC05970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514389260037370946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIcL0MXBtEI/AAAAAAAABTI/j-bM0gpBrlQ/s400/DSC05970.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And directly across from that is Daxton's bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIcLzslxb6I/AAAAAAAABTA/n2e4SOSnsOM/s1600/DSC05971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514389251509284770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIcLzslxb6I/AAAAAAAABTA/n2e4SOSnsOM/s400/DSC05971.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Don't you love how he's in every picture...he kept hopping in and saying "cheese" every time I held up the camera). Daxton's room is now rearranged as he will be on one side and the baby on the other when baby comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514387108837926978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIcJ2-hHKEI/AAAAAAAABSY/eiBEoEf4URI/s400/DSC05965.JPG" /&gt; And if you head upstairs, around the corner and continue straight down the hall, you run into the Master bedroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514387114431049266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIcJ3TWnbjI/AAAAAAAABSg/-fh-YG4bMO8/s400/DSC05966.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left of the entrance. The door on the right is our closet. It's a long corridor walk-in closet so it's able to fit all of our clothes and shoes and then some other junk stored up on the shelves ;) Works marvelously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514387118722977378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIcJ3jV5DmI/AAAAAAAABSo/QsL2EOlF1Bo/s400/DSC05967.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is at the foot of our bed and to the left is our bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514387126019791170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIcJ3-hlmUI/AAAAAAAABSw/zHmrLYh7cDc/s400/DSC05968.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kind of a corridor with the second doorway leading in to the shower and toilet "room".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514387127528470146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIcJ4EJSNoI/AAAAAAAABS4/ydyOJv8_lR0/s400/DSC05969.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here you can see it kicks back in a bit and that's where our double sinks are and long counter. Oh how I missed having counter space to get ready on! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And there you have it! Our New House.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-8311867710231688986?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8311867710231688986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=8311867710231688986' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/8311867710231688986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/8311867710231688986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-house.html' title='New House'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIfopwp_zCI/AAAAAAAABUA/j-V5bixEjnw/s72-c/DSC06078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-7844644950087284873</id><published>2010-09-07T21:02:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:51:41.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Greg turns 26!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIb-2u8EuDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/q4bR0eRQ-fA/s1600/DSC05951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514375010028140594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIb-2u8EuDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/q4bR0eRQ-fA/s400/DSC05951.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Greg, Dax, and I celebrated Greg's 26th birthday together this year by going to Pei Wei for dinner (oh how I heart you Pei Wei) and then home for a movie night on Redbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514375002528002498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIb-2S_5scI/AAAAAAAABSI/bI6wGjwXOj0/s400/DSC05955.JPG" /&gt;I had found out just the day before that I was pregnant and was dying to tell Greg! I thought how perfect that Greg's birthday was the next day to surprise him. Holding the secret in just one day was killer! You should've seen the crazy look Greg gave me when I was chowing day on Dax's snacks in church and during the Sacrament! I had been feeling nauseous for a couple weeks and wondering if I was indeed expecting. I wrapped up the pregnancy test (kinda gross, I know...but I knew he'd wanna see it for himself that it was indeed positive) and then gave him a card saying Happy Birthday and telling him how much we love and appreciate him yadi yadi ya da...then at the end said "Lots of Love, Brit, Dax, and baby #2 (Surprise!)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Greg was VERY surprised and after reading the card looking at me and said, "serious?"  He's very excited :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514374997068410162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIb-1-qO7TI/AAAAAAAABSA/zyIXPF4Srxk/s400/DSC05957.JPG" /&gt;No, I didn't just give Greg a pee stick for his present. I had ordered him an RC helicopter off Amazon and it was supposed to arrive that morning...but ended up being on the doorstep the following morning as Greg was on his way to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514374989254208002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIb-1hjLqgI/AAAAAAAABR4/AnXKM61knZg/s400/DSC05958.JPG" /&gt;He was very excited and couldn't wait to get home that evening to test it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514374967622393346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIb-0Q9wXgI/AAAAAAAABRw/yiPz2m0udlY/s400/DSC05960.JPG" /&gt;He and Dax have had lots of fun with it and the first thing Dax asks when Greg gets home from work is "fly hel-copter?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Greg!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-7844644950087284873?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=20faeb972cd99d3d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=68261f68202c81f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b57a46cd13d3f16a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7844644950087284873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=7844644950087284873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/7844644950087284873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/7844644950087284873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/greg-turns-26.html' title='Greg turns 26!'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIb-2u8EuDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/q4bR0eRQ-fA/s72-c/DSC05951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-7760153173476481592</id><published>2010-08-19T13:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T14:04:26.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daxton's Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TG2NFP4x1BI/AAAAAAAABRI/qpaZADv6Q7g/s1600/DSC06040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507213040647525394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TG2NFP4x1BI/AAAAAAAABRI/qpaZADv6Q7g/s400/DSC06040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TG2NE49nfNI/AAAAAAAABRA/8ww37OZGOYI/s1600/DSC06045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507213034493803730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TG2NE49nfNI/AAAAAAAABRA/8ww37OZGOYI/s400/DSC06045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TG2NEerxBjI/AAAAAAAABQ4/Eetw8Wm1rIg/s1600/DSC06042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507213027439609394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TG2NEerxBjI/AAAAAAAABQ4/Eetw8Wm1rIg/s400/DSC06042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right!  We're expecting baby #2, due to arrive March 19th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're very excited!!&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/7596990408249515100-7760153173476481592?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7760153173476481592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=7760153173476481592' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/7760153173476481592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/7760153173476481592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/daxtons-surprise.html' title='Daxton&apos;s Surprise'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TG2NFP4x1BI/AAAAAAAABRI/qpaZADv6Q7g/s72-c/DSC06040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-8358818049394478283</id><published>2010-07-28T16:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T16:57:09.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I planned to get my blog all caught up today, but I can't seem to find my camera cable to get the rest of the pictures off.  It's somewhere in our storage room where we have crammed everything since we are getting NEW carpet in our basement.  Yippee!  Carpet comes on Saturday, so hopefully I can get all the pictures up and take you on a tour of our place next week :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For now, feel free to look back to the beginning of May for some new posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-8358818049394478283?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8358818049394478283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=8358818049394478283' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/8358818049394478283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/8358818049394478283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/updated.html' title='UPDATED'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-6729750426539547829</id><published>2010-06-22T20:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:02:45.297-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Brit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIb7evxjpyI/AAAAAAAABRo/FCSdEMQIGWE/s1600/DSC05891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514371299400722210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIb7evxjpyI/AAAAAAAABRo/FCSdEMQIGWE/s400/DSC05891.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yellow and gray fat-quarter fabrics to create something lovely for my kitchen!  Thanks Marianne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIb7ec9hZaI/AAAAAAAABRg/9KZ-ib8uorw/s1600/DSC05882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514371294350632354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIb7ec9hZaI/AAAAAAAABRg/9KZ-ib8uorw/s400/DSC05882.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favorite boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIb7d8hd5jI/AAAAAAAABRY/dfgiVefisgc/s1600/DSC05900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514371285643028018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIb7d8hd5jI/AAAAAAAABRY/dfgiVefisgc/s400/DSC05900.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dax and crazy Grandpa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I turned 27 this year.  Yikes!  So weird to think that I'm in my LATE 20's already.  I had an awesome birthday celebration.  I celebrated my actual birthday in St George with my family at a HUGE house we all rented out for a week-long vacation (Palooza).  I got to go shopping by myself for 4 hours!!  Heaven!  Scored some cute stuff for great deals (even better) and then afterward went to dinner with Greg, just the 2 of us, to Red Lobster--my absolute FAVORITE restaurant.  Then went back to the house and the girls watched "New Moon" while the guys went out to a movie.  Sure wish I could have stayed awake for that movie...I was so tired.  Then we had cake the following day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then a week later we celebrated with Greg's side of the family at a Penthouse in Park City Marriott.  We had dinner, opened presents, and went swimming.  So much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7596990408249515100-6729750426539547829?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6729750426539547829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=6729750426539547829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/6729750426539547829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/6729750426539547829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-brit.html' title='Happy Birthday Brit'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TIb7evxjpyI/AAAAAAAABRo/FCSdEMQIGWE/s72-c/DSC05891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-7453221526721148216</id><published>2010-06-11T14:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T16:34:42.668-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOOOOOOOAL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499064686904090770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCaMovQIJI/AAAAAAAABO0/Xm07zz5hd90/s400/DSC05501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCYbF6BvXI/AAAAAAAABOs/zzc-OT2mhL0/s1600/DSC05476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499062736228826482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCYbF6BvXI/AAAAAAAABOs/zzc-OT2mhL0/s400/DSC05476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back in April Greg joined his work's Indoor Soccer team and played several late night games. He had a lot of fun and we enjoyed going to watch every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499062733740673698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCYa8oziqI/AAAAAAAABOk/sgoddGCyXMs/s400/DSC05491.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499062727115845922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCYaj9UsSI/AAAAAAAABOc/wGF3RS2bRU4/s400/DSC05490.JPG" /&gt;Way to go, Babe! He had some good games and some not so good games, and finished up the season mid June by spraining his ankle on their very last game. Ouch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dax loved to watch, but he didn't quite understand the point of "watching" and wanted to get right in there and "run the ball with dad" as he calls it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-7453221526721148216?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7453221526721148216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=7453221526721148216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/7453221526721148216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/7453221526721148216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/gooooooooal.html' title='GOOOOOOOOAL!'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCaMovQIJI/AAAAAAAABO0/Xm07zz5hd90/s72-c/DSC05501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-8567035591057235824</id><published>2010-06-03T14:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T14:44:01.869-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All My Bags are Packed!</title><content type='html'>...well, just about.  We're Moving!!  Again.  But after living with 3 different family members and friends (which we so appreciate their putting us up) for the past year, this time we're finally moving into our own space.  I'm so excited I can hardly sleep at night.  I can't wait to get all of our furniture out of storage and to see all my things again.  And decorate!!  I think I'm most excited to get to sleep in my own bed again.  Oh how I miss you, King-size pillow top.  Woohoo!  Where might we be moving you ask?  Cottonwood Heights.  We found a very spacious townhome there.  Nope, won't be moving back into our Draper house...we'll just continue to keep that rented out and as an investment property.  Seems to be working out quite well :)  So as soon as we're moved in and things are put in their places, I will take you all on a picture tour of our new digs!  Until then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-8567035591057235824?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8567035591057235824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=8567035591057235824' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/8567035591057235824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/8567035591057235824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-my-bags-are-packed.html' title='All My Bags are Packed!'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-7042438554938487018</id><published>2010-05-26T21:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T21:42:46.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart Potty-Training</title><content type='html'>Yeah, RIGHT!  Why is it that kids have to go up and down with potty-training?  They do awesome for a while and then there's like an entire week where they act like they've never seen a toilet before and just have accident after accident and it doesn't phase them they're doing anything wrong.  Well, at least that's how it's been with my child.  He has done awesome since February.  It took him about 2 weeks to really get it, and he's had occasional accidents (which I expect and understand happens), but today?  I am so upset with him today!  He had FOUR accidents...one of which was poop.  Are you kidding me?!  He hasn't pooped his pants since Feb when we first started potty-training.  And this past week he will NOT tell me when he has to go potty.  Instead he'll just pee his pants and wait for me to notice.  Then I lose it (which I know I'm not supposed to do).  I've tried being calm and just explain that he's supposed to go potty in the toilet, but it's like he could care less and acts like, "oh good, I'm not even in trouble."  I don't know what to do!  After the poop accident today that was it!  Thank goodness it was toward the end of the day and I didn't have to see him much longer.  I was so upset I just threw away his underwear.  What do I do?  Why won't he tell me anymore when he has to go?  Needing to vent.  Any other moms out there feeling my frustration?  Anyone have any advice or tips or that can relate and tell me how they got through it??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-7042438554938487018?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7042438554938487018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=7042438554938487018' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/7042438554938487018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/7042438554938487018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-heart-potty-training.html' title='I Heart Potty-Training'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-8221068514819017265</id><published>2010-05-22T19:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T21:11:09.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger, We're not friends right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know if any of you have the same problems, but I swear every time I have plenty of time to sit down and catch up my blog, the stupid blogger is having problems staying online, or it won't upload my pictures for some stupid reason.  So...as soon as it IS up and working, I have plenty of posts to share with you.  So stay tuned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-8221068514819017265?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8221068514819017265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=8221068514819017265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/8221068514819017265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/8221068514819017265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/blogger-were-not-friends-right-now.html' title='Blogger, We&apos;re not friends right now'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-4591657336633126657</id><published>2010-05-17T16:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T11:13:25.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawk it up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCzDrJVeSI/AAAAAAAABQs/ME07_YiIGrY/s1600/DSC05570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499092020722235682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCzDrJVeSI/AAAAAAAABQs/ME07_YiIGrY/s400/DSC05570.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Greg needed a haircut and when I walked in after he was done cutting it himself, this is what I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCzDEw7bUI/AAAAAAAABQk/BO0ZGX-7P94/s1600/DSC05597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499092010419318082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCzDEw7bUI/AAAAAAAABQk/BO0ZGX-7P94/s400/DSC05597.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCzComsR2I/AAAAAAAABQc/QG5haZ2sAUc/s1600/DSC05610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499092002860189538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCzComsR2I/AAAAAAAABQc/QG5haZ2sAUc/s400/DSC05610.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love it!&lt;br /&gt;Sexy.Hot.Man.&lt;br /&gt;It only lasted a couple weeks unfortunately...&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/7596990408249515100-4591657336633126657?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4591657336633126657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=4591657336633126657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/4591657336633126657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/4591657336633126657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/hawk-it-up.html' title='Hawk it up!'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCzDrJVeSI/AAAAAAAABQs/ME07_YiIGrY/s72-c/DSC05570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-5259929329372870057</id><published>2010-05-08T15:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T16:32:17.217-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCmpokrULI/AAAAAAAABQU/gFpHbbgzTHE/s1600/DSC05535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499078379215474866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCmpokrULI/AAAAAAAABQU/gFpHbbgzTHE/s400/DSC05535.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Greg and I celebrated 4 years of being married on May 19th.  For his anniversary present, I gave Greg 2 tickets to the "Neon Trees", "Mute Math", and "30 Seconds to Mars" concert at the Rail Events Center on May 8th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCmpJUHjWI/AAAAAAAABQM/mn5dSU1bApU/s1600/DSC05538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499078370824523106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCmpJUHjWI/AAAAAAAABQM/mn5dSU1bApU/s400/DSC05538.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Neon Trees:  My new favorite band.  They've got such good voices and Tyler Glenn is a hotty!  Something about that mohawk...mmm, mmm...reminds me of Puck on "Glee" ;)  And their drummer is a GIRL!  The only girl in the band, and she's the drummer.  Pretty inspiring and impressive if you ask me.  You rock, chica!  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCmo6aUL-I/AAAAAAAABQE/KzGpGg3rbaE/s1600/DSC05548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499078366823985122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCmo6aUL-I/AAAAAAAABQE/KzGpGg3rbaE/s400/DSC05548.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mute Math:  They have the CRAZIEST drummer ever!  When he first came on stage, he put headphones on and then grabbed a roll of duct tape and wrapped it around his head and under his chin several times.  I was thinking, "What...?"  Then when he began playing I could see why...he slams his head around like nobody's business!  Don't want those things flying off.  He threw his coat over his head at one point and played "blind" and broke several drumsticks throughout their performance.  My favorite was when he poured a water bottle slowly onto his drums while he was tapping the symbols (is that what they're called?) with his other hand.  The water emptied out of the bottle after he took a few swigs and then started slamming away on his drums and water was flying everywhere.  It was so cool to watch!  Near the end they stacked up a bunch of amp boxes and instrument cases and he jumped up top and played them with his sticks.  That guy has got some serious talent!  A-M-A-Z-I-N-G! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterward, it was quiet for quite some time before the famous Jared Letto with 30 Seconds to Mars came on.  People were squeezing their way up toward the front and crowding in.  Some very tall drunk guy was trying to push his way up front from behind me and Greg and ended up shoving me about 5 feet to the left of where I was standing next to Greg.  Scary!  I yelled Greg's name and he shoved the guy.  The guy shoved him back.  Greg was about ready to throw a punch, when his buddy Jake (who ended up walking in to the concert just ahead of us) grabbed Greg and told the moron to basically get out here.  Greg was all fired up and I was nervous he was gonna get into a fight.  That boy needed a serious chill pill that night!  But it felt good to know he's got my back ;)  hee hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When "30 Seconds to Mars" finally came on, the crowd squished in even tighter and I could NOT handle it.  So I told Greg I was gonna hang out in the back.  I found my good friend Shelli (who is a total Neon Trees fan) and hung with her while Greg and Jake moshed it out together for the rest of the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCmoSbILVI/AAAAAAAABP8/ZaIkZ0hw6JQ/s1600/DSC05558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499078356089974098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCmoSbILVI/AAAAAAAABP8/ZaIkZ0hw6JQ/s400/DSC05558.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The famous Jared Leto with a Hot Pink Mohawk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It was an awesome night and a lot of fun to be there with Greg, but then to each end up having a buddy to pal around with so that we were both comfortable.  Turned out perfectly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forget how fun concerts are.  Makes me feel wild and young again :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Thanks so much to Brooke and Derek for watching Dax until 1:00am!  They played at the park with him, bathed him, and even put him to bed!  You guys are awesome.  Thanks again!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our actual anniversary, Greg and I went out for chocolate fondue at Zupa's and then watched a movie at home afterward.  Greg gave me a card with money in it for a deposit on a place of our own.  EXACTLY what I wanted :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Anniversary, Babe!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you.&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/7596990408249515100-5259929329372870057?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=78b8e0ecae476e03&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5259929329372870057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=5259929329372870057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/5259929329372870057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/5259929329372870057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary!'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCmpokrULI/AAAAAAAABQU/gFpHbbgzTHE/s72-c/DSC05535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-7152903013931896141</id><published>2010-05-08T15:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T15:43:16.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Cousin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCj1Ofrc-I/AAAAAAAABP0/YkjJBerKYBw/s1600/DSC05533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499075279838737378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCj1Ofrc-I/AAAAAAAABP0/YkjJBerKYBw/s400/DSC05533.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On May 7th Greg's brother Jason and his wife Monica had their very first baby.  A little boy named William.  Dax sure loves babies and was very excited to meet his new cousin, baby Will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He sure is a sweetheart!  I think he looks so much like his mommy in this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-7152903013931896141?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7152903013931896141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=7152903013931896141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/7152903013931896141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/7152903013931896141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-cousin.html' title='A New Cousin'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCj1Ofrc-I/AAAAAAAABP0/YkjJBerKYBw/s72-c/DSC05533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-8305254120577517791</id><published>2010-05-05T15:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T15:37:08.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCeirwHEII/AAAAAAAABPs/Orqvq2iTe0o/s1600/DSC05519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499069463716630658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCeirwHEII/AAAAAAAABPs/Orqvq2iTe0o/s320/DSC05519.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For playdate we decided to venture out to Thanksgiving Point.  We looked around at all the animals and the kids even got to go on a pony ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCeiNR4wYI/AAAAAAAABPk/V7gK4DWawX0/s1600/DSC05523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499069455536800130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCeiNR4wYI/AAAAAAAABPk/V7gK4DWawX0/s320/DSC05523.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; L to R:  Kyden, Lincoln, Makenna, Dax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCdyWzsLyI/AAAAAAAABPc/pYzhPKq9L94/s1600/DSC05526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499068633460780834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCdyWzsLyI/AAAAAAAABPc/pYzhPKq9L94/s320/DSC05526.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dax was so excited for the pony ride, but became hysterical when it was his turn and didn't even wanna SIT on the pony.  We walked along side the pony for a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCdyMbca4I/AAAAAAAABPU/YibNhSFNLKA/s1600/DSC05527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499068630674729858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCdyMbca4I/AAAAAAAABPU/YibNhSFNLKA/s320/DSC05527.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Dax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCdxiaLmmI/AAAAAAAABPM/IjkttYdh0Ms/s1600/DSC05529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499068619395144290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCdxiaLmmI/AAAAAAAABPM/IjkttYdh0Ms/s320/DSC05529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But then I made him sit on it and get a picture, happy or not, because I was NOT gonna have my $2 go to waste...I'm terrible, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCdxaMI-wI/AAAAAAAABPE/wFNLbp_1ioM/s1600/DSC05530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499068617188768514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCdxaMI-wI/AAAAAAAABPE/wFNLbp_1ioM/s320/DSC05530.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peyton sure loved it though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The funny thing is that when the ride was over and we were leaving, Dax threw a fit AGAIN, but this time begging to ride on the pony.  *Sigh* There's no pleasing this 2-year-old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCdw4oF81I/AAAAAAAABO8/UXTvotKKkB4/s1600/DSC05531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499068608179204946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCdw4oF81I/AAAAAAAABO8/UXTvotKKkB4/s320/DSC05531.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; L to R:  Courtney &amp;amp; Peyton; Melissa, Makenna &amp;amp; Avonlea; Brooke, Lincoln (and Carter behind Linc); Dax and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so fun to meet and play and then have lunch and visit.  I love my girlfriends!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7596990408249515100-8305254120577517791?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8305254120577517791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=8305254120577517791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/8305254120577517791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/8305254120577517791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/thanksgiving-point.html' title='Thanksgiving Point'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/TFCeirwHEII/AAAAAAAABPs/Orqvq2iTe0o/s72-c/DSC05519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-1815429107349474936</id><published>2010-04-27T12:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T12:49:42.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All In The Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; So here's my latest project...finally finished!  A good-sized bag to use for whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464889568739729714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S9cwG8l4ITI/AAAAAAAABNI/_xlRpZffBo0/s400/DSC05512.JPG" /&gt;I've been working on this since December of last year, but I absolutely LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464889559041038418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S9cwGYdh2FI/AAAAAAAABNA/9OdYCUuOSQE/s400/DSC05513.JPG" /&gt;You can't see it too well, but one of my favorite things about this bag is the silver rings on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464889550948334354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S9cwF6UE-xI/AAAAAAAABM4/ufMMy0TqvN0/s400/DSC05515.JPG" /&gt;Inside, my mom helped me figure out how to put 3 pockets so that I can use it for a Diaper bag to hold bottles, or whatever else.  The center pocket is a little larger than the outer two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464889543847472434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S9cwFf3GbTI/AAAAAAAABMw/P0s33GDKrgI/s400/DSC05514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's so nice and big that I can fit so much in it!  And just take along ONE bag instead of THREE.  This will be my "everything" bag.  Overnight bag, Diaper bag, purse, vacation bag, carry-on, you name it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks Mom for all your help!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lovin' my new bag :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-1815429107349474936?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1815429107349474936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=1815429107349474936' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/1815429107349474936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/1815429107349474936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-all-in-bag.html' title='It&apos;s All In The Bag'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S9cwG8l4ITI/AAAAAAAABNI/_xlRpZffBo0/s72-c/DSC05512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-7263241501099193766</id><published>2010-04-18T15:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T15:52:10.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!!...ed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I finally caught up on my blog.  Check back into Feb for all that's been going on in the life of this little family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-7263241501099193766?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7263241501099193766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=7263241501099193766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/7263241501099193766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/7263241501099193766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/updateed.html' title='Update!!...ed'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-3956029526857779040</id><published>2010-04-15T19:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T19:46:34.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Playdate at the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; It was finally warm enough to go to the park.  So Me and Dax, Brooke and Lincoln and Carter, and Courtney and Peyton packed up a lunch and picnicked in the sun.  It turned out to be really warm and everyone ended up a little sunburned.  We all forgot to pack sunscreen...not used to bringing that along after the snowy, cold, winter season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474274795909756450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S_iH7EUTNiI/AAAAAAAABOA/Y9QmdedVYS0/s400/DSC05469.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Dax and Lincoln on the tire swing.  They're the best of buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474274786630186978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S_iH6hv4N-I/AAAAAAAABN4/RvbT46BfOjk/s400/DSC05471.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474274781748037298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S_iH6Pj4hrI/AAAAAAAABNw/y5rDt8xeRCQ/s400/DSC05473.JPG" /&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/7596990408249515100-3956029526857779040?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3956029526857779040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=3956029526857779040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/3956029526857779040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/3956029526857779040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/playdate-at-park.html' title='Playdate at the Park'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S_iH7EUTNiI/AAAAAAAABOA/Y9QmdedVYS0/s72-c/DSC05469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-7987790535310058335</id><published>2010-04-11T16:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T13:21:31.781-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Handsome Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S_WKqS5hWII/AAAAAAAABNg/sab2z87IJkA/s1600/DSC_5785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473433381370943618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S_WKqS5hWII/AAAAAAAABNg/sab2z87IJkA/s400/DSC_5785.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S_WICZ1rYHI/AAAAAAAABNQ/ZyT3LWBskT0/s1600/DSC_5787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473430497015849074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S_WICZ1rYHI/AAAAAAAABNQ/ZyT3LWBskT0/s400/DSC_5787.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Greg and Dax in their matching Easter Outfits. &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/7596990408249515100-7987790535310058335?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7987790535310058335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=7987790535310058335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/7987790535310058335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/7987790535310058335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/handsome-boys.html' title='Handsome Boys'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S_WKqS5hWII/AAAAAAAABNg/sab2z87IJkA/s72-c/DSC_5785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-1907301159072609971</id><published>2010-04-11T15:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T16:02:48.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Easter Bunny was good to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8JGdzRsseI/AAAAAAAABMc/_Qaf6sIlGe4/s1600/DSC05423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459003176121053666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8JGdzRsseI/AAAAAAAABMc/_Qaf6sIlGe4/s320/DSC05423.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was Daxton's first time doing a real Easter Egg hunt and was very excited about his "nandy" and "Woody Buzz" underwear and Coloring book he got.&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/7596990408249515100-1907301159072609971?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1907301159072609971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=1907301159072609971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/1907301159072609971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/1907301159072609971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-bunny-was-good-to-me.html' title='The Easter Bunny was good to me'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8JGdzRsseI/AAAAAAAABMc/_Qaf6sIlGe4/s72-c/DSC05423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-3204812127160003627</id><published>2010-04-11T15:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T15:42:42.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beep, All Done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; Dax has recently decided that he's not going to take a nap, anymore.  I had tried everything, and it had been 5 days since he'd taken an afternoon nap.  But with him only being 2 and down to 1 nap a day, that was much needed alone time for me that I was NOT willing to just let go.  I know he needed a nap too, because he would fall asleep around 6pm if he didn't nap earlier and then wouldn't go down for the night until midnight.  Not to mention he was SO ornery during the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, after doing some looking around and reading on the internet (don't you just love the web) and talking to my mom, I got the idea to at least have "quiet time" if Dax wasn't going to take a nap.  So I went to the store and bought a cheap baby gate to put in his doorway.  We went home and did his naptime routine.  I put up the baby gate and told him he needed to stay on his bed.  He stood at the gate and cried and screamed for 20 min until he pushed the gate over.  I set it back up and once again he stood at the gate and screamed for me.  Another 20 min went by when I finally decided to try setting a timer.  So I set a timer for just 5 min on my phone and went and showed Dax.  I told him to calm down, wiped his nose, and then explained that he needed to stay in his room and be quiet until the timer beeped and then I would let him out.  I set the phone down on the floor outside the gate, so that he could see it, and there was not a peep from him until the timer beeped!  I went to get him and this is what I found:&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_5458994686033748434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8I-vnPJYdI/AAAAAAAABLs/sNfjyQEW1m0/s320/DSC05386.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&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_5458994289187227618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8I-Yg3kB-I/AAAAAAAABLk/sAjCTEgs7pA/s320/DSC05385.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He had sat at his door staring at the phone through the gate for the whole 5 min!  He was saying, "Beep!  All Done!"  This worked out perfect because Dax now knows that he has to stay in his room until the beep.  And he knows he won't just be trapped in his room for who knows how long.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now he naps every other day and the days he doesn't nap, he gets to turn the light on and play quietly in his room until the beeper goes off.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's wonderful!!  Praise to the timer :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-3204812127160003627?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3204812127160003627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=3204812127160003627' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/3204812127160003627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/3204812127160003627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/beep-all-done.html' title='Beep, All Done!'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8I-vnPJYdI/AAAAAAAABLs/sNfjyQEW1m0/s72-c/DSC05386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-1444285994775085187</id><published>2010-04-05T13:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T13:37:49.467-06:00</updated><title type='text'>April Scrapbooking Workshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S7o6qZdmZvI/AAAAAAAABJk/AKAR4a-5l5A/s1600/DSC05441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456738398576731890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S7o6qZdmZvI/AAAAAAAABJk/AKAR4a-5l5A/s400/DSC05441.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S7o1K41fllI/AAAAAAAABJc/yG5B__QLR0E/s1600/DSC05443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456732359684494930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S7o1K41fllI/AAAAAAAABJc/yG5B__QLR0E/s400/DSC05443.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S7o1Kop379I/AAAAAAAABJU/pqIflBpe0BA/s1600/DSC05442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456732355340791762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S7o1Kop379I/AAAAAAAABJU/pqIflBpe0BA/s400/DSC05442.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This month's Close To My Heart Workshop will be held on &lt;strong&gt;Sat April 17th from 11:00am-2:00pm&lt;/strong&gt;. (If you would like to host your own workshop with friends on another day, that is also an option.  Just let me know).  You will be able to make the &lt;strong&gt;2 two-page layouts and 3 cards&lt;/strong&gt; above for only &lt;strong&gt;$29.95&lt;/strong&gt;!! Included in this cost are the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Veranda Level 2 paper packet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*My Acrylix Follow Your Heart Stamp Set&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Filigree Charms (Pewter flower accents)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Workshop Guide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can also add in addition to this any of the following that you wish:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Mini-Medley Antiqued Copper Accents $4.95&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Just Blooms Spring Blossoms $7.95&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The stamp set that comes with this kit has petals you can make into flowers, so if you do not purchase the Spring Blossoms paper flowers, you can always create some with your stamps to make your layout complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please bring your own adhesive, papercutter, and scissors.  Also, feel free to bring any of the following if you already own them to speed up your assembly process:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Creme Brulee ink pad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cocoa ink pad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tulip ink pad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garden Green ink pad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Acrylix stamping blocks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Please let me know by Monday April 12th if you would like to attend either by email or by posting a comment with your email address and I will contact you with directions and total cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope to see you there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Britney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-1444285994775085187?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1444285994775085187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=1444285994775085187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/1444285994775085187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/1444285994775085187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-scrapbooking-workshop.html' title='April Scrapbooking Workshop'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S7o6qZdmZvI/AAAAAAAABJk/AKAR4a-5l5A/s72-c/DSC05441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-300428611008124400</id><published>2010-04-02T19:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T15:57:00.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Colored Eggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8JEkaHLuTI/AAAAAAAABMU/cqdXLMq5KD8/s1600/DSC05410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459001090601892146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8JEkaHLuTI/AAAAAAAABMU/cqdXLMq5KD8/s320/DSC05410.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8JEkCdIrXI/AAAAAAAABMM/jzzA3DK-l8A/s1600/DSC05408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459001084251516274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8JEkCdIrXI/AAAAAAAABMM/jzzA3DK-l8A/s320/DSC05408.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8JEjSZ67oI/AAAAAAAABME/ilaaX6OwQfc/s1600/DSC05401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459001071353130626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8JEjSZ67oI/AAAAAAAABME/ilaaX6OwQfc/s320/DSC05401.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dax colored Easter eggs for the first time this year and loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8JEi09egdI/AAAAAAAABL8/Renslsidxtw/s1600/DSC05412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459001063449199058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8JEi09egdI/AAAAAAAABL8/Renslsidxtw/s320/DSC05412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Coloring a picture on the egg to resist the dye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8JEiRCs3rI/AAAAAAAABL0/-5vD_NheA3Y/s1600/DSC05416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459001053807435442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8JEiRCs3rI/AAAAAAAABL0/-5vD_NheA3Y/s320/DSC05416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His finished eggs.  Can you tell which one he colored on himself?  Isn't it so cute?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good job buddy!&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/7596990408249515100-300428611008124400?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/300428611008124400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=300428611008124400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/300428611008124400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/300428611008124400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/colored-eggs.html' title='Colored Eggs'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8JEkaHLuTI/AAAAAAAABMU/cqdXLMq5KD8/s72-c/DSC05410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-8893116561752946500</id><published>2010-03-19T14:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T15:20:55.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl's Night Out!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8I6B08bmUI/AAAAAAAABLc/n_y-fjCPUiI/s1600/DSC05373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458989501392853314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8I6B08bmUI/AAAAAAAABLc/n_y-fjCPUiI/s320/DSC05373.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brooke invited Courtney and me out to her family's condo in Park City for a night.  We left late afternoon on the 19th and spent the night.  They brought their little munchkins with them, but I was so excited to get to leave Dax at home with Greg for a fun and much needed break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8I6BLbjhSI/AAAAAAAABLU/KV80d7Ivecs/s1600/DSC05370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458989490249106722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8I6BLbjhSI/AAAAAAAABLU/KV80d7Ivecs/s320/DSC05370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These cute lil ones are only 5 days apart from each other in age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8I6AzSKQNI/AAAAAAAABLM/uFH3XFh49Qc/s1600/DSC05371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458989483767251154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8I6AzSKQNI/AAAAAAAABLM/uFH3XFh49Qc/s320/DSC05371.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8I32dYLWbI/AAAAAAAABLE/fTC5l60O-yU/s1600/DSC05375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458987107064961458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8I32dYLWbI/AAAAAAAABLE/fTC5l60O-yU/s320/DSC05375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went out to dinner that first night and then came home and began our sewing marathon.  Court brought her sewing machine and we each brought fabric to work on something.  Court was coaching Brooke on making a little girl's sun dress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8I32A__WYI/AAAAAAAABK8/pRsLnM_h-A0/s1600/DSC05377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458987099447318914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8I32A__WYI/AAAAAAAABK8/pRsLnM_h-A0/s320/DSC05377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ate junk food, sewed, talked, and laughed the night away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8I31gI2OJI/AAAAAAAABK0/F-vCyn6lWGY/s1600/DSC05378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458987090626099346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8I31gI2OJI/AAAAAAAABK0/F-vCyn6lWGY/s320/DSC05378.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I started on some napkins for my kitchen when I get one again.  Don't you love this fabric!?  I'm totally loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8I31ak5m_I/AAAAAAAABKs/T1eF1HeYFGc/s1600/DSC05381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458987089133149170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8I31ak5m_I/AAAAAAAABKs/T1eF1HeYFGc/s320/DSC05381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We finally called it quits at 2:50am when Court's sewing machine got gummed up and we couldn't figure out how to undo it.  Probably a good thing though or who knows how late we would've actually stayed up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to bed and the next morning we got ready and then headed out to the Tanger Outlets to shop and look around.  It was so sunny, but FREEZING!  The sun was very deceiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterward we headed back to the condo, made some lunch, cleaned up, and then watched "The Time Traveler's Wife" (total flop of a movie in my opinion...doesn't make sense and very unrealistic) before heading out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time went by too fast, but it was so much fun.  Thanks again for having us Brooke!!  It was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8I306nbi6I/AAAAAAAABKk/79reRyxGoks/s1600/DSC05382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458987080553827234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8I306nbi6I/AAAAAAAABKk/79reRyxGoks/s320/DSC05382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/7596990408249515100-8893116561752946500?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8893116561752946500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=8893116561752946500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/8893116561752946500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/8893116561752946500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/girls-night-out.html' title='Girl&apos;s Night Out!!'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8I6B08bmUI/AAAAAAAABLc/n_y-fjCPUiI/s72-c/DSC05373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-7078848543224511925</id><published>2010-02-18T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T14:51:20.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8IzX866FxI/AAAAAAAABKc/CkavgByMLWw/s1600/DSC05359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458982184909674258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8IzX866FxI/AAAAAAAABKc/CkavgByMLWw/s320/DSC05359.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For my Valentine's present Greg surprised me and got us a room with a HUGE jacuzzi tub for an overnighter by ourselves.  It was in Wendover, which took a bit to get there, but was so fun!  He came home from work early yesterday and told me to pack a bag.  He had arranged for Dax to stay the night at my parents' house and as soon as we were all packed up, we dropped Dax off and headed out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We stayed at the Peppermill Hotel.  We checked in and then ran to the store for munchies and for Greg to get some dinner (I had already eaten).  Then back to the hotel.  Greg packed bubble bath, had gotten me my favorite Turtles chocolates, and had borrowed a friend's masseuse book and read up on some massage techniques (I think that was so thoughtful of him) and then gave me the best massage ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was such a great night and so much fun to stay up late, hang out, eat, watch TV, have a full night's sleep, sleep in, and of course just be with my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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_5458982171289580594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8IzXKLn9DI/AAAAAAAABKU/lqviEZYJrW8/s320/DSC05351.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks babe!  Happy Valentine's Day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I LOVE YOU!&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_5458982163402359394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8IzWszKgmI/AAAAAAAABKM/t_pRfxR0158/s320/DSC05346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-7078848543224511925?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7078848543224511925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=7078848543224511925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/7078848543224511925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/7078848543224511925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-my-lover.html' title='I Love My Lover'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8IzX866FxI/AAAAAAAABKc/CkavgByMLWw/s72-c/DSC05359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-1359460014769934104</id><published>2010-02-17T13:34:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T15:27:57.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Bring Me Joy</title><content type='html'>Dear Daxton,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're officially 2 years old now. It's crazy how fast the time has gone by. I remember you being a teeny tiny 6 lbs 13 oz and snuggled up to me with your knees tucked up to your chin. I sure do miss those days of snuggling you while you slept. But those were also tough times too with many sleepless nights due to your colicky-ness. Poor baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're such a big boy. You run around and love to be chased. You come up to me and tug on my leg and say, "Mon, run?" (What you mean is "C'mon, let's run!") You love to jump and spin and be thrown in the air by Daddy. Thanks to grandma and grandpa's vaulted ceiling, he can get you up there pretty high, but it sure makes me nervous. You're at the age where you don't stop moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are getting much more into watching Disney and cartoon movies, which I am loving. Cause if I have to listen to the music on another blasted Baby Einstein movie again...I'm just loving that there's a variety, we'll keep it at that. Your favorites lately have been "Meet the Robinson's", "The Incredibles", "A Bug's Life", and "Nemo" if that's all that's around. You especially love any movie with a baby in it (which is why you love the first three listed) and will watch the first 20 min of "Tarzan" because of this, but then want to turn it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are obsessed with babies lately. And it's a good thing we don't have another one, or you'd probably maul the poor thing. I'd have to be on you like a hawk. You love your baby cousin Peyton and your friend Lincoln's little brother Carter. You're always wanting to hold the baby (which you're not the best at yet) and give lots of kisses and loves. You are totally enamored by their tiny-ness. You like to pretend you have a baby in your tummy and I'll catch you putting things down your shirt and patting your tummy saying, "Baby?" Like the little conductor that goes in the train at Nana's house. You'll walk around with his little head peeking out of the collar of your shirt and patting your belly saying "baby, baby." I'm still trying to teach you that I don't have two babies in my chest and that that's just mommy. A bump is a bump, right? I can see how that could be confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to take baths and have ever since you were tiny enough to take them in the bathroom sink. You especially love bubbles. That's something we can be sure to bribe you with when we need you to take just one more bite of your dinner. You are fascinated with bubbles. I was putting my contacts in one day and you saw me put it onto my finger. Your eyes got real big and you shouted, "Bubble!" You saw me put it into my eye and now you point to anyone's eyes and say "Bubbles?" because you think everyone puts contacts into their eyes. You even like to dip your fingers in the solution left in the contact case (after I've put the contact into my eye) and you rub it over your closed eyelids as if putting contacts in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a big helper around the house. You love the vacuum and the broom. You love to rinse your dish and put it in the sink after you've eaten and help to unload the dishwasher. You especially LOVE helping with "oneen" (laundry), probably because it involves pushing buttons. I'll definately be sure to remind you of how much you love to do chores and help out when you get older and try to tell me you don't want to, or "it's boring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to be outside. You love to swing and slide and run and get dirty. You love animals and especially when they're outside! You love going with mom to Pine Needles to pick out fabric, but only because you know you get to feed the ducks afterward. Those ducks sure are little piggies. A couple times I've had to scoop you up and hold you because they start nipping at your hands if you don't have more food for them. But that doesn't keep you from going back to visit. You love ducks. The other day a duck was in grandma and grandpa's yard and got stuck down in Mom and Dad's bedroom window well. It quacked and flapped around all day trying to get out. Later when uncle Nate jumped down in there and lifted him out, you followed him across the yard, down the sidewalk and across the driveway of the place he belongs and just about tried to squeeze through the fence after him, but luckily I caught you before getting your head stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're talking more and more each day and it's become so nice when you can tell me what is wrong or what you want. There's still times where I can't understand you and it makes me laugh because you are so adament with the same word. You look at me like I'm stupid or can't hear you and repeat it over and over. This usually leads to a fit, which you've become pretty good at throwing lately. We're working with you though to settle down and look us in the eye and say what it is you want, or have you take us by the hand and show us. Like at Nana's house. There is something there that you call "bodo" and you even try to sign it! You turn your palms outward and clap the backs of your hands together and say "bodo". We still haven't figured out what this is. You're starting to speak in short sentences, usually only two words together at a time, and are doing very well at saying your prayers. You love to say "amen" and it makes church difficult sometimes because you think it's time to go after each "amen." With there being a couple prayers and several talks, lots of "amens" are said and it is very confusing to you. Especially during testimony meeting! You make us laugh and keep us on our toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have become so much better about going to sleep for naps and at night. Usually if we stick to our routine you do just fine. We give you a bath, put your jammies on, read a book or two, and then say prayers. After prayers you turn on your music and then turn off the light before climbing into bed. Daddy has taught you that there are many ways to turn off the light (with your head, foot, elbow, or even your bum) that are much more fun than just with your hand, and these different ways always make you giggle. When you climb into bed we cover you up and then have to find every tag on the blankets on your bed (I dunno what it is about these tags, but you are fascinated with them). This is sometimes frustrating as your favorite blanket (the airplane one) has the smallest of all tags. Often times I'll miss it while running my fingers around the edge of it in the dark and find myself going around the blanket two or three times before finding it. But once we've found the tags, I don't usually make it all the way through "Winkle" (the "twinkle twinkle little star" song) before you're telling me "nuh night" and rolling over to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always wanna be going "buh-bye" and ask me this just about every morning after you wake up. You are a busy body just like your dad and always wanting to be moving around or on the run to somewhere new. Maybe this is why you've done ok adjusting with all the moving around we've done in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things you're into lately: Trains, playing with friends, blocks, books, having your back tickled, movies, babies, oranges, fruit snacks, crackers, and "choc-lic" (chocolate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things you don't care so much for: Being left with a babysitter, sitting and eating a meal (you'd rather snack throughout the day while on the go), vegetables--except for green beans, and breaded foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the potty training yesterday with you and things have been going pretty well. We've still got a long road ahead of us I'm sure. But you have been doing surprisingly well with it only being your second day. You've only had 2 accidents, and we're trying to get you to do ALL potty in the toilet, not just peeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're growing up so fast and we love you so much! You are such a light in our lives and always making us smile. It's fun to watch you grow and change and be there for all the funny things you do and your reactions to new things. I sure love kissing those cheeks and hearing you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv You, roni bug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-1359460014769934104?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1359460014769934104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=1359460014769934104' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/1359460014769934104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/1359460014769934104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-bring-me-joy.html' title='You Bring Me Joy'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-8244638306700225859</id><published>2010-02-14T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:25:30.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning 2 is Tough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S3sfMpfhgzI/AAAAAAAABIg/Slc0Z7XKvVc/s1600-h/DSC05295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438975277136970546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S3sfMpfhgzI/AAAAAAAABIg/Slc0Z7XKvVc/s320/DSC05295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daxton, today you turned 2 years old! You sure had a rough day. The above picture is about the only smile we got out of you all day (and this was after much coaxing). You woke up ornery, crying and whining at about 7:30 am and were much that way throughout the entire day. I sure don't know what was wrong with you. You wouldn't stay in nursery by yourself and after church Daddy tried to take you out back to swing and see if that'd cheer you up, but your swing got the best of you and left you with a nice little shiner below your left eye. Mommy put you down for a nap afterward, and you woke up just 45 min later crying and ornery, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-81bc9134d397c934" 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.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D81bc9134d397c934%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D34B750AFA0656EC03AD51FFD7EFE41330C182992.FFD2A87B2673AB40798CB769BB9B77909BE17AD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D81bc9134d397c934%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DO48LBN4IUdFwpPK4b0r1Buc0FQo&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.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D81bc9134d397c934%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D34B750AFA0656EC03AD51FFD7EFE41330C182992.FFD2A87B2673AB40798CB769BB9B77909BE17AD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D81bc9134d397c934%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DO48LBN4IUdFwpPK4b0r1Buc0FQo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so funny how you say you're "two" now when we ask how old you are. You sharply say, "Two!" and slam out your hand like you're telling someone to stop, while holding up all 5 fingers. Haven't gotten down the fingers yet.&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_5438975262303405826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S3sfLyO7RwI/AAAAAAAABIY/DMSshIAhuLk/s320/DSC05290.JPG" /&gt;You're really into trains lately...especially the ones that are held together by magnets. So I came up with the idea to make your cake into a mountain with a train coming down it. Daddy got all excited when I told him the plans for your cake and helped with all the construction. It was all we could do to keep you away from pulling the train off until after you blew out the candles.&lt;br /&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_5438975256799429554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S3sfLdurQ7I/AAAAAAAABIQ/e_UD00xTgKo/s320/DSC05325.JPG" /&gt;You were so funny opening presents. You'd rip off tiny bits at a time and it took quite a while to open all of your gifts. You sure got spoiled!&lt;br /&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_5438975240764458930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S3sfKh_pB7I/AAAAAAAABII/r9ijSdwhSko/s320/DSC05317.JPG" /&gt;Nana and Papa got you this remote control car, Great Grandma B gave you some money, Grandma and Grandpa got you a T-ball set to play outside with, Aunt Courtney and Uncle Joe got you a plastic golf set, Uncle Jason and Aunt Monica got you your very first Hotwheels, your friend Lincoln gave you a Digger and some alphabet magnets to go on the fridge, and Mom and Dad gave you some books and some clothes.&lt;br /&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_5438975227702116642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S3sfJxVVgSI/AAAAAAAABIA/hk5AwYoj8_Y/s320/DSC05340.JPG" /&gt;As soon as Lincoln arrived, you wouldn't do anything else as long as he wasn't right there doing it with you (he even had to help you open the remainder of your presents). You sure love your friend. You still haven't quite gotten down how to blow, but are real good at blowing your nose because you blow air out of your nose when we tell you to blow. Good thing the candles were on the portion of the cake that didn't get cut into ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday, Dax!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sure love you.&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/7596990408249515100-8244638306700225859?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=81bc9134d397c934&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8244638306700225859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=8244638306700225859' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/8244638306700225859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/8244638306700225859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/turning-2-is-tough.html' title='Turning 2 is Tough'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S3sfMpfhgzI/AAAAAAAABIg/Slc0Z7XKvVc/s72-c/DSC05295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-2167521413969264175</id><published>2010-02-01T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T14:34:52.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The 14 Days of Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8Iuk4nWYVI/AAAAAAAABKE/LKBNPfLfBgs/s1600/DSC05285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458976909534060882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8Iuk4nWYVI/AAAAAAAABKE/LKBNPfLfBgs/s400/DSC05285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For Greg's Valentine's present this year I decided to get creative and did the 14 Days of Valentine's for him (after getting the idea from a friend who got it from a friend).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is day 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Greg loved it and was so excited every day to see what that day would bring.  Feel free to use this idea for next year :)  Here's Greg's 14 Days of Valentine's that he received:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1:&lt;/strong&gt;  One picture perfect child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day2:&lt;/strong&gt;  Two glasses of bubbly and my 2 hands to massage your tired back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3:&lt;/strong&gt;  Three reasons to stay in with me tonight (Redbox movie-one he's been wanting to see, treats, and drinks).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 4:&lt;/strong&gt;  Four of your favorite treats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 5:  &lt;/strong&gt;Five things for a great date (Greg has been working late hours, so we got 2 take out lunches, 2 drinks, and played a couple games of "Skip-Bo" while eating).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 6:  &lt;/strong&gt;This one's a secret ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 7:  &lt;/strong&gt;Seven reasons you're the best Dad.  (I printed up a letter with the reasons and added pictures of Greg and Dax throughout the years).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 8:&lt;/strong&gt;  Eternity.  (I gave Greg a framed picture of us on our wedding day and wrote a letter to him telling him some of my favorite memories from that day).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 9:&lt;/strong&gt;  Nine cupcakes for my cupcake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 10:&lt;/strong&gt;  Ten things I love about you (on post-its stuck to the inside of his car windshield).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 11:&lt;/strong&gt;  Eleven Hugs and Kisses (Hershey's of course--placed in the shape of a heart).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 12:&lt;/strong&gt;  A dozen of my favorite memories we've had together. (Sent in an email).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 13:&lt;/strong&gt;  Thirteen ways to say I love you.  (I put "13 ways to say..." on our screensaver and then put "I Love You" in 13 languages on post-its around the screen).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 14:&lt;/strong&gt;  Happy Valentine's Day!  (It was a Sunday-and we had Daxton's b-day party that night, so after church I made him his favorite lunch--turkey bacon and avocado sandwiches with Baked Lay's chips- and had made a crossword puzzle for him to do while he ate his lunch).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you Greg!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-2167521413969264175?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2167521413969264175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=2167521413969264175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/2167521413969264175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/2167521413969264175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/14-days-of-valentines-day.html' title='The 14 Days of Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8Iuk4nWYVI/AAAAAAAABKE/LKBNPfLfBgs/s72-c/DSC05285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-6437285037167905326</id><published>2010-01-30T14:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T14:20:47.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;With it being a new year, I try to take advantage of accomplishing some goals.  I had them all written up a week before the big day of Jan 1st so I could pump myself up to start working on them.  There are quite a few, but they're GOALS, not MUSTS.  And, I have an entire year to work on them!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some of them:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mommy goals:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*  &lt;/strong&gt;Potty train Dax&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;  Get prego with our 2nd child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;  Spend more one on one time with Dax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;  Plan entertaining as well as educational activities for Dax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;  Become better at planning out and preparing meals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wife goals:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;  Keep up on our blog (try to keep it fairly up-to-date).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;  Send out Christmas cards/letters this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;  Go on weekly date nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Physical goals:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;  Exercise at least 3 times a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;  Run 2-3 short races, each 5 miles or less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;  Get more sleep...get to bed earlier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Intellectual:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;  Read at least 3 books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;  Learn a new skill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;  Become a better cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Spiritual:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;  Read the entire Book of Mormon on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;  Start and keep a journal again (I used to be so good at this up until I met Greg...shame on me).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;  Attend the temple at least once a month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creative:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;  Finish Daxton's baby scrapbook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;  Start teaching scrapbooking workshops again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;  Finish Guatemala scrapbook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;  Make crafts for 3 different holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So there ya have it.  I'm doing this for myself cause I wanna look back at the end of the year and see how well I've done at accomplishing them.  Some goals are more private, so I haven't posted them, but this is most of them.  You can do it, Brit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-6437285037167905326?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6437285037167905326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=6437285037167905326' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/6437285037167905326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/6437285037167905326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolutions-2010.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions 2010'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-5115983210806156344</id><published>2010-01-28T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T14:15:58.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquarium Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8IsXVokQ0I/AAAAAAAABJ8/BIeeoTob_Jg/s1600/DSC05281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458974477782369090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8IsXVokQ0I/AAAAAAAABJ8/BIeeoTob_Jg/s320/DSC05281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just after Dax turned 1yr old, we bought an annual pass to The Living Planet Aquarium.  He's free as long as he's under 2, so really the pass was for me.  We went once, but he was a little young to thoroughly enjoy it, and then we moved to California.  With his second birthday approaching, I thought we'd better go at least once more to make it worth our money.  So we met up with Daxton's buddy Lincoln and his mom Brooke.&lt;br /&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_5458974466370725090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8IsWrH0ZOI/AAAAAAAABJ0/dfSfZCQCEHc/s320/DSC05280.JPG" /&gt;Dax liked it a lot more this time around and loved running around and pressing buttons.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I think the flash was too bright for Linc, he kept squinting.  But at least he held still long enough to look at the camera.  Come on Dax!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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_5458974457584623202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8IsWKZDHmI/AAAAAAAABJs/avOgAVgVEcc/s320/DSC05279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They touched the sting rays in the water, got all wet, ran around, and laughed at the electric eel shocking his food. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks for joining us Linc and Brooke!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-5115983210806156344?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5115983210806156344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=5115983210806156344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/5115983210806156344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/5115983210806156344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/aquarium-fun.html' title='Aquarium Fun'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S8IsXVokQ0I/AAAAAAAABJ8/BIeeoTob_Jg/s72-c/DSC05281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-6303355424301674542</id><published>2009-12-31T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T14:03:09.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ringing in the New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; On New Year's Eve we (Greg, Dax and I) went up to a friend's family cabin in Oakley.  We played games, the boys played in the snow, and we munched prior to ringing in the New Year.  Dax loved playing in the snow and riding on the snow mobiles.  Early in the day the boys rigged up a home-made rowboat to the snowmobiles in attempt to make it into a sled.  So from then on, Dax called the snow mobiles "boats".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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_5432639030396996786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2Scai-8TLI/AAAAAAAABGg/e4yMjk4EQaI/s320/DSC05232.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Greg trying to make a cover for the boat out of plastic while Dax and I watched from inside where it was warm :) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432639026084117410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2ScaS6q-6I/AAAAAAAABGY/sstylmBOByA/s320/DSC05234.JPG" /&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_5432639019063012562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2ScZ4wtbNI/AAAAAAAABGQ/Yi7C_ULDdbg/s320/DSC05249.JPG" /&gt;The gang we partied with&lt;br /&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_5432639010254770482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2ScZX8qUTI/AAAAAAAABGI/FHiTre5XfLM/s320/DSC05241.JPG" /&gt;Just after ringing in the New Year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We went to bed about 1:00 am (or I should say we retired to our rooms at that time) and then were up for at least another hour talking, joking, and laughing with friends.  Good times!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-6303355424301674542?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6303355424301674542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=6303355424301674542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/6303355424301674542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/6303355424301674542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/ringing-in-new-year.html' title='Ringing in the New Year'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2Scai-8TLI/AAAAAAAABGg/e4yMjk4EQaI/s72-c/DSC05232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-3384966728251904079</id><published>2009-12-27T12:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T13:47:48.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Party after The Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chantel and Carl came into town late on Christmas night. So we celebrated with our family all together on Sunday. We went to church at my parents ward and and then began the festivities at my parents house afterward which included a nice ham dinner and then exchanging gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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_5432621055451636402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2SMERGAorI/AAAAAAAABGA/Kd8jdZEICZI/s320/DSC05211.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Chantel and Carl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432621046465678866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2SMDvnlzhI/AAAAAAAABF4/qiO27TVUDRY/s320/DSC05212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432621031301348882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2SMC3IIfhI/AAAAAAAABFw/pJvnbWtnVj8/s320/DSC05215.JPG" /&gt;Court with her sleeping angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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_5432621021011039746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2SMCQyu1gI/AAAAAAAABFo/q27xPzFRvUQ/s320/DSC05216.JPG" /&gt;Dax got even more trains from Aunt Court and Uncle Joe!&lt;br /&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_5432619091433600130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2SKR8jntII/AAAAAAAABFg/BNYi1WNLq28/s320/DSC05220.JPG" /&gt;Jax and Crew&lt;br /&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_5432619071952931554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2SKQz_ESuI/AAAAAAAABFY/QvVDKsivp48/s320/DSC05224.JPG" /&gt;Me opening my fabulous coat from Ashley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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_5432619063302629682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2SKQTwrKTI/AAAAAAAABFQ/A_NiDMK4-rs/s320/DSC05228.JPG" /&gt;Ashley helping Dax put together his train. (Ryan is to the left of her...he managed to stay out of every picture this year! So this is as good of a picture of him as I have, darnit!)&lt;br /&gt;&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_5432619057648872594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2SKP-strJI/AAAAAAAABFI/LVwgK04Z5as/s320/DSC05229.JPG" /&gt;Chantel and sleepy Milo&lt;br /&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_5432619046938085746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2SKPWzECXI/AAAAAAAABFA/qDpLd7jEQl4/s320/DSC05230.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Grandma B came over too. Jax is so funny and asked her why she has tubes in her nose (she's on oxygen) and Grandma B said that they help her to breathe. Jax replied, "I don't need tubes in my nose cause I can breathe good. See?" and then he took a big deep breath in through his nose. Ha! It was so much fun to be together and to have Chantel and Carl in town. Dax really loved having Milo follow him around and making him laugh. What a cutie he is! Our family sure is growing! I remember talking about the day when we'd all be married with kids and how big our family would be. It's already here...well only partially, and it's already so big!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love spending the holidays with family.&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/7596990408249515100-3384966728251904079?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3384966728251904079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=3384966728251904079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/3384966728251904079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/3384966728251904079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/party-after-party.html' title='The Party after The Party'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2SMERGAorI/AAAAAAAABGA/Kd8jdZEICZI/s72-c/DSC05211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-2243892110692475764</id><published>2009-12-26T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T13:46:18.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Greg and Dax built a giant tower with his new blocks. They used every single block and built it as tall as they could while keeping it standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432616176185520322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2SHoQaUMMI/AAAAAAAABE4/s_Af6hNkXmw/s320/DSC05208.JPG" /&gt;Dax had to put some finishing touches on it...&lt;br /&gt;&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_5432616166818557906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2SHnthDr9I/AAAAAAAABEw/2qCIo1Om00w/s320/DSC05209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then, Ta-Da! All finished. At least we know if Dax didn't care for his blocks, his daddy would make good use of them and enjoy them :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-2243892110692475764?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2243892110692475764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=2243892110692475764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/2243892110692475764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/2243892110692475764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/whoa.html' title='Whoa...'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2SHoQaUMMI/AAAAAAAABE4/s_Af6hNkXmw/s72-c/DSC05208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-6470236720073153638</id><published>2009-12-25T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T13:44:25.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2SElQeQyjI/AAAAAAAABEo/Z3-A_br2lVM/s1600-h/DSC05126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432612826127583794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2SElQeQyjI/AAAAAAAABEo/Z3-A_br2lVM/s320/DSC05126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MERRY CHRISTMAS! We started the morning off by opening presents at the in-laws.&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_5432612178967166034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2SD_lnMfFI/AAAAAAAABEg/1nxPfTJcnDw/s320/DSC05134.JPG" /&gt;&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_5432612170974840018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2SD_H1rRNI/AAAAAAAABEY/u_z9707OP7w/s320/DSC05139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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_5432612160909612530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2SD-iV8FfI/AAAAAAAABEQ/gxqluaq4UrU/s320/DSC05144.JPG" /&gt;Dax opened and loved the blocks that we had spent the past couple days (all day long) making for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2SD-Pl5OjI/AAAAAAAABEI/oi7xAYnwItA/s1600-h/DSC05145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432612155876260402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2SD-Pl5OjI/AAAAAAAABEI/oi7xAYnwItA/s320/DSC05145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First set of tools!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we headed over to my parents' house to spend the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2SD9Z9dTxI/AAAAAAAABEA/ke1JXGYPERI/s1600-h/DSC05148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432612141479579410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2SD9Z9dTxI/AAAAAAAABEA/ke1JXGYPERI/s320/DSC05148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2SCFE6j_nI/AAAAAAAABD4/UqqGyfb-moQ/s1600-h/DSC05163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432610074245987954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2SCFE6j_nI/AAAAAAAABD4/UqqGyfb-moQ/s320/DSC05163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a cheesy grin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2SCEqeCiWI/AAAAAAAABDw/E3f6Jm53g9g/s1600-h/DSC05154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432610067147032930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2SCEqeCiWI/AAAAAAAABDw/E3f6Jm53g9g/s320/DSC05154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2SCEDADPPI/AAAAAAAABDo/nSACmnSvTbw/s1600-h/DSC05169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432610056552266994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2SCEDADPPI/AAAAAAAABDo/nSACmnSvTbw/s320/DSC05169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dax got a magnetic Thomas train from Nana and Papa in his stocking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2SCDm82nZI/AAAAAAAABDg/x-LGH1azcSI/s1600-h/DSC05176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432610049022664082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2SCDm82nZI/AAAAAAAABDg/x-LGH1azcSI/s320/DSC05176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And some more blocks from Nana and Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2SCDCFQkiI/AAAAAAAABDY/iUu6G1kLJ_Y/s1600-h/DSC05180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432610039125807650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2SCDCFQkiI/AAAAAAAABDY/iUu6G1kLJ_Y/s320/DSC05180.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had to try 'em out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2R_7G4cKSI/AAAAAAAABDQ/V9DDstlFm7s/s1600-h/DSC05190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432607703952009506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2R_7G4cKSI/AAAAAAAABDQ/V9DDstlFm7s/s320/DSC05190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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_5432607693947891506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2R_6hnRbzI/AAAAAAAABDI/UHgo7uQeUKw/s320/DSC05192.JPG" /&gt;My parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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_5432607686968533394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2R_6HnQ4ZI/AAAAAAAABDA/jNSsEA6WPuw/s320/DSC05193.JPG" /&gt;Court, Joe, and my cute niece Peyton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432607680251244338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2R_5ulvLzI/AAAAAAAABC4/GzfXJNa26sg/s320/DSC05195.JPG" /&gt;Our little family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Notice Dax is in his jammies again...his new pants were chafing his legs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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_5432607671632168882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2R_5Oeyh7I/AAAAAAAABCw/9gb9T-u4wPk/s320/DSC05201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful Christmas it was! We were sure spoiled by our families this year. Dax has more toys than he knows what to do with and his birthday is just around the corner! Guess you know what that means...he'll be getting lots of clothes ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-6470236720073153638?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6470236720073153638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=6470236720073153638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/6470236720073153638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/6470236720073153638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-day-2009.html' title='Christmas Day 2009'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S2SElQeQyjI/AAAAAAAABEo/Z3-A_br2lVM/s72-c/DSC05126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-2929743751453135836</id><published>2009-12-24T21:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T13:45:36.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twas the Night Before Christmas (2009)</title><content type='html'>We spent Christmas Eve this year with Greg's family. It all began with their traditional "finger food dinner in the living room." Which, although it was pretty squishy this year, was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S0QYBaGLjaI/AAAAAAAABCg/UuQh-rRB23Q/s1600-h/DSC05064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423486263725100450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S0QYBaGLjaI/AAAAAAAABCg/UuQh-rRB23Q/s400/DSC05064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, next came "family planning" for the following year and planning our next family vacation. Then, onto opening presents! Everyone would be in and out at different times on Christmas day this year, so all the married families opened their gifts from Don and Marianne and then we did the sibling exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423485105311523906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S0QW9-q3JEI/AAAAAAAABCY/T398k3iHiec/s400/DSC05094.JPG" /&gt; Daxton opening a gift from Kyleena...a bowling set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S0QW9S_jxBI/AAAAAAAABCQ/NJfSDN2q5YA/s1600-h/DSC05080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423485093587174418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S0QW9S_jxBI/AAAAAAAABCQ/NJfSDN2q5YA/s400/DSC05080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the first year in quite some time that the entire family was able to be there together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year for the parents' present, each of us got our family's pictures taken and Alyssa made picture frames in her woods class at school. We put together a collage of all the pictures onto a big piece of plywood and wrapped it. They loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423485087225595842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S0QW87S1x8I/AAAAAAAABCI/3YC1HK_rPwk/s400/DSC05100.JPG" /&gt;Greg and I opening our gift from the siblings...Super Mario Bros for the Wii!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423485083926061266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S0QW8vAK4NI/AAAAAAAABCA/4xAMAlbMjG8/s400/DSC05117.JPG" /&gt;(Sorry, this picture is a little blurry.) Daxton LOVES having other kids his age around and to play with. He was crazy about his cousin Kyleena (who he hasn't seen since they were both infants) the minute she walked in the door and kept trying to hug her and play with her. She didn't want much to do with poor Dax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423486274570453010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S0QYCCf6gBI/AAAAAAAABCo/tthSSnldhec/s400/DSC05121.JPG" /&gt;But she warmed up to him really quickly :) Kissing cousins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(No prompting, whatsoever, was done for this picture! Cute!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423485073499583186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S0QW8IKTctI/AAAAAAAABB4/zjUih-fF_J4/s400/DSC05122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One of my favorite family traditions growing up was to open pajamas on Christmas Eve. So I've brought this tradition into my own little family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now off to bed to await Santa's arrival!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-2929743751453135836?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2929743751453135836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=2929743751453135836' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/2929743751453135836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/2929743751453135836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/twas-night-before-christmas.html' title='Twas the Night Before Christmas (2009)'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/S0QYBaGLjaI/AAAAAAAABCg/UuQh-rRB23Q/s72-c/DSC05064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-4691955572268573743</id><published>2009-12-22T16:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T16:43:45.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa's Workshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SzFX9ULRSgI/AAAAAAAABBw/Lxj8Ayxj1SY/s1600-h/DSC05052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418208537603033602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SzFX9ULRSgI/AAAAAAAABBw/Lxj8Ayxj1SY/s400/DSC05052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Santa's busy making Daxton some blocks for Christmas this year.  Cutting it close, I know.  Hopefully we can get them done in time for the big day!  The sleigh's gonna be extra heavy this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418208530974021186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SzFX87eylkI/AAAAAAAABBo/I7Z-o8Fc_Xo/s400/DSC05046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418208524579122290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SzFX8jqILHI/AAAAAAAABBg/xT9SWQ3fGHM/s400/DSC05050.JPG" /&gt;My job is to stain the blocks after the edges have been rounded.  Hopefully we can stay warm long enough to finish.  Wish us luck!&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/7596990408249515100-4691955572268573743?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4691955572268573743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=4691955572268573743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/4691955572268573743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/4691955572268573743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/santas-workshop.html' title='Santa&apos;s Workshop'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SzFX9ULRSgI/AAAAAAAABBw/Lxj8Ayxj1SY/s72-c/DSC05052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-859477634275821341</id><published>2009-12-20T17:13:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:13:14.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...and a Partridge in a Pear Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sy6-glzCw6I/AAAAAAAABA0/tld-J0g1f4U/s1600-h/DSC05040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417476868884579234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sy6-glzCw6I/AAAAAAAABA0/tld-J0g1f4U/s400/DSC05040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, so it's not a Partridge.  Meet "Tiki" a Sun Conure.  She's the funniest bird and Dax absolutely LOVES her.  He belongs to his Aunt Monica and Uncle Jason.  He met her for the first time this month and really enjoyed feeding her and letting her climb on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sy6-gbC0H3I/AAAAAAAABAs/9RgCVcOYHtY/s1600-h/DSC05038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417476865997938546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sy6-gbC0H3I/AAAAAAAABAs/9RgCVcOYHtY/s400/DSC05038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dax loves birdies.  The video below is kinda long, so be prepared.  And don't worry, Dax didn't get it too bad there in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9a165c83785b0456" 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://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9a165c83785b0456%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D650927E6A6C6C806CF3E5B9F60CCDFE83A659F88.78ACD8256B17FB56D56B76EC7D5C181D0D7E1074%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9a165c83785b0456%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dj44epR1vZUU8pYkngZnOkRE_Ptc&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://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9a165c83785b0456%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D650927E6A6C6C806CF3E5B9F60CCDFE83A659F88.78ACD8256B17FB56D56B76EC7D5C181D0D7E1074%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9a165c83785b0456%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dj44epR1vZUU8pYkngZnOkRE_Ptc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&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/7596990408249515100-859477634275821341?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9a165c83785b0456&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/859477634275821341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=859477634275821341' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/859477634275821341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/859477634275821341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-partridge-in-pear-tree.html' title='...and a Partridge in a Pear Tree'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sy6-glzCw6I/AAAAAAAABA0/tld-J0g1f4U/s72-c/DSC05040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-6598253695602278428</id><published>2009-12-20T16:43:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T17:12:28.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Christmas Without SUGAR COOKIES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sy64iUIwyRI/AAAAAAAABAk/GCiaNQHHm1A/s1600-h/DSC05037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417470301433809170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sy64iUIwyRI/AAAAAAAABAk/GCiaNQHHm1A/s400/DSC05037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the beginning of this month, Greg's Mom's side of the family got together for a family night of cookie decorating and chowder eating.  Mmmm was it good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417470295292378770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sy64h9Qh_pI/AAAAAAAABAc/WYDmGoy_jQ8/s400/DSC05035.JPG" /&gt;The gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417470289384735938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sy64hnQChMI/AAAAAAAABAU/4OTXFHkGtnc/s400/DSC05033.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dax enjoyed decorating the cookie (shows on his face!) and then licking it all off...rarely would he take an actual bite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417470278766170674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sy64g_sYEjI/AAAAAAAABAM/zVWczIy_ddo/s400/DSC05029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417470273336598482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sy64grd3X9I/AAAAAAAABAE/nUdQoY_Fd1w/s400/DSC05036.JPG" /&gt;These particular cookies (decorated by Alyssa) are DELICIOUS!  This recipe all began when my Aunt Julie was making sugar cookies one time and made a mistake by mixing two different recipes together.  She ended up adding sour cream, but later was very grateful for the mistake as these are the softest, best sugar cookies ever!  It's now a family favorite of ours and my mom makes them for all occasions.  Feel free to try 'em out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sugar Cookies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup margarine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Cream together, then add:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 beaten eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 tsp vanilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup sour cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Mix well, then add:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 1/2 cups flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 tsp baking soda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tsp baking powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Mix well.  Chill for at least 1/2 hour.  Roll out 1/8" thick and cut into shapes.  Bake at 375 for 10 min.  Frost if desired.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frosting:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup (1 stick) margarine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tsp vanilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 1/2 cups powdered sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dash of salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 Tbsp evaporated milk or enough to make it easy to spread.  Can substitute regular milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Mix and add a few drops of food coloring of your choice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&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/7596990408249515100-6598253695602278428?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6598253695602278428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=6598253695602278428' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/6598253695602278428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/6598253695602278428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-not-christmas-without-sugar-cookies.html' title='It&apos;s Not Christmas Without SUGAR COOKIES!'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sy64iUIwyRI/AAAAAAAABAk/GCiaNQHHm1A/s72-c/DSC05037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-4724397324000782061</id><published>2009-11-27T12:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T13:20:45.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>We packed up and headed out Tuesday morning to Medford, Oregon to be with Greg's dad's parents and family.  Jason and Monica rode along with us and it was such a pretty drive.  When we got into Oregon we had to slow way down and got to creep along through a cattle drive.  So cool, but made me a little nervous.  Didn't want any of those cows or bulls to charge into our car, so we made sure to keep a crawling pace.  Everything went well, aside from poor Monica getting car sick and Dax getting fussy after being in the car for that long, and12 hours later we arrived in Medford and settled into our hotel for the night.  We hung out those first couple days and then on Thanksgiving morning we woke up to this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408871186285725202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SxArr75oBhI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/-wTaEIia-Lk/s400/DSC05003.JPG" /&gt;Daxton with an ear full of blood!  I worried that maybe his eardrum burst in the night, but fortunately that wasn't the case with no blood coming from inside his ear.  I washed his ear out and it turned out that he had just scratched it with his fingernails and it bled a lot.  But that didn't keep him from being happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408869647541635186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SxAqSXociHI/AAAAAAAAA_I/EsFh9qJQcsg/s400/DSC05006.JPG" /&gt; He was ready for Turkey!  We got cleaned up and dressed and head over to Grandma and Grandpa's to help out in getting food prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408869644441631730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SxAqSMFWO_I/AAAAAAAAA_A/JRNudrFah3k/s400/DSC05009.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Dax helping Alyssa mix a coconut sauce that goes over the rolls.  Mmmm!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408869634617283026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SxAqRnfCkdI/AAAAAAAAA-4/UFvm5dWfUuA/s400/DSC05015.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408869628696173874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SxAqRRbVnTI/AAAAAAAAA-w/cyPt0csohXI/s400/DSC05022.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The kids: Kim, me, Greg, Nathan, cousin Crystal, Alyssa, Dax, Karianne, Jason, Monica, and Ken.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408869620555213762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SxAqQzGYa8I/AAAAAAAAA-o/6-QXNcypN9I/s400/DSC05024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The adults:  Kathy and Bob (Don's cousin and husband), Grandma and Grandpa, Diane (Don's sister), Marianne, Don, Devan (oops, he didn't jump in the kid picture.  Son of Kathy and Bob), Alyssa and Bob.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We ate yummy smoked Turkey, ham, yams, "grandpa's green goop" (aka green jello with pineapple and whipped cream), cranberries, potatoes and gravy, stuffing, rolls, and veggies.  Then for dessert grandpa had a stash of Amaretto that Karianne graciously accepted and used to make Amaretto bread pudding.  Grandpa was a little bummed that we didn't drink to help empty out his liquor cabinet.  Ha!  Then it was on to visiting, and while our food settled the boys busted out Rock Band on X-Box and jammed while others planned out where they would be heading and what to pick up on the Black Friday Sales.  Fortunately I didn't have to participate as I have a little one to watch.  Greg was able to get out of waking up at 3am and so the 3 of us had a wonderful night's sleep and were able to sleep in until 9am!  Even Daxton slept in until then!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;What a fun Thanksgiving and it was fun to be here with so many people and to meet new family.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-4724397324000782061?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4724397324000782061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=4724397324000782061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/4724397324000782061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/4724397324000782061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SxArr75oBhI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/-wTaEIia-Lk/s72-c/DSC05003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-669861869704750218</id><published>2009-11-26T19:48:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:18:38.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much to be Thankful for</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Thanksgiving holiday always makes me stop and think, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;"What am I thankful for?"&lt;/span&gt; I really want to try to recognize every day all that I have been blessed with. Today especially, I realize &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has given me so much and for that I am grateful for ALL my blessings. First and foremost I am so grateful to have God in my life and to belong to &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and to have the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;gospel&lt;/span&gt; in my life. I am grateful to get to ride this crazy rollercoaster called "life" with my best friend, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;my husband&lt;/span&gt;, who is so loving, caring, hard-working and an extraordinary father to our little boy. I love you for ALWAYS, Greg! I am also extremely grateful to be blessed with a beautiful, healthy &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;little boy&lt;/span&gt; for who I get the opportunity &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;to be a mother&lt;/span&gt; to and raise and watch grow. I never knew I could love someone this way or this much! I am grateful for the laughter, patience, and love he brings into my life. I am grateful for my &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt;. I am grateful for loving&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;parents&lt;/span&gt; who have raised me and helped me to become the person I am today. I am grateful for my&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;siblings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and our close friendships and relationships we have with each other. I am grateful to be able &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;to marry into a wonderful family&lt;/span&gt; as well and for their always making me feel so welcome and "part of the family." I am grateful for all my friendships I've made throughout my life and those that have called me their friend. I love you my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;!! I am grateful for my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;health&lt;/span&gt;, my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;knowledge&lt;/span&gt;, my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;experiences&lt;/span&gt; in this life and for all the many experiences and memories to come! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-669861869704750218?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/669861869704750218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=669861869704750218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/669861869704750218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/669861869704750218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-much-to-be-thankful-for.html' title='So Much to be Thankful for'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-4926583934424101269</id><published>2009-11-26T19:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T19:47:54.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where we are...</title><content type='html'>So after about 7 months of living in California (Laguna Beach and then Temecula) we decided to move back home to Utah.  Greg's job didn't work out in Laguna Beach, so we moved to Temecula and in with Chantel and Carl to be close to family and try and avoid such a big move back to Utah if it wasn't necessary.  But, Greg had an extremely difficult time finding another job while living in Temecula and decided to start up his own business being a broker for co-owned RV's, trailers, boats, etc.  This is something he has had rolling around in his mind for quite some time and felt that now was the time to put it into action with all the free time he had.  Things started moving along and Greg began working with a lawyer in Utah he had met a year ago and also others in Utah.  With everything being in Utah that Greg was working on, we thought it was in our best interest to be there in Utah also.  So on November 5th we packed up and moved back.  We are currently living with the in-laws in their basement and are so grateful to all our family who have helped us out, supported us, and given us a place to stay while things continue to move along and get up and running.  California was beautiful and such an experience, but it's so good to be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-4926583934424101269?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4926583934424101269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=4926583934424101269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/4926583934424101269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/4926583934424101269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-we-are.html' title='Where we are...'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-3224835685196852966</id><published>2009-11-01T16:44:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:17:20.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip to Utah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Thursday Oct 15th Daxton and I headed out to UT to be there for the birth of Peyton, Court and Joe's first baby, and to catch up with old friends. We flew Jet Blue and luckily I was informed of the wonder drug called "Melatonin" prior to our flight. I gave it to Dax before we took off and while he had a total MELTDOWN in the airport waiting to board the plane, he konked out as soon as we were seated and slept like a ragdoll the ENTIRE flight! It was so wonderful! We arrived in UT around 10:30pm and mom and dad were so sweet to come pick us up and take us to their house where we would be staying for the remainder of the trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The very next day Courtney's friend, Kari (who I recommend HIGHLY), cut and colored my hair into an actual style! My hair has been so extremely out of one for some time that it felt so good to chop it all off and start out fresh again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399287641222443218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Su4fgMc4cNI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/R0O-2AvBKiU/s400/DSC04908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That night it was off to the Ballash home to scrapbook our Guatemala trip and talk each others' ears off. Unfortunately I got so involved in the talking and catching up that I did hardly anything as far as scrapbooking goes. But it was such a fun night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me, Mom, and Dax played throughout the weekend with Court as now she is officially finished with work and we tried prompting Peyton to come soon, but not until after the baby shower on Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday was the Spencer family dinner over at Ryan and Ashley's place. We had Empanadas and Cheesecake for dessert. We talked, oo-ed and ah-ed over all the amazing Halloween decor, and watched "Edward Scissorhands". It's always so fun to get together with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Mom, Court, Dax and I went to Pine Needles and drooled over all their amazing fabric. Court got some fat squares for Etsy projects and I purchased a jelly roll of Moda's Figgy Pudding line to put together a Christmas throw. I love fabric! (Chantel, I blame you for this). Then we went and stopped off at Cafe Rio (oh how I've missed you!) to grab some lunch and headed back to Mom's to hang out the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399303031574352226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Su4tgB-t0WI/AAAAAAAAA9o/gYtPenRJW_U/s400/UT+trip+belly+kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Dax kissing "baby" in Court's belly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tuesday, Oct 20th, we got ready for Courtney's openhouse style shower for friends and family.  Dax even pitched in and helped where he was able ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399303040774450178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Su4tgkQMLAI/AAAAAAAAA94/DmW-VAN5IG4/s400/UT+trip+vacuum+2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399303038504116514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Su4tgby5oSI/AAAAAAAAA9w/yDTk_1ZETjw/s400/UT+trip+vaccuum" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a wonderful turn out! We had so many friends come that we used to work with several years ago and it was so much fun catching up and seeing where everyone is at and what they're up to today. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399287632092144626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Su4ffqcDI_I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/pYeYcSLjtYY/s400/DSC04919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I'm very disappointed in myself, but unfortunately this is the only picture of the shower I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Wednesday Daxton had his 18 month checkup with his doctor (only 2 months late) and the doctor was very pleased with his growth and development. Here are his stats:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weight: 26lbs 10oz = 45th percentile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Length: 34 1/2" = 90th percentile &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Head Circ: (didn't get the cm's) = 90th percentile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So he's still tall and skinny, but now with a big head ;) He got 4 shots (one being the flu shot). He cried and said "Owie!" while they were doing it, but once they stuck those little band-aid dots on him he was fine and in awe at the stickers on his legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Previously in the week my friend, Brooke, who was originally due with her baby boy on Halloween, had her baby. So on Thursday the 22nd, Courtney and I went to visit her and see her new little bundle of joy. He is so cute and how peaceful he seemed! Mom and baby were doing great and I was so excited she had him before I had to leave back home so that I was able to sneak a peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Friday I had my old college friend Michelle and her little boy Brody come over to my parents' house for a play date. We ate pizza and talked while the boys played and it was so much fun to catch up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399287623296580162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Su4ffJrBekI/AAAAAAAAA9I/qQg-jSvnwCc/s400/DSC04921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Brody and Dax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Su4fe5D14OI/AAAAAAAAA9A/soitBV8JoHo/s1600-h/DSC04923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399287618837274850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Su4fe5D14OI/AAAAAAAAA9A/soitBV8JoHo/s400/DSC04923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (We tried several times to get us all in a picture, but my arms just aren't long enough).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Su4feUMqImI/AAAAAAAAA84/adhfegpRyx8/s1600-h/DSC04927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399287608942142050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Su4feUMqImI/AAAAAAAAA84/adhfegpRyx8/s400/DSC04927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poor Brody was so tired and wasn't wanting to "cheese it" for any pictures. So Dax made up for it by saying "cheese" to EVERY picture and then some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Courtney still hadn't had Peyton (not that she was due until Sunday the 25th) so Dax and I decided to go see what grandma and grandpa Ballash were up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Su4e6agFLPI/AAAAAAAAA8w/y0pJQkjUfxk/s1600-h/DSC04928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399286992158928114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Su4e6agFLPI/AAAAAAAAA8w/y0pJQkjUfxk/s400/DSC04928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daxton got to meet their 9 chickens and Grandpa let him feed them oats. Dax thought that was all sorts of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9044d4d4216d8aaa" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9044d4d4216d8aaa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D728658836E5A013B7BDBF59ACC841490E6B00F9C.474A1440A226AAB66ED254C11268020BCD3814A5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9044d4d4216d8aaa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0ChkcIHr5xYc6qslzXAcm1RpBsk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9044d4d4216d8aaa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D728658836E5A013B7BDBF59ACC841490E6B00F9C.474A1440A226AAB66ED254C11268020BCD3814A5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9044d4d4216d8aaa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0ChkcIHr5xYc6qslzXAcm1RpBsk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Su4e57GMzgI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Bc9QLL35Mbw/s1600-h/DSC04933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399286983728877058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Su4e57GMzgI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Bc9QLL35Mbw/s400/DSC04933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5a5c1279ed111b83" 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://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5a5c1279ed111b83%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D73D701BE18784F57850041BBF05E3343972DD5A9.2F27BF57D4810171DA26BB34851D2DD3DAC5B4A0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5a5c1279ed111b83%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFONPbW37IgWHUg_SgR0Y7wbQbEk&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://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5a5c1279ed111b83%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D73D701BE18784F57850041BBF05E3343972DD5A9.2F27BF57D4810171DA26BB34851D2DD3DAC5B4A0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5a5c1279ed111b83%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFONPbW37IgWHUg_SgR0Y7wbQbEk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday the 25th came and went and Courtney still didn't have Peyton. But early the next morning we got a call that Courtney's water had broken and she was off to the hospital! Mom and I dropped off Daxton to the Ballashs, who were so sweet and willing to watch him, and went to the hospital to await the arrival of baby Peyton. Unfortunately, due to the numerous cases of the flu this season, rules were that each patient was only allowed 2 visitors in the entire hospital at any one time. And the dad even counted as one of those visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399302317888151554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Su4s2fSqoAI/AAAAAAAAA9g/dqaHqVUBL2o/s400/UT+trip+me+n+court.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So after going in and seeing Courtney to tell her good luck, I headed back to pick up Daxton as I wasn't even allowed to wait in the waiting room. I kept everybody up to date and later that afternoon started coming down with a scratchy throat. I thought I was getting a cold and knew that I'd probably not get to meet Peyton. I was so bummed! Peyton Jade finally arrived at 6:27pm that evening (Oct 26th) weighing in at 7lbs 14 oz and measured 21 1/2" long. While I didn't get to be there, my mom went and took some pictures with my camera so I could see her and also post them for all of you to see :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399303044035732354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Su4tgwZvY4I/AAAAAAAAA-A/JiKFnsmuqJs/s400/Ut+trip+court+n+peyton" border="0" /&gt;Proud new Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Su4e5qeA6GI/AAAAAAAAA8g/sCgjJlr3FkE/s1600-h/DSC04940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399286979265357922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Su4e5qeA6GI/AAAAAAAAA8g/sCgjJlr3FkE/s400/DSC04940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She has &lt;strong&gt;dark&lt;/strong&gt; hair and is so precious! She looks a lot like Courtney's baby pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next couple days were kinda boring because I had a cold so had to stay home while my mom went and helped out Courtney and ran other errands. But on Thursday I was feeling a lot better so Court allowed me to come over to see the baby as long as I didn't hold her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399303047453058722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Su4tg9IfpqI/AAAAAAAAA-I/FKrPxp0wmWM/s400/Ut+trip+peyton" border="0" /&gt;She is absolutely beautiful and I was so excited to get to see her before I left back to California. I forget how tiny they are at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Su4e5Hqs1XI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/DbCi9nW_pV8/s1600-h/DSC04953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399286969923327346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Su4e5Hqs1XI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/DbCi9nW_pV8/s400/DSC04953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daxton enjoying an ice-cream cone that night...compliments of Nana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While in UT Greg and I decided that we will be moving back there and staying with his parents in their basement for a while. So arrangements were made with my parents to keep Daxton for a few nights while I flew home and then drove back with Greg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Friday around 5pm MST I flew by myself back to Long Beach California and arrived at 5:30pm PST (Aw, that lovely time difference). Greg was there to pick me up and it was SOOOO good to see him. It's been like a little vacation for us not having Dax and that night we went to dinner and a movie.  It's like dating all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Su4e4iKHcsI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/39fWtQUR0w8/s1600-h/DSC04959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399286959854547650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Su4e4iKHcsI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/39fWtQUR0w8/s400/DSC04959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's so good to be back with you, Greg! &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/7596990408249515100-3224835685196852966?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5a5c1279ed111b83&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9044d4d4216d8aaa&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3224835685196852966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=3224835685196852966' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/3224835685196852966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/3224835685196852966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/trip-to-utah.html' title='A Trip to Utah'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Su4fgMc4cNI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/R0O-2AvBKiU/s72-c/DSC04908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-8178251087763371180</id><published>2009-10-19T10:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T10:32:26.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh off the Chopping Block</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/StyUabw6svI/AAAAAAAAA6o/e1MuM4vylFs/s1600-h/DSC04913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/StyUabw6svI/AAAAAAAAA6o/e1MuM4vylFs/s400/DSC04913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394349635533452018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and loving it!!&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/7596990408249515100-8178251087763371180?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8178251087763371180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=8178251087763371180' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/8178251087763371180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/8178251087763371180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/fresh-off-chopping-block.html' title='Fresh off the Chopping Block'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/StyUabw6svI/AAAAAAAAA6o/e1MuM4vylFs/s72-c/DSC04913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-5424231275219263550</id><published>2009-10-08T10:03:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:27:15.678-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing YooWhoo</title><content type='html'>My sister, Chantel, has been wanting to start an Etsy shop for some time now. Last time my younger sister visited Cali, Chantel mentioned doing one again and we all decided to try it out together. After all, there is safety in numbers, right? We’re still in the very VERY early stages. But here's announcing &lt;a href="http://www.yoowhoo.etsy.com/"&gt;YooWhoo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chantel is amazing with the sewing machine and has always been an awesome "doodler". So she's mixed the two and turned her doodles into these cute stuffed toys for little ones. She even did our banner for us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Ss4PHXxW0pI/AAAAAAAAA6I/xLg2yFCh8QA/s1600-h/IMG_3887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390262423323595410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Ss4PHXxW0pI/AAAAAAAAA6I/xLg2yFCh8QA/s400/IMG_3887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Court's having the first granddaughter on our side of the family, so she's been busily coming up with all sorts of cute accessories for girls.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392611383431134722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 355px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/StZne2Ej_gI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Eqe7jaruhqA/s400/court%27s+etsy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And if you know me, you know I love to create anything with paper and/or stamps. So I'm the papercrafter on our shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390262435712666498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Ss4PIF7JC4I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/OpNWV4tYPkU/s400/DSC04878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is still a work in progress, but be sure to check our shop often as we will be posting new and exciting products regularly! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-5424231275219263550?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5424231275219263550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=5424231275219263550' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/5424231275219263550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/5424231275219263550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/introducing-yoowhoo.html' title='Introducing YooWhoo'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Ss4PHXxW0pI/AAAAAAAAA6I/xLg2yFCh8QA/s72-c/IMG_3887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-2682470526101417970</id><published>2009-09-27T23:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:00:05.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SsBQAVFUnkI/AAAAAAAAA58/a4euZgJxCuY/s1600-h/DSC04816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386393120924802626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SsBQAVFUnkI/AAAAAAAAA58/a4euZgJxCuY/s400/DSC04816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SsBP_xCGctI/AAAAAAAAA50/D_1og0GOaQ4/s1600-h/DSC04817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386393111247614674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SsBP_xCGctI/AAAAAAAAA50/D_1og0GOaQ4/s400/DSC04817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While at Newport Beach (see previous post) Dax had an experience with a bug.  So cute!  I was trying to clean things up and get ready to go and he was being so quiet.  I looked over to see him totally entrigued by this "thing" that had landed on his leg and started making its way up his arm.  I was so excited that I was able to whip out the camera while he was still in his "zone" and capture this sweet moment before the ladybug took flight again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SsBP_Z-cSbI/AAAAAAAAA5s/qOcY3RaaEQ8/s1600-h/DSC04818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386393105058253234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SsBP_Z-cSbI/AAAAAAAAA5s/qOcY3RaaEQ8/s400/DSC04818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/7596990408249515100-2682470526101417970?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2682470526101417970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=2682470526101417970' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/2682470526101417970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/2682470526101417970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/bugged.html' title='Bugged'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SsBQAVFUnkI/AAAAAAAAA58/a4euZgJxCuY/s72-c/DSC04816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-213163562628424190</id><published>2009-09-27T23:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:54:03.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catchin' Up while Catchin' Waves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386389845788693842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SsBNBsQBlVI/AAAAAAAAA5E/x7AVG3ugIN8/s400/DSC04814.JPG" border="0" /&gt; One of my good friends, Melissa, (that I used to work with years and years ago) came into town and got a hold of me and we were able to meet up for a beach day this past week!  We went to Newport Beach and were able to hang out and catch up while Dax and Makenna played in the sand.  I also got to meet her sweet little Avonlea too.  What a doll she is!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386389873893218354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SsBNDU8qmDI/AAAAAAAAA5k/N0q9MV3K_os/s400/DSC04809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dax with a mouth full of strawberry and a messy face after eating Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386389866514181906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SsBNC5dXbxI/AAAAAAAAA5c/bqPMDKcz4Pk/s400/DSC04810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dax and Makenna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386389860745090498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SsBNCj96FcI/AAAAAAAAA5U/8gk-qG4n40U/s400/DSC04812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sweet baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386389851657691282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SsBNCCHTYJI/AAAAAAAAA5M/IBirmv34lLk/s400/DSC04813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Old friends, good times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks so much for the fun beach day Meliss!  It was so good to see you again and your cute girls too.  Keep in touch!&lt;br /&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/7596990408249515100-213163562628424190?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/213163562628424190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=213163562628424190' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/213163562628424190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/213163562628424190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/catchin-up-while-catchin-waves.html' title='Catchin&apos; Up while Catchin&apos; Waves'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SsBNBsQBlVI/AAAAAAAAA5E/x7AVG3ugIN8/s72-c/DSC04814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-4686559710652087997</id><published>2009-09-27T23:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:38:17.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready, Set, Jump!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Daxton has gotten a lot more comfortable in the water over the past month and is so much fun to swim with now!  He is so goofy in the water and not afraid to get his face wet.  He has also gotten brave enough to jump off the edge into our arms (before he would practically sit down on the edge and make you pull him into the water).  These pictures are at some of Chantel and Carl's friends' house.  Dax has always liked pretty warm water and it's so hard to keep him out of the hot tub.  But don't worry, we don't let him swim in it.  He just gets to jump into our arms and/or put his legs in the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386385130934101394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SsBIvQDF5ZI/AAAAAAAAA48/ojUtdzswjbk/s400/DSC04796.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This picture makes me laugh...it looks like Daxton is the one holding the camera and trying to pull a "cool kid" expression.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386385119738794818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SsBIumV7E0I/AAAAAAAAA40/IEn44yXqIcY/s400/DSC04791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386385109754330082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SsBIuBJcO-I/AAAAAAAAA4s/JvD3FFAIL4g/s400/DSC04797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hello bug eyes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-becf4c8f2f8d21c8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbecf4c8f2f8d21c8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3F090180F247018B372013F44768B704CE414A50.28F018D489561C4AC403566B959F526F2024A847%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbecf4c8f2f8d21c8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBylFGK8db6xaqRJx0IPq_vULYh4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbecf4c8f2f8d21c8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3F090180F247018B372013F44768B704CE414A50.28F018D489561C4AC403566B959F526F2024A847%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbecf4c8f2f8d21c8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBylFGK8db6xaqRJx0IPq_vULYh4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Appologies for it being so dark, but you get the idea.  This is a video of some of Dax's first jumps!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-4686559710652087997?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=becf4c8f2f8d21c8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4686559710652087997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=4686559710652087997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/4686559710652087997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/4686559710652087997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/ready-set-jump.html' title='Ready, Set, Jump!'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SsBIvQDF5ZI/AAAAAAAAA48/ojUtdzswjbk/s72-c/DSC04796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-738373070895350191</id><published>2009-09-11T23:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:21:22.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love to See the Temple...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SsBG3dK6R2I/AAAAAAAAA4k/uWz7JM4XjOk/s1600-h/DSC04786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386383072872253282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SsBG3dK6R2I/AAAAAAAAA4k/uWz7JM4XjOk/s400/DSC04786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Greg and I were able to go to the LDS San Diego temple.  This was my first time to this temple...absolutely breathtaking!&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/7596990408249515100-738373070895350191?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/738373070895350191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=738373070895350191' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/738373070895350191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/738373070895350191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-to-see-temple.html' title='I Love to See the Temple...'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SsBG3dK6R2I/AAAAAAAAA4k/uWz7JM4XjOk/s72-c/DSC04786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-8201012429685272653</id><published>2009-09-10T14:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:19:53.634-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A couple families in our ward host a "Block Party" every year on Labor Day. They barricade off their circle and everyone brings their bikes/toys on wheels and rides them around in the circle. Everyone brings a dish to share and hot dogs are cooked up. Lots of "easy-ups" are set up and everyone hangs out, eats, and slides down a 20ft waterslide (if they like). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379942789540390930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SqlldoJ6qBI/AAAAAAAAA4c/2Y_QoiRiEkI/s400/DSC04750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dax fell asleep in the car on our way over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379942782700173650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SqlldOrFOVI/AAAAAAAAA4U/Vr7fRhuu5pw/s400/DSC04751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Greg was good to take care of Milo while everyone was getting set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379942766100890146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SqllcQ1gQiI/AAAAAAAAA4M/nLFUUacJi24/s400/DSC04752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dax had a blast once he finally woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sqlj7UzQ3RI/AAAAAAAAA4E/vyic2ZUnlos/s1600-h/DSC04753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379941100717923602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sqlj7UzQ3RI/AAAAAAAAA4E/vyic2ZUnlos/s400/DSC04753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Splashing in the water and riding the scooter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379941092549602898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sqlj62XyLlI/AAAAAAAAA38/7HTm2WJSUQ4/s400/DSC04755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The enormous waterslide. As you can see, everyone climbs up the left side and slides down on the right. At one point it was crowded with kids going up the left side and were all jumping and bouncing while waiting in line. They bounced so hard that the entire 20ft blow-up structure rolled! But no worries, nobody was hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sqlj6MYQVSI/AAAAAAAAA30/qbAtco5AQ0c/s1600-h/DSC04759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379941081277289762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sqlj6MYQVSI/AAAAAAAAA30/qbAtco5AQ0c/s400/DSC04759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love their faces on this one! Dax loved the slide (as you can see below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sqlj5lea3hI/AAAAAAAAA3s/7lRkWlurO6M/s1600-h/DSC04760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379941070834163218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sqlj5lea3hI/AAAAAAAAA3s/7lRkWlurO6M/s400/DSC04760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sqlj5OFrS_I/AAAAAAAAA3k/V8mT15BtxnQ/s1600-h/DSC04762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379941064556366834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sqlj5OFrS_I/AAAAAAAAA3k/V8mT15BtxnQ/s400/DSC04762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were there for several hours and about to leave when I looked over and Jax was about to pull an "evil canevil" move on a scooter going down this ramp! This kid has no fear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No worries, Chantel hurried over and still let him go down it, but with help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterward we went and got a 5-buck pizza and breadsticks from Little Caesars and chilled the rest of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Labor Day!&lt;/div&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/7596990408249515100-8201012429685272653?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8201012429685272653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=8201012429685272653' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/8201012429685272653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/8201012429685272653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-fun.html' title='Labor Day Fun'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SqlldoJ6qBI/AAAAAAAAA4c/2Y_QoiRiEkI/s72-c/DSC04750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-5369920826429115065</id><published>2009-08-31T14:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:38:48.067-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Dreams</title><content type='html'>Carl kicked back while feeding Milo a bottle... &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376229161741940530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Spwz8Ci5dzI/AAAAAAAAA20/ljf_vs8J5x8/s400/DSC04747.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;...hot Sunday afternoons will do this to ya.&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/7596990408249515100-5369920826429115065?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5369920826429115065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=5369920826429115065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/5369920826429115065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/5369920826429115065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweet-dreams.html' title='Sweet Dreams'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Spwz8Ci5dzI/AAAAAAAAA20/ljf_vs8J5x8/s72-c/DSC04747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-6296934320926207142</id><published>2009-08-31T14:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:31:59.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Ties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SpwyJzm741I/AAAAAAAAA2k/M39cz6467mM/s1600-h/DSC04743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376227199227257682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SpwyJzm741I/AAAAAAAAA2k/M39cz6467mM/s400/DSC04743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shaunna, Tammy, Chantel, Britney, Courtney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greg and I are currently rooming with my sister and her family while Greg is getting started in a new job. My younger sister came in to town with her husband (last weekend) for one last vacation before baby Peyton arrives. I found out that two of our cousins were going to be in San Diego as well this very same weekend so we made arrangements and everyone was able to meet up for dinner, good cheek-aching laughs, and some belly rubs :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376227214987173954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SpwyKuUZIEI/AAAAAAAAA2s/DoxcpcExpqE/s400/DSC04744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby Grace and Baby Peyton :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for coming to visit!  It was so fun to get together, catch up, and laugh.  Good times!&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/7596990408249515100-6296934320926207142?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6296934320926207142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=6296934320926207142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/6296934320926207142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/6296934320926207142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/family-ties.html' title='Family Ties'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SpwyJzm741I/AAAAAAAAA2k/M39cz6467mM/s72-c/DSC04743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-4139258179728024929</id><published>2009-08-14T15:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T15:36:09.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Quilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SoXYDhbufqI/AAAAAAAAA2M/k9SH_h08YuU/s1600-h/DSC04732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369935685735055010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SoXYDhbufqI/AAAAAAAAA2M/k9SH_h08YuU/s400/DSC04732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SoXYDDYmlDI/AAAAAAAAA2E/k1wBGPepNWg/s1600-h/DSC04728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369935677668889650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SoXYDDYmlDI/AAAAAAAAA2E/k1wBGPepNWg/s400/DSC04728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's finally finished!  I purchased this baby quilt kit from Pine Needles probably about a year ago and finally finished it a couple weeks ago.  This is the 2nd quilt I've done, but much more difficult than the first.  (the first was just 5" squares and a rag quilt).  My sewing machine broke and I had the time, so I hand stitched the binding.  I'm so excited how it turned out and can't wait to do another one.  Thanks for all your help Mom!!&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/7596990408249515100-4139258179728024929?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4139258179728024929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=4139258179728024929' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/4139258179728024929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/4139258179728024929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-quilt.html' title='Baby Quilt'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SoXYDhbufqI/AAAAAAAAA2M/k9SH_h08YuU/s72-c/DSC04732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-8878783157606589728</id><published>2009-07-30T16:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:47:52.438-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6dca7f6d52308c2a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6dca7f6d52308c2a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D15336596341965BAC1FFC685634C86245F54AE79.3A040F0984000D7E705055F684C3FE42CAE0BC99%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6dca7f6d52308c2a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dcj3xeg77jxdhQz0YBGBnWgzWVqE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6dca7f6d52308c2a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D15336596341965BAC1FFC685634C86245F54AE79.3A040F0984000D7E705055F684C3FE42CAE0BC99%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6dca7f6d52308c2a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dcj3xeg77jxdhQz0YBGBnWgzWVqE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had to get all of Dax's animal noises on video.  They make me laugh.  My favorite is the duck, which is why I made him say it so many times.  I just cut his hair all by myself as I found some cheap clippers at the store, I'm pretty proud of myself.  It'll definately take some practice though.  Yesterday Dax came up to me and said, "Poo, Poo." So I hurry and sat him on the potty and after a minute he went in the toilet!  I was so excited!  But we didn't have much luck with it the rest of the day, unfortunately.  But we'll keep trying!  And this was only the 2nd time he's said "Love you" and I'm so excited he did it on the camera!  Hope you enjoy :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-8878783157606589728?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6dca7f6d52308c2a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8878783157606589728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=8878783157606589728' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/8878783157606589728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/8878783157606589728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-had-to-get-all-of-daxs-animal-noises.html' title=''/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-6743997423105150548</id><published>2009-07-30T15:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:24:07.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SnIZgnwofzI/AAAAAAAAA1o/uHux_CSnvoA/s1600-h/DSC04704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364378154371153714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SnIZgnwofzI/AAAAAAAAA1o/uHux_CSnvoA/s400/DSC04704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A couple days ago Moka and Bentley invited Dax and I to the splash pads at the Spectrum (it's a smaller version of the fountains at Gateway for all you Utahns).  Dax thought it was pretty neat until he started getting hit by the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364378150405700658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SnIZgY_MfDI/AAAAAAAAA1g/ANJdEQJ2LqQ/s400/DSC04706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;going in... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364378143811328386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SnIZgAa-WYI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/HblkFeh0aw8/s400/DSC04707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cheese!  (Bentley is in the background in the white swimsuit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364378140963241666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SnIZf1z7_sI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/lgY3w0YILZE/s400/DSC04713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In this picture, Dax got shot right in the face.  That was the end of this adventure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8ca618d749a1fa58" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8ca618d749a1fa58%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5C189EE3A10AD1A71CB080EFC46D99666435EEA8.1CBA2E5181819C8BA10AF0DC267D30F054A84982%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8ca618d749a1fa58%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1zoRDg5OOF0aWNBe0QnNlvwZhHU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8ca618d749a1fa58%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5C189EE3A10AD1A71CB080EFC46D99666435EEA8.1CBA2E5181819C8BA10AF0DC267D30F054A84982%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8ca618d749a1fa58%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1zoRDg5OOF0aWNBe0QnNlvwZhHU&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/7596990408249515100-6743997423105150548?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8ca618d749a1fa58&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6743997423105150548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=6743997423105150548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/6743997423105150548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/6743997423105150548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/couple-days-ago-moka-and-bentley.html' title=''/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SnIZgnwofzI/AAAAAAAAA1o/uHux_CSnvoA/s72-c/DSC04704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-1686327960829794502</id><published>2009-07-30T15:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T15:59:24.048-06:00</updated><title type='text'>17 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SnIQUMUj1vI/AAAAAAAAA1I/gx-FZ1A37Ps/s1600-h/DSC04698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364368045242570482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SnIQUMUj1vI/AAAAAAAAA1I/gx-FZ1A37Ps/s400/DSC04698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dax is 17 months now.  He's changing so much every day.  He brings so much joy and happiness into our lives and we just love him to pieces.  We're so blessed to have such a wonderful addition to our family.  Dax doesn't speak much yet, but jabbers a lot and is starting to learn the animal noises as well as good manners.  He says "Ah low" for hello and "Hi", he puts his finger to his mouth and says "shh" when I shush him, and sometimes we'll be talking and he'll put his finger to OUR mouth and shush us.  Ha!  He still will only sign "please", but is always quick to say thank you "tate choo" when given something.  In fact, he'll often remind US to say thank you when he brings us something.  He can point to his eyes, ears, mouth, nose, hair, and belly button.  He loves to swing and climb at the park and slide down the slides all by himself.  He tries to be very independent.  He sure loves his daddy and gets so excited when Greg comes home from work.  He's a little hesitant when it comes to getting in the water still, and usually stays back in the sand when at the beach, but is liking it more with each day.  He loves to sort things and transfer objects from containers.  He's also enjoying watching videos a lot more than he ever has as well.  He loves "Baby Einstein" movies or anything with puppets in them like Sesame Street.  He says "Moobie, Pwe, Moobie, Pwe" until we put one on.  He is really good with his routine in the evening of bath, brush teeth, prayers, and climbing into his bed.  He doesn't so much enjoy the brushing teeth, but he's doing better as long as we sing the ABC's while we do it.  He does really well folding his arms for the prayer and always takes off running as soon as we say "Amen."  He gives the best hugs and has the biggest "pucker" out of anyone his age that I've ever seen.  He gets the biggest kick out of the littlest things and is very easy to get a laugh out of.  Right now his favorite foods are cheese, milk, raisins, chicken, and noodles (which you saw on a previous post).  He's not too fond of potatoes, crunchy snacks (aside from Goldfish crackers), cold things which he always says are "hot", and eggs.  He loves to watch himself on the camera and laughs at this video even harder than he does in the video itself.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We sure love you, Daxton!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3cca7c453463275b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3cca7c453463275b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D61BE8ED8B546E576C39CA3DD3EBD8654049B1F6C.443EB8B088FA36FF1EDEE01D0BB6F276384241D3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3cca7c453463275b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAFLeBkdPGYVRuxZeJN5EUPyXx3g&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3cca7c453463275b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D61BE8ED8B546E576C39CA3DD3EBD8654049B1F6C.443EB8B088FA36FF1EDEE01D0BB6F276384241D3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3cca7c453463275b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAFLeBkdPGYVRuxZeJN5EUPyXx3g&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/7596990408249515100-1686327960829794502?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3cca7c453463275b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1686327960829794502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=1686327960829794502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/1686327960829794502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/1686327960829794502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/17-months.html' title='17 months'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SnIQUMUj1vI/AAAAAAAAA1I/gx-FZ1A37Ps/s72-c/DSC04698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-5806945890172838349</id><published>2009-07-20T14:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:19:36.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Shoes to Fill</title><content type='html'>I caught Daxton one day trying to put my shoes on and it was so funny!  He pulled them both out and concentrated so hard on getting them both on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SmTQVw00vQI/AAAAAAAAA04/GImStPXDKxU/s1600-h/DSC04685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360638528780025090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SmTQVw00vQI/AAAAAAAAA04/GImStPXDKxU/s400/DSC04685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SmTQVQUWyFI/AAAAAAAAA0w/5Mtf55ji3Ro/s1600-h/DSC04678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360638520053909586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SmTQVQUWyFI/AAAAAAAAA0w/5Mtf55ji3Ro/s400/DSC04678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to be very sneaky about taking pictures so he wouldn't stop what he was doing.  One down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360638535079705570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SmTQWISyO-I/AAAAAAAAA1A/81IQ0xvxE2k/s400/DSC04683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Success!  Ha!  You make me laugh, bug. &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/7596990408249515100-5806945890172838349?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5806945890172838349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=5806945890172838349' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/5806945890172838349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/5806945890172838349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/big-shoes-to-fill.html' title='Big Shoes to Fill'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SmTQVw00vQI/AAAAAAAAA04/GImStPXDKxU/s72-c/DSC04685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-8681972067752847244</id><published>2009-07-20T13:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:11:18.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Noodle Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SmTLtVNyaXI/AAAAAAAAA0o/m5lRUl5HXwg/s1600-h/DSC04696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360633436127258994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SmTLtVNyaXI/AAAAAAAAA0o/m5lRUl5HXwg/s400/DSC04696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SmTLtd0-q_I/AAAAAAAAA0g/b7Lkp2_QCbM/s1600-h/DSC04693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360633438439123954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SmTLtd0-q_I/AAAAAAAAA0g/b7Lkp2_QCbM/s400/DSC04693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SmTLs8PFWZI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/hPJxoYY4rtg/s1600-h/DSC04692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360633429421808018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SmTLs8PFWZI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/hPJxoYY4rtg/s400/DSC04692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mmm...spaghetti!  We went to dinner over the weekend and Dax pretty much just ate noodles.  He sure loves them, but makes a big mess!&lt;br /&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/7596990408249515100-8681972067752847244?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e1159d8487f623d2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8681972067752847244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=8681972067752847244' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/8681972067752847244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/8681972067752847244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/noodle-boy.html' title='Noodle Boy'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SmTLtVNyaXI/AAAAAAAAA0o/m5lRUl5HXwg/s72-c/DSC04696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-2638802359296809573</id><published>2009-07-15T15:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:14:35.702-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Greg!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sl5FH9NUfmI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/z0lwkrx-8E8/s1600-h/DSC04672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358796609609301602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sl5FH9NUfmI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/z0lwkrx-8E8/s400/DSC04672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Sunday the 12th Greg turned 25!  We celebrated the day prior by picnic-ing at the beach down the road for lunch.  Then after getting cleaned up we went to dinner. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358796597988855346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sl5FHR6yjjI/AAAAAAAAA0I/bTwL-4y2kOg/s400/DSC04673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laguna Beach has a trolley, free of charge, that runs down PCH each Summer.  So we hopped aboard and rode it to Biotopo (spelling?), a little Italian restaurant in down town Laguna Beach.  Mmm the food was delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358796592749491730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sl5FG-ZoNhI/AAAAAAAAA0A/A1miiFJBkXg/s400/DSC04675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greg, thanks for all your hard work to support our family and for being such a wonderful husband and father.  I sure love you and couldn't ask for better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!&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/7596990408249515100-2638802359296809573?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2638802359296809573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=2638802359296809573' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/2638802359296809573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/2638802359296809573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-greg.html' title='Happy Birthday Greg!'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sl5FH9NUfmI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/z0lwkrx-8E8/s72-c/DSC04672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-5934832451400477903</id><published>2009-07-15T14:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:03:17.505-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Bums</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sl5C1GbWYnI/AAAAAAAAAz4/GKcPfGdlQ1g/s1600-h/DSC04670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358794086643294834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sl5C1GbWYnI/AAAAAAAAAz4/GKcPfGdlQ1g/s400/DSC04670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Chantel's ward has a beach day at Oceanside every Tues and we've met up with them the past two weeks.  It's a lot of fun!  Above is Crew (in the middle) jumping the waves as they crash into shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358794084210174866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sl5C09XP65I/AAAAAAAAAzw/au1Kjb6P8DQ/s400/DSC04669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It can be very exhausting sitting out in the sun and playing in the water.  Little Milo didn't last very long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358794073107688610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sl5C0UANbKI/AAAAAAAAAzo/PlO0UjrA_-M/s400/DSC04666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dax and Me...he was squeezing my neck so hard it made me laugh pretty hard.  Hence the double chin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358794066782055170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sl5Cz8cD6wI/AAAAAAAAAzg/CBSSxk9j324/s400/DSC04664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chantel and Jax&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358794058452622594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sl5CzdaK3QI/AAAAAAAAAzY/DUnmSTuACfU/s400/DSC04661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love the summer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-5934832451400477903?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5934832451400477903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=5934832451400477903' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/5934832451400477903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/5934832451400477903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/beach-bums.html' title='Beach Bums'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sl5C1GbWYnI/AAAAAAAAAz4/GKcPfGdlQ1g/s72-c/DSC04670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-2950908802133902732</id><published>2009-07-06T16:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T16:55:30.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Freedom Ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlJ6iRQ-8GI/AAAAAAAAAxM/HB7FMULkK3w/s1600-h/DSC04640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355477636065718370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlJ6iRQ-8GI/AAAAAAAAAxM/HB7FMULkK3w/s400/DSC04640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our 4th began bright and early with a ward breakfast at Bluebird Park. Pancakes, sausage, and fruit galore! Our ward did a great job putting it together, and Moka--I think the drinks were the best part ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlJ6hxI_VgI/AAAAAAAAAxE/0mlYLhcrkrM/s1600-h/DSC04641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355477627442255362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlJ6hxI_VgI/AAAAAAAAAxE/0mlYLhcrkrM/s400/DSC04641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dax was playing in some tunnels with Greg on the other side. I think this picture of Dax is so funny! He's playing "Boo" with Greg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlJ6huy69bI/AAAAAAAAAw8/dmNFwkyEJ8Y/s1600-h/DSC04642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355477626812822962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlJ6huy69bI/AAAAAAAAAw8/dmNFwkyEJ8Y/s400/DSC04642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, after Greg took a nap to recover from his early morning (he's definately not a morning person), we headed to the beach and met up with Mike, Moka, and the gang to play for the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlJ5_WqSNeI/AAAAAAAAAw0/y8dpnQr-hDo/s1600-h/DSC04647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355477036218594786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlJ5_WqSNeI/AAAAAAAAAw0/y8dpnQr-hDo/s400/DSC04647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Greg has been burrying a bucket in the sand lately for the kids to play in. They love it! It's like their own little pond to jump, splash, and play in. Also works great to rinse everything off (including Daxton) when cleanup time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlJ5_KgoIuI/AAAAAAAAAws/Ofj3y6GySio/s1600-h/DSC04650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355477032956863202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlJ5_KgoIuI/AAAAAAAAAws/Ofj3y6GySio/s400/DSC04650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dax, Bentley, and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-15a61fa990bdfc62" 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.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D15a61fa990bdfc62%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63D84B57DFBBF4DDFC06ED422FA61490EF093B53.31C2C43833F0C4E06644FA5E40A8DE01EE58A071%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D15a61fa990bdfc62%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWCmJyQi0JOi7qXesdLLM5Ot9_O4&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.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D15a61fa990bdfc62%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63D84B57DFBBF4DDFC06ED422FA61490EF093B53.31C2C43833F0C4E06644FA5E40A8DE01EE58A071%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D15a61fa990bdfc62%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWCmJyQi0JOi7qXesdLLM5Ot9_O4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlJ5-jRuIFI/AAAAAAAAAwk/KE4isa-IklA/s1600-h/DSC04653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355477022425358418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlJ5-jRuIFI/AAAAAAAAAwk/KE4isa-IklA/s400/DSC04653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Greg spent the majority of his time building a monster sand castle. In the background of this picture you can see the big hole that Mike dug. Mak is about to jump in and Bentley is already in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlJ5-E_LfCI/AAAAAAAAAwc/sx6xXMPD6Ec/s1600-h/DSC04658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355477014294527010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlJ5-E_LfCI/AAAAAAAAAwc/sx6xXMPD6Ec/s400/DSC04658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The finished product!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlJ595rcd0I/AAAAAAAAAwU/lxJD7bHddWk/s1600-h/DSC04660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355477011258963778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlJ595rcd0I/AAAAAAAAAwU/lxJD7bHddWk/s400/DSC04660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Ta-DA! Good job, Greg! Looks Great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We came home and cleaned up, then headed off to Temecula to join the Moody gang at a BBQ with some of their friends. Chantel's friend Kristen made the best chicken! Throw in some corn on the cob, a couple salads, fruit, dip, and an awesome Red White and Blue jell-o trifle and you've got an amazing BBQ. When it got dark Chantel busted out some glow sticks and then we watched the fireworks from the sports park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the invite Chantel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;4th &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-2950908802133902732?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=15a61fa990bdfc62&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2950908802133902732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=2950908802133902732' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/2950908802133902732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/2950908802133902732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-freedom-ring.html' title='Let Freedom Ring'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlJ6iRQ-8GI/AAAAAAAAAxM/HB7FMULkK3w/s72-c/DSC04640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-1539365672202661183</id><published>2009-07-06T16:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T16:17:40.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Summer Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlJ3sSL8EwI/AAAAAAAAAwM/FKNh-MfGi4U/s1600-h/DSC04639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355474509576803074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlJ3sSL8EwI/AAAAAAAAAwM/FKNh-MfGi4U/s400/DSC04639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlJ3sKvUqUI/AAAAAAAAAwE/XEdUNWS6hQs/s1600-h/DSC04637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355474507577731394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlJ3sKvUqUI/AAAAAAAAAwE/XEdUNWS6hQs/s400/DSC04637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got this little hammock swing in Guatemala for Dax and hung it out on the deck.  He loves it!  Here, he is enjoying his favorite snack: Raisins.&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/7596990408249515100-1539365672202661183?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1539365672202661183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=1539365672202661183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/1539365672202661183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/1539365672202661183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/lazy-summer-days.html' title='Lazy Summer Days'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlJ3sSL8EwI/AAAAAAAAAwM/FKNh-MfGi4U/s72-c/DSC04639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-4103222760471124343</id><published>2009-06-10T17:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:50:10.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guatemala...Part 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlKLNBxUfRI/AAAAAAAAAzE/FhoROuwu1eo/s1600-h/DSC04557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355495962826800402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlKLNBxUfRI/AAAAAAAAAzE/FhoROuwu1eo/s400/DSC04557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today we drove out about an hour to Quirigua and saw a bunch of Obelisques (mayan sort of totem poles) that the Mayans hand carved. It was so cool, yet unreal.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlKLMq4k3-I/AAAAAAAAAy8/N92Iaep2o84/s1600-h/DSC04543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355495956683218914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlKLMq4k3-I/AAAAAAAAAy8/N92Iaep2o84/s400/DSC04543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355496745251075298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlKL6khzdOI/AAAAAAAAAzM/rUl6ZDTw8ac/s400/DSC04545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlKLL0Q1LdI/AAAAAAAAAys/CcGEQNSX_nE/s1600-h/DSC04549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355495942021000658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlKLL0Q1LdI/AAAAAAAAAys/CcGEQNSX_nE/s400/DSC04549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlKLLmTo_rI/AAAAAAAAAyk/lJijMTLIxRk/s1600-h/DSC04553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355495938274688690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlKLLmTo_rI/AAAAAAAAAyk/lJijMTLIxRk/s400/DSC04553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lean to the left...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Obelisques were so old that many were broken, faded, or leaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlKKOyuTZXI/AAAAAAAAAyc/caVdmqjUhQU/s1600-h/DSC04554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355494893635724658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlKKOyuTZXI/AAAAAAAAAyc/caVdmqjUhQU/s400/DSC04554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This tree was behond gigantic.  It is called "The Tree of Life."&lt;br /&gt;If you look closely, you can see Alyssa, Me, and Marianne standing at the bottom of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlKKOcD4zlI/AAAAAAAAAyU/PAKELMMkW8Y/s1600-h/DSC04555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355494887552241234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlKKOcD4zlI/AAAAAAAAAyU/PAKELMMkW8Y/s400/DSC04555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are in a closer view...gives you an idea of how tall this tree really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlKKN2Th6NI/AAAAAAAAAyM/lEATY5HEcFo/s1600-h/DSC04561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355494877417302226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlKKN2Th6NI/AAAAAAAAAyM/lEATY5HEcFo/s400/DSC04561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This Obelisque was on the ground like a giant rock rather than a tall pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlKKNgKRF1I/AAAAAAAAAyE/3jems_pqHlM/s1600-h/DSC04562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355494871472871250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlKKNgKRF1I/AAAAAAAAAyE/3jems_pqHlM/s400/DSC04562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alyssa and Me at the same one as above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlKKNGKBzMI/AAAAAAAAAx8/IkKWxLQ_j7k/s1600-h/DSC04582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355494864492547266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlKKNGKBzMI/AAAAAAAAAx8/IkKWxLQ_j7k/s400/DSC04582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were MANY stairs to climb again.&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/7596990408249515100-4103222760471124343?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4103222760471124343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=4103222760471124343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/4103222760471124343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/4103222760471124343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/guatemalapart-6.html' title='Guatemala...Part 6'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlKLNBxUfRI/AAAAAAAAAzE/FhoROuwu1eo/s72-c/DSC04557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-5205989882014968741</id><published>2009-06-07T16:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:27:56.101-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guatemala...Part 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; We made it to the resort Sunday evening and settled into our little villas.  It was beautiful!  While there I held a frog (a good-sized one too!) until it peed all over my hand, and I about stepped on a snake too.  Yuck!  They had the most ginormous grasshoppers with bright red wings that would spread out when they flew.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There were two villas reserved, so the arrangements were: Married Couples in one and everybody else in the other.  There was so much to do at the resort and it was a lot of fun!  Swimming, eating (there were 2 restaurants as well as a cafe type eating place by the pool), kayaking, jetskiing, horseback riding, etc.  Our second day there we all decided we'd do some horseback riding through the jungle!  I haven't been on a horse in forever, and was really excited.  Greg's family had several horses many years back and so they're all pretty knowledgeable when it comes to riding and handling horses.  June 9th we went horseback riding and there were 13 of us on horses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355487399817397378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlKDamEyRII/AAAAAAAAAx0/4H-8w7BWbPs/s400/DSC04512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The leader told us to go ahead and pick a horse so I chose this beautiful dark brown horse with a white strip down it's nose.  We were riding along and all was well when he got kicked by another horse (I guess it didn't like the other horses coming up from behind it that close) and kinda jumped up a little and was shaking his head back and forth.  That made me a little nervous, but Don was riding by me and was telling me what to do in a situation like that (how to hold the reigns, etc.) and how to get control of your horse.  I was a little nervous but all was well until about 15 min later I don't know what happened cause it all happened so fast, but my horse was standing up on it's back legs with me on it's back.  And I mean STRAIGHT UP on it's back legs.  I didn't know whether to jump off or what but I was so afraid that the horse was gonna fall backward and land on top of me.  He was up on his back legs for a good couple seconds too and everyone was getting worried and panicking and telling me what to do and trying to get the horse to calm down and then he got down but another horse kicked him and he did it again.  The leader got him to calm down and I was so shaken up I about started bawling.  Greg was way up ahead (cause his horse wanted to be up front, apparently) and came back and traded me horses.  His horse was VERY calm.  But I was still so nervous to even be on a horse.  I didn't know what I was doing and don't know how to even ride a horse to be honest.  Turns out the one horse I picked out of the entire pack used to be a parade horse and paraded all around Guatemala and was trained to stand up on its hind legs like that for show.  What are the odds?  I sure have the best luck eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlKDaC98TpI/AAAAAAAAAxs/sJd25T795NY/s1600-h/DSC04518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355487390393454226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlKDaC98TpI/AAAAAAAAAxs/sJd25T795NY/s400/DSC04518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me on Greg's horse, barely even holding the reigns as I was instructed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlKDZz3o5uI/AAAAAAAAAxk/VQcPh6VA4n0/s1600-h/DSC04520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355487386340484834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlKDZz3o5uI/AAAAAAAAAxk/VQcPh6VA4n0/s400/DSC04520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Greg riding "Pasqual" the parade horse.  Greg wanted him to stand on end with him on the back, but Pasqual acted like he was all "tricked out" and was as calm as could be once Greg was on his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlKDZpzam-I/AAAAAAAAAxc/WWfzjjtKdm4/s1600-h/DSC04529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355487383638416354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlKDZpzam-I/AAAAAAAAAxc/WWfzjjtKdm4/s400/DSC04529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Greg on our horsies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlKDZOj0YbI/AAAAAAAAAxU/VQxeZyT2ifE/s1600-h/DSC04535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355487376325239218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlKDZOj0YbI/AAAAAAAAAxU/VQxeZyT2ifE/s400/DSC04535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kim, Monica, Jason, Me, Greg, Don, Doug, Halee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, everyone else got cut off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made it back just after it started getting dark and had dinner and hung out for the remainder of the evening.  Man were we sore the next day from horse-riding!&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/7596990408249515100-5205989882014968741?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5205989882014968741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=5205989882014968741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/5205989882014968741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/5205989882014968741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/guatemalapart-5.html' title='Guatemala...Part 5'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SlKDamEyRII/AAAAAAAAAx0/4H-8w7BWbPs/s72-c/DSC04512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-2357388593299044416</id><published>2009-06-07T14:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T15:49:32.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guatemala...Part 4</title><content type='html'>On Sunday we went to church at Greg's old ward in Tactic where he used to teach and WOW what an amazing experience it was. It was fast Sunday, so it was testimony meeting and the spirit was SO strong! It wasn't too hard understanding what the members were saying and everyone comes up and greets you by giving you a kiss on the cheek. What sweet, humble, strong people they are. After church we went and visited another family. The mom and dad had gotten a divorce since Greg saw them last so he was not there. But both of them do woodworking and had some beautiful things there that they had done. Furniture made out of Mahogany too! They had several stores around Guatemala that bought their furniture to sell. They sure have some amazing talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we went to Chamche which is like a zoo/park.  We ate our lunch there and checked out all the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sk0XBiNDm9I/AAAAAAAAAvs/vQ8qR3gG97I/s1600-h/DSC04497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353960847142263762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sk0XBiNDm9I/AAAAAAAAAvs/vQ8qR3gG97I/s400/DSC04497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lazy Gators&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sk0XBdvPEGI/AAAAAAAAAvk/-hT70C7a7ZQ/s1600-h/DSC04498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353960845943443554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sk0XBdvPEGI/AAAAAAAAAvk/-hT70C7a7ZQ/s400/DSC04498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one's missing an eye...yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sk0V5tPThtI/AAAAAAAAAvc/jbLmtWSCFvk/s1600-h/DSC04491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353959613153904338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sk0V5tPThtI/AAAAAAAAAvc/jbLmtWSCFvk/s400/DSC04491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The monkeys!  My favorite part.  This little guy is the same one in all these pictures.  He was so playful and kept begging for food.  Here he is eating a chip he snatched out of one of our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sk0V5RyP95I/AAAAAAAAAvU/poLuvfpMKgY/s1600-h/DSC04488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353959605784278930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sk0V5RyP95I/AAAAAAAAAvU/poLuvfpMKgY/s400/DSC04488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wanted him to touch my hand cause he kept reaching through the fence...then he grabbed the yellow bag in my other hand and tried to pull it through the fence with all the food in it!  He ripped the bag and I screamed cause it scared me.  Sure wish we got that on video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sk0V46YJp1I/AAAAAAAAAvM/CtY0bHyzfQY/s1600-h/DSC04485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353959599500797778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sk0V46YJp1I/AAAAAAAAAvM/CtY0bHyzfQY/s400/DSC04485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fb47dd34663ee599" 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.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfb47dd34663ee599%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3CF5845FE22FE4A0AFABF2F58517D0E8FB9BE1F0.39B4A192295339908D5B6606211444354C957FFE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb47dd34663ee599%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_f07E2omp1X4TmoZLINrVjW1wYA&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.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfb47dd34663ee599%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3CF5845FE22FE4A0AFABF2F58517D0E8FB9BE1F0.39B4A192295339908D5B6606211444354C957FFE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb47dd34663ee599%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_f07E2omp1X4TmoZLINrVjW1wYA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sk0V4owO57I/AAAAAAAAAvE/ahHrb9JeZlE/s1600-h/DSC04483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353959594769967026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sk0V4owO57I/AAAAAAAAAvE/ahHrb9JeZlE/s400/DSC04483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beautiful male peacock next to his hideous female.  Doesn't that seem a little backwards?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sk0V4ZRoLjI/AAAAAAAAAu8/cuiPcIj05sM/s1600-h/DSC04481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353959590615068210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sk0V4ZRoLjI/AAAAAAAAAu8/cuiPcIj05sM/s400/DSC04481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the coolest animals!  They are called Chinese Chickens, but they look like Chickens with GoGo boots on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353960858849588290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sk0XCN0TNEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/1KBBrkd7i50/s400/DSC04505.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This guy looks like a baby leopard, but it's just a weird cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353960860023741554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sk0XCSMPXHI/AAAAAAAAAv8/gV_jO36Tq64/s400/DSC04506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-97f4a951c5109c8f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D97f4a951c5109c8f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D78E5385B7E0098916973407FDA72FE794CBCE87C.36809A70242FA7CAA58320C64B5804899D5074FA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D97f4a951c5109c8f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSneHCBpjYqFVl0aJKpyAAaFPJoo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D97f4a951c5109c8f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D78E5385B7E0098916973407FDA72FE794CBCE87C.36809A70242FA7CAA58320C64B5804899D5074FA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D97f4a951c5109c8f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSneHCBpjYqFVl0aJKpyAAaFPJoo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;In this video the boys are taking turns touching the cat.  One of them got bitten and then you'll hear all of us yell at Nate when he goes for the fur right up by his mouth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After Chamche we made the long drive to Puerto Barrios where we would be staying at a resort called Amatique Bay for a week.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-2357388593299044416?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4ed319c05cb40a72&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=97f4a951c5109c8f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fb47dd34663ee599&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2357388593299044416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=2357388593299044416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/2357388593299044416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/2357388593299044416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/guatemalapart-4.html' title='Guatemala...Part 4'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sk0XBiNDm9I/AAAAAAAAAvs/vQ8qR3gG97I/s72-c/DSC04497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-3202184778168342871</id><published>2009-06-06T11:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T14:09:37.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guatemala...Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sk0Q81ruf7I/AAAAAAAAAu0/Jqzm6lzMZFg/s1600-h/DSC04471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353954169402064818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sk0Q81ruf7I/AAAAAAAAAu0/Jqzm6lzMZFg/s400/DSC04471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Nathan, Marianne, Don, Alyssa, Karianne, Ken, Kim, Halee, Doug, Jason, Monica, Me, Greg)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We drove out to La Lanquin and hiked the cave there (it was so humid and hot and no air circulations so we were drenched when we got out).  Then it was down the street to Semuk Champe where they have beautiful waterfalls and a bunch of pools that they empty into.  It was so beautiful there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkZekdVmiUI/AAAAAAAAAus/gI_kMs-vMT8/s1600-h/DSC04474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352069187619948866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkZekdVmiUI/AAAAAAAAAus/gI_kMs-vMT8/s400/DSC04474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We swam in the pools and played around in the water.  The water was super warm and very clear.  If you stood in the same spot for a bit, a bunch of small fish would start gathering around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkZej6mekaI/AAAAAAAAAuk/obeljtrfs_M/s1600-h/DSC04475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352069178295488930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkZej6mekaI/AAAAAAAAAuk/obeljtrfs_M/s400/DSC04475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkZejY7mGcI/AAAAAAAAAuU/qxEcKqF5G3o/s1600-h/DSC04478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352069169257257410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkZejY7mGcI/AAAAAAAAAuU/qxEcKqF5G3o/s400/DSC04478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also the most beautiful butterflies there that I've ever seen!  Lavender, bright yellow, bright orange, and bright green.  They would land on the colorful parts of your swimsuit that they blended in with.  So neat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkZeiwy6v4I/AAAAAAAAAuM/UG4ACr7cpwk/s1600-h/DSC04479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352069158483443586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkZeiwy6v4I/AAAAAAAAAuM/UG4ACr7cpwk/s400/DSC04479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c9161b1105c8e03c" 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%3Dc9161b1105c8e03c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3F39C8D8BB8251E4DC7E524B41CF961681C961C0.63523577703E5DE85103F31E73A618F1D6A23BA2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc9161b1105c8e03c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dv2MoyPW2gyW5KpQvUUS8E7_ymb0&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%3Dc9161b1105c8e03c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3F39C8D8BB8251E4DC7E524B41CF961681C961C0.63523577703E5DE85103F31E73A618F1D6A23BA2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc9161b1105c8e03c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dv2MoyPW2gyW5KpQvUUS8E7_ymb0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-3202184778168342871?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c9161b1105c8e03c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3202184778168342871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=3202184778168342871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/3202184778168342871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/3202184778168342871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/guatemalapart-3.html' title='Guatemala...Part 3'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sk0Q81ruf7I/AAAAAAAAAu0/Jqzm6lzMZFg/s72-c/DSC04471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-8218929929537889022</id><published>2009-06-05T13:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T14:33:17.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guatemala...part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPc0sVUuCI/AAAAAAAAAuE/s4-U33WpzVc/s1600-h/DSC04396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351363580058187810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPc0sVUuCI/AAAAAAAAAuE/s4-U33WpzVc/s400/DSC04396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day 2 we got up and had a delicious breakfast at La Posada and then jumped in the cars to go see some sites. Greg first took us to this really old Catholic church. Very neat, but boy were there a lot of stairs! The picture above was only one of three sets just like it that lead up to the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPc0QHkKSI/AAAAAAAAAt8/veB_-xUGrPo/s1600-h/DSC04398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351363572484286754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPc0QHkKSI/AAAAAAAAAt8/veB_-xUGrPo/s400/DSC04398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPcz2E522I/AAAAAAAAAt0/lY37Drvi_6o/s1600-h/DSC04402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351363565493803874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPcz2E522I/AAAAAAAAAt0/lY37Drvi_6o/s400/DSC04402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPczvtQKWI/AAAAAAAAAts/_8iPrLbzlQI/s1600-h/DSC04401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351363563783989602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPczvtQKWI/AAAAAAAAAts/_8iPrLbzlQI/s400/DSC04401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a very old tomb to the side of the church holding about 4 caskets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPczVXFeGI/AAAAAAAAAtk/FR-Qw1iR3LA/s1600-h/DSC04403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351363556711692386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPczVXFeGI/AAAAAAAAAtk/FR-Qw1iR3LA/s400/DSC04403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( Tombstones to the right of the tomb)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On the way back down from the church it started pouring rain! It comes out of nowhere and rains real hard for a good half hour maybe, and then it's back to being hot and humid. It's such a normal thing for them that people walking around on the streets huddle under building overhangs and in doorways just waiting for the storm to pass. But when you're in a jungle, that's bound to happen. It's almost daily, sometime in the afternoon that it rains. We hurried down all the stairs and jumped into our cars soaked. Next it was off to an orchid farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPbDa2PFPI/AAAAAAAAAtc/FWfGzjt5oa0/s1600-h/DSC04417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351361634039174386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPbDa2PFPI/AAAAAAAAAtc/FWfGzjt5oa0/s400/DSC04417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Octopus Orchids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPbC_HlJ-I/AAAAAAAAAtU/3ka58uGt0Ng/s1600-h/DSC04438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351361626595731426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPbC_HlJ-I/AAAAAAAAAtU/3ka58uGt0Ng/s400/DSC04438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPbCr3QbyI/AAAAAAAAAtM/xJb-vv9UdwQ/s1600-h/DSC04434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351361621426990882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPbCr3QbyI/AAAAAAAAAtM/xJb-vv9UdwQ/s400/DSC04434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was gorgeous there! Most the orchids weren't in bloom, but it was so green and lush. I would love to see it again when they're all in full bloom. I bet it's unbelievable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPbCVg4jxI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_tYcqOdnWXE/s1600-h/DSC04442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351361615427571474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPbCVg4jxI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_tYcqOdnWXE/s400/DSC04442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here the man who owns the place and lives there in a house was telling us about all the flowers and plants. According to Greg, he was drunk off his rocker and smelled horribly of alcohol! I didn't get close enough to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPbB26dh1I/AAAAAAAAAs8/QZMCfIzl2WM/s1600-h/DSC04445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351361607213352786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPbB26dh1I/AAAAAAAAAs8/QZMCfIzl2WM/s400/DSC04445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Greg and Me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flower in my ear makes the spice Cardemom. Pretty interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next it was off to Tactic to meet one of the families that Greg taught the gospel and to see some more sites. This was one of the areas in Greg's mission. The 3rd I think? We stopped at this place below where Greg told us the following story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPZSo0p6pI/AAAAAAAAAs0/F4kEfjCDJ44/s1600-h/DSC04446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351359696465422994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPZSo0p6pI/AAAAAAAAAs0/F4kEfjCDJ44/s400/DSC04446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Many years ago in Guatemala a missionary taught and converted many of the people to the LDS church. The members were very faithful and this missionary asked for a temple to be built in Guatemala as there were so many members. The prophet responded by saying that he does not choose where the temples are built, the Lord does. Well this man started doing temple ordinances in the chapel of their church which used to be where Greg is standing and involving the members in it as well. Apparently the first presidency of the church caught wind of this and sent some people out to this very spot. In the middle of the night they dug trenches around the church, causing it to sink, and then they buried it. The man was obviously ex-communicated and all the members fell away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPZSVNJiWI/AAAAAAAAAss/61n4htgHCso/s1600-h/DSC04448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351359691199449442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPZSVNJiWI/AAAAAAAAAss/61n4htgHCso/s400/DSC04448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Greg, Nathan, Kim, Marianne)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPZR0DqJGI/AAAAAAAAAsk/hQQQ9bb44Ug/s1600-h/DSC04449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351359682301273186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPZR0DqJGI/AAAAAAAAAsk/hQQQ9bb44Ug/s400/DSC04449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the paved entrance off the road leading up to where the church used to be. If you look closedly you can see where it suddenly ends. You can also see the tall gate posts on either side of the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPZRrVhPfI/AAAAAAAAAsc/zU2TZnqPeVI/s1600-h/DSC04450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351359679960268274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPZRrVhPfI/AAAAAAAAAsc/zU2TZnqPeVI/s400/DSC04450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (same picture as above, just from a different angle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next it was off to see the Quej Isem family. What sweet, cheery, happy people they are. They were so surprised and excited to see Greg as he wasn't able to get a hold of them ahead of time to let them know he was coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPYUG5yWLI/AAAAAAAAAsU/P9xSQCmBSCA/s1600-h/DSC04458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351358622208252082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPYUG5yWLI/AAAAAAAAAsU/P9xSQCmBSCA/s400/DSC04458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Out in their front yard saying goodbye as we left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPYTh1H7mI/AAAAAAAAAsM/i_TZhxmDmrQ/s1600-h/DSC04454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351358612256583266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPYTh1H7mI/AAAAAAAAAsM/i_TZhxmDmrQ/s400/DSC04454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They are very short people! L to R: Rosaria, Anibal, Oscar, Maria Eugenia, Otto, Pati, Bilma (not pictured is Darbin...he was being shy and hiding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPYTWkWAPI/AAAAAAAAAsE/dcQYL4PGta0/s1600-h/DSC04455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351358609233412338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPYTWkWAPI/AAAAAAAAAsE/dcQYL4PGta0/s400/DSC04455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Greg's older brother Kenny with the single ladies! The one on the left was especially taken by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPYTGw7OqI/AAAAAAAAAr8/TTuMiEtLVXk/s1600-h/DSC04456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351358604991216290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPYTGw7OqI/AAAAAAAAAr8/TTuMiEtLVXk/s400/DSC04456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Greg's youngest sister Kim with the two boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What an amazing family they are! We all laughed at our broken Spanish and tried to pick up what we could as Greg and the family spoke Spanish and discussed certain people and caught up on what's been going on. They served us gaseosas de naranja (orange soda) and were so happy to see all of us. We love you family! &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/7596990408249515100-8218929929537889022?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8218929929537889022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=8218929929537889022' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/8218929929537889022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/8218929929537889022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/guatemalapart-2.html' title='Guatemala...part 2'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPc0sVUuCI/AAAAAAAAAuE/s4-U33WpzVc/s72-c/DSC04396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-6248233251341328076</id><published>2009-06-03T21:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:56:11.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guatemala...Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPMRhtVviI/AAAAAAAAAr0/a2gKivRx7-I/s1600-h/DSC04386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351345383724662306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPMRhtVviI/AAAAAAAAAr0/a2gKivRx7-I/s400/DSC04386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Greg went to Guatemala on his mission about 5 years ago and promised many of the people that he taught and grew to love that he would be back in 5 years with his family.  Well, he managed to live up to that promise and toted 12 other family members to a foreign country to show them around.  We had a 12:30am flight on June 4th, so our friend Mike Allen drove us to the airport (Thanks again, Mike!) about 9:00pm on June 3rd.  We would be flying a non-stop flight with &lt;a href="http://www.taca.com/"&gt;TACA airlines &lt;/a&gt; and got to the LA airport and jumped in back of a LONG line full of Spanish-speaking people to check in and get our boarding passes.  Well it turns out that they had cancelled all flights to Guatemala that evening in just the past hour (due to one of the planes being struck by lighting) and were rescheduling everyone to the following day at 1:00pm.  I just took a deep breath and thought to myself, "Here we go..."  It's become a running joke that whenever Greg travels, something goes wrong.  He loses his passport, or misses a flight, or baggage goes missing, or in this situation an international flight is cancelled.  I've already slept in an airport before and didn't want to do it again.  We were in a real predicament because Greg was the "tour guide" and 11 other "Gringos" would be flying into Guatemala City tomorrow, arriving at about 11:30am.  Which means they would be sitting there by themselves, not being able to speak a lick of Spanish, waiting for us to arrive around 5pm that evening.  We would be driving to Coban to stay and that's about 5 hours away.  Which means that there would be 13 Gringos travelling alone at night in Guatemala.  Not a good situation to be in.  So...Greg told me to stay put in line with our baggage and off he went to work his magic with his words.  He found some airport employees who looked pretty important and spoke to them in Spanish and explained the situation.  Because they didn't want to be responsible for anything bad happening to 13 Americans and understood the predicament we were in, they got on the phone and made some arrangements.  Next thing we knew we were being whisked away to another line where the guy making the phone calls leaned over the counter and whispered something into the girl's ear and next thing we know we were given tickets to fly to El Salvador and then make a connecting flight to Guatemala City.  The flight left about an hour later than originally planned, but no big deal.  We didn't get to sit on the plane by each other and wound up on the only row on the airplane without reclining seats, but we'd do whatever it took to try and stay on the same schedule as originally planned.  We tried to sleep as much as possible on the plane, and it went rather quickly.  We arrived in El Salvador at about 8:00am and then rushed to our connecting flight that was leaving in 10 minutes.  TACA airlines are wonderful!  Such clean, new planes.  We got breakfast on the first flight and they played the movie "Dark Knight", the second flight from El Salvador had leather seats and it had to have been new because it still smelled like new leather.  That flight was only about 30-40 min, so I just read a book while Greg did a Sudoku puzzle in the airline magazine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Guatemala City and by the time we got our bag and went through customs, it was about 9:00am when we were sitting outside on the curb waiting for the rest of our family to arrive.  Which was about 2 1/2 hours later...grumble.  I'm not a very patient person, can ya tell?  Greg talked to many of the Guatemalan people just making small talk and trying to explain that we didn't need a taxi or a tour bus to take us anywhere.  It was so interesting seeing all the different types of Guatemalans waiting for their friends and/or loved ones to arrive.  Some were dressed just like Americans and looked very nice, others looked like they came from poverty, and some were the indigenous Guatemalans dressed in their native garb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of our family arrived and we all piled into a shuttle and rode over to the car-rental place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351345383004115234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPMRfBjESI/AAAAAAAAArs/9aA5V1nsJ-A/s400/DSC04391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Karianne, Me, and Halee)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We spent a couple hours trying to get the car-rental arrangements made as there was a problem with insurance and them trying to charge us an arm and a leg, when reservations had been made previously and the information wasn't matching up.  When it all got figured out, we had a large van and an SUV rented.  The SUV seated 5, and the remainder of people went in the van.  We drove to Burger King and ate lunch and then we were on our way...or on our way trying to &lt;em&gt;find&lt;/em&gt; our way anyway, to Coban.  The pictures below give you an idea of what the area looks like.  There are many stands along the roads with people trying to sell fruit and vegetables (as in the picture below) and so many stray dogs running around.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351345378309874978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPMRNiWpSI/AAAAAAAAArk/KIg7E_zDdQ0/s400/DSC04392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351345367328340546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPMQkoJukI/AAAAAAAAArc/09pfc2Iwqtk/s400/DSC04393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Check out all the power lines coming from just one pole!  Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351345362945567266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPMQUTN6iI/AAAAAAAAArU/ld3j7miPw1E/s400/DSC04394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We drove all day and arrived in Coban around 9pm when we got to our hotel &lt;a href="http://www.sailing-diving-guatemala.com/hotels/posada-coban-photos.ph"&gt;La Posada&lt;/a&gt; and checked in for the night.  What a neat hotel!  They had a restaurant there that the sweet workers stayed later than usual for us to serve us dinner.  Then it was to bed for the night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-6248233251341328076?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6248233251341328076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=6248233251341328076' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/6248233251341328076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/6248233251341328076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/guatemalapart-1.html' title='Guatemala...Part 1'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPMRhtVviI/AAAAAAAAAr0/a2gKivRx7-I/s72-c/DSC04386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-1175231712837018388</id><published>2009-05-30T12:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:07:07.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Leaving on a Jet Plane...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPG3qkgu1I/AAAAAAAAArM/3w45N5DxfoQ/s1600-h/DSC04383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351339441868815186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPG3qkgu1I/AAAAAAAAArM/3w45N5DxfoQ/s400/DSC04383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...Don't know when I'll be back again," was the song Dax must have been singing when Greg took him to Utah to stay with my parents while we took a trip to Guatemala.  Amidst packing everything up to move to California, our passports and important papers we needed got packed away and put in storage in Draper by mistake.  So the weekend before our trip Greg flew out to Utah to search for them.  My mom came up with the marvelous plan of just bringing Daxton and then she'd watch him clear until we got back.  It was about 5 days before we left for Guatemala that he left us and I was already missing him after 3 of those days!  Greg was very brave to travel with him alone, but did very well at keeping him under control and happy during the flight.  This was Daxton's first airplane ride!  We made sure to pack plenty of treats (raisins especially...Daxton's favorite lately), but that only lasted so long before he discovered someone sitting behind them and had to keep peeking over the seat at them.  Then he discovered the window shade and Greg says that kept him busy for about 15-20 min alone!  Pushing it open and closed repeatedly.  He got a little fussy toward the end of the flight, but fell asleep quickly in Greg's arms. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351339438360165682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPG3df-_TI/AAAAAAAAArE/Waz99_rWiio/s400/DSC04380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a good boy looking out the window (this probably lasted a whole 5 seconds).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351339432356425410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPG3HIlLsI/AAAAAAAAAq8/oGqTsM-wU6M/s400/DSC04378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(Don't you love Greg's "Guatemala look"? Just wait til you see him at the END of the Guatemala trip...it was like I married a caveman!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351339430418147522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPG2_6daMI/AAAAAAAAAq0/FZ2qGzKiPJo/s400/DSC04375.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/7596990408249515100-1175231712837018388?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1175231712837018388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=1175231712837018388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/1175231712837018388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/1175231712837018388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='&quot;Leaving on a Jet Plane...'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SkPG3qkgu1I/AAAAAAAAArM/3w45N5DxfoQ/s72-c/DSC04383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-4870517097797452632</id><published>2009-05-29T13:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:55:01.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dax is funny when it comes to getting his picture taken.  He says, "Chee" when the camera is pointed at him and gets all silly.  Greg took a video this time and I think it's hilarious how Dax keeps saying "Chee" cause he thinks Greg is taking his picture.  This was right before bed and Dax has a cold so we were giving him medicine (he loves it!) and he wandered outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fbbae1d2d40a64df" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfbbae1d2d40a64df%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D19787884F9D46C41A3BF1C6CE7DAED0AA209AE9E.73128AFCD2D4DF9D3F3B9FBCFD6BAB6D67B9CB7A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfbbae1d2d40a64df%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYbtfsOoVTEGaV_NoGNtt-iRTPuE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfbbae1d2d40a64df%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330132525%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D19787884F9D46C41A3BF1C6CE7DAED0AA209AE9E.73128AFCD2D4DF9D3F3B9FBCFD6BAB6D67B9CB7A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfbbae1d2d40a64df%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYbtfsOoVTEGaV_NoGNtt-iRTPuE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-4870517097797452632?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fbbae1d2d40a64df&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4870517097797452632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=4870517097797452632' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/4870517097797452632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/4870517097797452632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/dax-is-funny-when-it-comes-to-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-7995358625199795946</id><published>2009-05-15T16:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:34:00.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sg3qAlrMQsI/AAAAAAAAAqo/eSsHTCZQtfs/s1600-h/DSC04348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336178429338075842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sg3qAlrMQsI/AAAAAAAAAqo/eSsHTCZQtfs/s320/DSC04348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The other day I was in the kitchen doing dishes and getting the kitchen cleaned up for the day when Dax walked in the doorway saying, "Ha ha, Ha ha." I turned around and looked at him and he had found my headbands in a basket in the bathroom and stuck it on his head. I thought it was so funny how he put it around the back of his head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336178423846140722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sg3qARNz-zI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Gj7nExQO7TQ/s320/DSC04349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336178427536997570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sg3qAe9x_MI/AAAAAAAAAqY/tCEw2MSaXZM/s320/DSC04350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Silly boy. Then he pulled on the ends and broke it in half. Grumble Grumble....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-7995358625199795946?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7995358625199795946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=7995358625199795946' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/7995358625199795946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/7995358625199795946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/silly-boy.html' title='Silly Boy'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sg3qAlrMQsI/AAAAAAAAAqo/eSsHTCZQtfs/s72-c/DSC04348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-958064164548356745</id><published>2009-05-15T16:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:13:00.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Milo's Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; My sister Chantel's little boy Milo was blessed on Sunday May 3rd by his daddy, Carl who gave a beautiful blessing.  This sweet little nephew of mine is such an angel!  He's so mellow all the time and such a sweetheart.  Chantel had him dressed up in the cutest little outfit.  I was even able to get him to crack some grins on camera for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sg3np9K7qLI/AAAAAAAAAqA/DhX8Kx4AFuM/s1600-h/DSC04329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336175841484974258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sg3np9K7qLI/AAAAAAAAAqA/DhX8Kx4AFuM/s400/DSC04329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336175843563160978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sg3nqE6aRZI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/7BetO1JAcDs/s400/DSC04331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336175843031840898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sg3nqC7u-II/AAAAAAAAAqI/wKJ7N8cIG0E/s400/DSC04330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love you sweet baby :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-958064164548356745?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/958064164548356745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=958064164548356745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/958064164548356745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/958064164548356745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/milos-blessing.html' title='Milo&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sg3np9K7qLI/AAAAAAAAAqA/DhX8Kx4AFuM/s72-c/DSC04329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-252698830695853179</id><published>2009-05-15T15:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:02:19.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Toes Ticklin' the Sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sg3jrVQ_bII/AAAAAAAAAp4/_WVq7Qtfws4/s1600-h/DSC04287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336171467086195842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sg3jrVQ_bII/AAAAAAAAAp4/_WVq7Qtfws4/s400/DSC04287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took a walk down to the beach a couple days after we'd been here. We wondered how Dax would like it as he was on this very same beach at 5 months old, but didn't care for the sand and the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sg3jrBL2quI/AAAAAAAAApw/Rb5OF1WNM8s/s1600-h/DSC04286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336171461695941346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sg3jrBL2quI/AAAAAAAAApw/Rb5OF1WNM8s/s400/DSC04286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sg3jqxwtqMI/AAAAAAAAApo/8K6Q5SGl5oA/s1600-h/DSC04277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336171457555572930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sg3jqxwtqMI/AAAAAAAAApo/8K6Q5SGl5oA/s400/DSC04277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sg3jqu36u-I/AAAAAAAAApg/XoTkyb4yoGw/s1600-h/DSC04282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336171456780483554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sg3jqu36u-I/AAAAAAAAApg/XoTkyb4yoGw/s400/DSC04282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just love this picture. The two loves of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sg3i1LVXHxI/AAAAAAAAApY/2XY7Ms4OdRA/s1600-h/DSC04274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336170536707235602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sg3i1LVXHxI/AAAAAAAAApY/2XY7Ms4OdRA/s400/DSC04274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sg3i0z5rUFI/AAAAAAAAApQ/RS7CSBGpmVc/s1600-h/DSC04281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336170530417102930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sg3i0z5rUFI/AAAAAAAAApQ/RS7CSBGpmVc/s400/DSC04281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dax wasn't afraid to walk out to the water, but when the waves would crash and the cold water washed up on his feet, he didn't like it too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sg3i0kiUsUI/AAAAAAAAApI/IUvMRLo1248/s1600-h/DSC04289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336170526292619586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sg3i0kiUsUI/AAAAAAAAApI/IUvMRLo1248/s400/DSC04289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So for the next little while he stayed back on the towel with me. He sat there so still until he grabbed the sand and that was fun so he started playing in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sg3i0R8JHvI/AAAAAAAAApA/XAfBtVh7qXE/s1600-h/DSC04296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336170521300639474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sg3i0R8JHvI/AAAAAAAAApA/XAfBtVh7qXE/s400/DSC04296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Greg dug a hole which Dax squatted in and helped throw dirt out by the little fist fulls of his.   Dax loves the beach now...mainly he likes to be outside.  He's not so sure of walking on the unsturdy sand, but I think he's warming up to it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-252698830695853179?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/252698830695853179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=252698830695853179' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/252698830695853179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/252698830695853179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/tiny-toes-ticklin-sand.html' title='Tiny Toes Ticklin&apos; the Sand'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sg3jrVQ_bII/AAAAAAAAAp4/_WVq7Qtfws4/s72-c/DSC04287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-2240595697240876278</id><published>2009-05-01T18:31:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T19:42:26.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving fun...</title><content type='html'>Well here we are at last in Laguna Beach, just about settled in. Greg is putting together a shelving unit for our kitchen to put groceries on (as there is no pantry) as we speak. Dax is such a helper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331023756390095202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SfuZ3IjM2WI/AAAAAAAAAnY/-w5FUXisvcs/s400/DSC04320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After this, we should pretty much be set. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we tried to get out of our place in Draper on the 19th and were going to drive straight through, but plans with storing our things didn't work out as we had planned and after a couple days decided to just rent out a storage unit. So after packing up Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday the 23rd (thanks so much to everyone who helped!! We couldn't have done it without you.), and loading up the cars on Thurs, we finally got out of Draper around 2pm. We spent the night in Primm Valley (Nevada/California state line) and then headed on to Laguna Beach the next morning. We had a pretty good trip. The Durango was packed to the max and we had a dolly pulling the Civic behind it. We packed the Civic to the max as well. A little too much, because a couple times we had to pull over and adjust some things as our Civic was honking at us! How embarrassing!! Something kept falling on the horn. We got a good laugh out of it, but after the 3rd time, Greg found something to sit between the steering wheel and the object so that it wouldn't press against the horn. Having to pull over every 30 min was really starting to get annoying. Other than that, everything went well. Dax did really well and there were no episodes of vomiting (thank goodness!) even though I was well prepared with plenty of wipes, garbage bags, and 3 changes of clothes...just in case. The pictures below are kinda backwards. First is the packing up part and Dax having so much fun with all the boxes and foam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331022462240076210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SfuYrzdysbI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/R5TuNOlTWLE/s400/DSC04273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SfuYrgShrrI/AAAAAAAAAnI/MSUCKXBjCOo/s1600-h/DSC04272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331022457092550322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SfuYrgShrrI/AAAAAAAAAnI/MSUCKXBjCOo/s400/DSC04272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boxes just happened to have a little hole in them how they were stacked and Dax found it and had a blast crawling through it.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SfuYra2-ZLI/AAAAAAAAAnA/vhvIHuawPJI/s1600-h/DSC04270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331022455634814130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SfuYra2-ZLI/AAAAAAAAAnA/vhvIHuawPJI/s400/DSC04270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331034634867530850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SfujwWCVXGI/AAAAAAAAAow/q1CkKYR9CpI/s400/DSC04232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are pictures of where we are staying....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you walk down the stairs and turn left you walk into the bathroom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331027280911885858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SfudESarZiI/AAAAAAAAAng/5_QcL_6JZvw/s400/DSC04304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331027286528373234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SfudEnVwMfI/AAAAAAAAAno/mk_GN1ke634/s400/DSC04305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(Above is around the door when you're in the bathroom)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you continue straight after you come downstairs, you run into the kitchen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331028639624471186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SfueTYBAIpI/AAAAAAAAAnw/TPpG_XFFcYI/s400/DSC04309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;In the back you see the sliding glass door and our little deck/patio off of it. At least Dax can still play outside :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331028642284106722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SfueTh7G8-I/AAAAAAAAAn4/rbxADjNmb6k/s400/DSC04311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is to the left of the previous picture. Sink, Counter, Dishwasher, Microwave. Don't pay attention to the me reflected in the window...still in pj's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331028646227193730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SfueTwnNr4I/AAAAAAAAAoA/-P5SWYVHdSI/s400/DSC04312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is to the left of the counters and the microwave. No, that's not a pantry next to the refrigerator...that's where the washer and dryer be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331028651492662594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SfueUEOmXUI/AAAAAAAAAoI/SgA4i2cIJSU/s400/DSC04306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dax was following me around while I was taking pictures saying "cheeee" so I had to humor him and take a picture. That cute smile is worth capturing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331031458972351570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sfug3e56vFI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/B5ol7eM74gw/s400/DSC04314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is the living area/bedroom. If you turn right after entering the downstairs this is what you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331031470985994114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sfug4LqMX4I/AAAAAAAAAoo/uhiFcWdzIZw/s400/DSC04319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is facing the smaller couch...&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331031460332914018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sfug3j-TRWI/AAAAAAAAAoY/w3Q6zJ8ISv0/s400/DSC04315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is the larger couch which pulls out into a sofabed that we sleep on every night and fold up in the morning (good thing I'm already used to making my bed each day). The big chest works as a dresser to store clothes in. To the left of that is a closet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331031467116671138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/Sfug39PrMKI/AAAAAAAAAog/MoG3Ace8-Vs/s400/DSC04317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And this is the closet and TV on the left wall as you walk in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's that! This is where we are living. Good thing the beach is only a block away and there are plenty of places to walk to or close by that we can drive to so that we don't go stir-crazy in our small living quarters. But our friends are good to let us stay here and are very good about letting us know that we're welcome to come upstairs whenever. Here's to a new adventure!&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/7596990408249515100-2240595697240876278?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2240595697240876278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=2240595697240876278' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/2240595697240876278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/2240595697240876278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/moving-fun.html' title='Moving fun...'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SfuZ3IjM2WI/AAAAAAAAAnY/-w5FUXisvcs/s72-c/DSC04320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-7835857262990159946</id><published>2009-04-05T12:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T13:30:31.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky Friday</title><content type='html'>Thursday night I woke up several times in the night not being able to get warm. I'm not usually one who is warm very often, so I blamed it on that and snuggled down in the covers. Come to find out, when it was time to get up for the day, that the furnace had gone out in the night. Great! One more thing to get fixed before we move. Greg said the thermostat was on "hold" at 63 degrees and punched it up to 68. He left for work at about 7:30am and even at 9:00 the heater still had not kicked on. I tried to bundle up in my own house (Dax was in a beanie and footed pajamas) and bare it since I had a lot of packing to get done, but after another half hour it seemed even colder, so I decided to call my mom and tell her we'd be spending the day at her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if a cold house wasn't bad enough, on our way out the door I smelled gas. Right by the door in our hallway that leads to the basement. I opened the door and was about blown away by the strong odor of gas! I got worried and called Greg who said to get out of the house and he'd make a few calls. As we were driving out of the neighborhood Greg called and said that Qwestar Gas would send over somebody within the hour to check on it, but I needed to stay within the neighborhood so I could go over and let them in. So we crashed in on Katie and Quinn (thanks so much!!!) and the boys played for about a half hour when I got a call saying they were there. He  checked the gas line in our basement and indeed there was a leak, so he turned off the gas line. It was somehow connected with our furnace (which was why it had stopped working in the night) and he said we'd need to replace a "valve" on it. Greg was able to finally get a hold of a furnace repairman who was in the area and said he'd be able to come over to look at it around 8pm. We were hoping it would get fixed because the temps were supposed to be dropping into the teens that night. That's all we'd need is for our pipes to freeze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg got home around 5:30 and said it was 55 degrees in our house! So he pulled out the electric heater, snuggled down on the floor with Tucker, and watched TV until the repairman arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, over at my parents house Dax had thrown up EVERYTHING he'd had that day and all over me too. I dunno what he caught, but it was bad! We gave him a bath and I borrowed my little brother's scrubs while my mom washed all our puked-on clothes (thanks so much for all your help Mom !!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg called about 9:00pm and said that the repairman had the part and was able to replace it. After Dax threw up 2 more times and our clothes were dry, we headed home and by this time the house was nice and toasty. Poor Dax had a miserable night and was up several times throwing up and pooping his bed. Which in turn had me up cleaning it all up and bathing him. What a crazy day it was! But at least we had a warm night's sleep to end it with (well, what sleep we got anyway).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-7835857262990159946?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7835857262990159946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=7835857262990159946' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/7835857262990159946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/7835857262990159946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/freaky-friday.html' title='Freaky Friday'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-7466520677517958326</id><published>2009-03-22T14:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:38:42.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing Up and Moving Out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"...It's time to move to a brand new house. Packing up and Moving out!" Or so the song goes on one of the "Strawberry Shortcake" cartoons I remember watching as a kid. But it's true, we are packing up and moving out. To California we go. After a long week of decision-making, fasting and prayer we've decided that this is what we need to do and where we need to be. Greg's friend in Cali is opening another division in his company and called last week and offered Greg a job that has a lot of potential and room to expand. They've offered to let us stay in their mother-in-law apartment until we are settled and able to find and afford a place of our own. We'll be here until the end of April so that Greg can finish up his semester at school, which will give us some time cause we've got SO much to do! It's definitely going to be hard leaving behind our family, close friends, house, and Tucker dog (we'll have to sell him and it'll be hard seeing him go after the year and a half he's spent with us. He's such a good dog! Check him out on KSL if you're interested) not to mention what a HUGE change it will be! We feel like it will be a fresh new start for us though, and now is the best time for us to make such a big move rather than later. We definitely didn't think we'd be leaving this house so soon, but realize we have to do what is best for our family and also what the Lord wants us to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We will miss you all so much, but wish you all the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We love you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wish us luck... &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/7596990408249515100-7466520677517958326?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7466520677517958326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=7466520677517958326' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/7466520677517958326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/7466520677517958326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/packing-up-and-moving-out.html' title='Packing Up and Moving Out...'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-7086313432197238374</id><published>2009-03-10T14:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:33:58.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Spring Boutique Open House!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Saturday March 14th 12:00-3:00p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Britney's Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hosted by Britney &amp;amp; Courtney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Scentsy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Close To My Heart&lt;/span&gt; are introducting their &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Spring products.  Join us for an afternoon of fun and shopping!  There will be great products such as pre-made cards, scrapbook layouts, 10 new warmers, 18 new scents, door prizes, and much more!  You won't want to miss out on being the first to get the hottest products of the season.  Let's push away the winter blues and start welcoming &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Spring&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hope to see you there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(Check with Britney for an address)&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/7596990408249515100-7086313432197238374?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7086313432197238374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=7086313432197238374' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/7086313432197238374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/7086313432197238374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-boutique-open-house-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-4826617896951120762</id><published>2009-02-26T16:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:00:05.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Post!!</title><content type='html'>I have to announce that I finally took the time to post some things about our sweet little guy, who is now 1 yr old!  Don't let the website post fool you, keep on scrolling down...you'll see I've accomplished the task of posting not one, but TWO times!  I know, pat on the back for me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-4826617896951120762?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4826617896951120762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=4826617896951120762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/4826617896951120762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/4826617896951120762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-post.html' title='New Post!!'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-1760654879251662176</id><published>2009-02-15T21:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:43:16.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new website TungstenRingsForMen.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well this is Greg not Britney writing. I'm just trying to get the word out on my new website. It's been a long time coming but it's here. We're tweaking a couple minor bugs but otherwise its ready to go. The site is fully functional right now, check it out here  &lt;a href="http://www.tungstenringsformen.com/"&gt;http://www.tungstenringsformen.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Let me know what you think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm setting up an introductory promo code for 15%. It'll work for the first 50 people to use it, or till March 23, whichever comes first. The code is "15%off" Tell all your family and friends, give this deal to whomever you'd like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303250665487403282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CsyT5_cWNQ/SZjuYec7CRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/KTe0S5RLG4g/s320/TungstenRingsForMen.bmp" 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/7596990408249515100-1760654879251662176?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.tungstenringsformen.com/' title='My new website TungstenRingsForMen.com'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1760654879251662176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=1760654879251662176' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/1760654879251662176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/1760654879251662176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-new-website-tungstenringsformencom.html' title='My new website TungstenRingsForMen.com'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15113475708058083730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8CsyT5_cWNQ/R7ZDSTsyQjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/OChPwwAU5Vs/S220/Monkey+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CsyT5_cWNQ/SZjuYec7CRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/KTe0S5RLG4g/s72-c/TungstenRingsForMen.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-4907667037235941529</id><published>2009-02-14T11:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:15:29.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daxton is 1 yr old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daxton turned 1 yr old on Valentine's Day. Since the day fell on Saturday, we decided to throw a little party during the day with cake and ice-cream. We had such a good turn-out that our house was packed and Dax sure was spoiled with presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306806405415106098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SaWQTx6I9jI/AAAAAAAAAlE/85RD5q7dVkI/s400/Jan+thru+Feb+2009+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Dax is funny, he smiles when you get the camera out and say, "Cheese!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306806411778421890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SaWQUJnRdII/AAAAAAAAAlM/CKDwpRGX-nw/s400/Jan+thru+Feb+2009+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Dax and Nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306806411436212338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SaWQUIVrwHI/AAAAAAAAAlU/wO3N8az3GJs/s400/IMG_8665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Studying his new present "Madagascar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306806413509129106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SaWQUQD585I/AAAAAAAAAlc/aGEQj15IUWI/s400/IMG_8679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hurray for Presents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306806421258662050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SaWQUs7icKI/AAAAAAAAAlk/46kSInA2itE/s400/IMG_8682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306820719790512866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SaWdU_HL2uI/AAAAAAAAAl8/_QBPNGgNrG8/s400/IMG_8662.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Daxton's cake and the cupcakes for guests were all monsters. Dax loves monsters and loves growling like one. I made a two-layered 6" chocolate cake and then frosted it. I was very pleased with how it all turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306820712262931602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SaWdUjEeFJI/AAAAAAAAAl0/mJS4rpRUe2k/s400/Jan+thru+Feb+2009+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306820722349487010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SaWdVIpSs6I/AAAAAAAAAmE/JHr4W1lB0aw/s400/IMG_8754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306820726311121282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SaWdVXZ0cYI/AAAAAAAAAmM/RoxYyCv_934/s400/IMG_8761.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Greg didn't think Dax was messy enough so he decided to make Dax take a plunge into his cake. Poor Dax, that frosting was pokey! He wasn't too happy after that and refused to eat anymore cake. So to the bathtub he went.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAXTON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We love you so much and are so excited for the year ahead. You've grown so quickly it seems, and are so proud of the sweet little boy you are and the joy you bring to our family. We are so grateful you are ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love, Mom and Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Thanks to everyone for attending and for all the wonderful gifts. Dax is loving his new plethora of toys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-4907667037235941529?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4907667037235941529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=4907667037235941529' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/4907667037235941529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/4907667037235941529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/1-year-old-and-wiser-too.html' title='Daxton is 1 yr old!'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SaWQTx6I9jI/AAAAAAAAAlE/85RD5q7dVkI/s72-c/Jan+thru+Feb+2009+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-4816228810887613799</id><published>2009-02-11T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:14:58.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music to My Ears (well, we can pretend)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dax loves playing (more like pounding) on the piano. Lately he has to be up on the bench and will whine until you put him up there. I even tried to put him in his high chair without the tray and let him play, but that's not good enough. He wants to be right there on the bench. Many of his friends enjoy playing with him too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306798112507203298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SaWIxEa0juI/AAAAAAAAAkc/_CSLTJWmQrg/s400/Jan+thru+Feb+2009+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dax and his friend Brody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306798117933339618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SaWIxYog0-I/AAAAAAAAAkk/NbwX2MA41FA/s400/Jan+thru+Feb+2009+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306798123262520434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SaWIxsfFrHI/AAAAAAAAAks/ZJB6mccRTsQ/s400/Jan+thru+Feb+2009+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Play group buddies: Dax, Lincoln, and Maddox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306798123979910066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SaWIxvKIK7I/AAAAAAAAAk0/uTVdjor5YW4/s400/Jan+thru+Feb+2009+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306798153869555714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SaWIzegX-AI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Dxj5uGGnbgE/s400/Jan+thru+Feb+2009+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aww, who could resist these faces?&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/7596990408249515100-4816228810887613799?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4816228810887613799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=4816228810887613799' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/4816228810887613799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/4816228810887613799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/music-to-my-ears-well-we-can-pretend.html' title='Music to My Ears (well, we can pretend)'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SaWIxEa0juI/AAAAAAAAAkc/_CSLTJWmQrg/s72-c/Jan+thru+Feb+2009+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-5486244789088863015</id><published>2009-01-12T15:02:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:28:12.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going AWOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've been a little overwhelmed with this New Year and all the goals I'm trying to accomplish (one of which is to catch up on my scrapbooking) and was just called as 2nd counselor in the Young Women's presidency. Whew! Now I've REALLY got a lot on my plate. So to take out some stress, this post is to inform you all who take a peek at my blog every now and then that I'm taking a &lt;strong&gt;BREAK from blogging&lt;/strong&gt;! I dunno how long it will be, could be weeks, possibly months, but don't be disappointed if it isn't updated for a while. Hope all is well with everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-5486244789088863015?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5486244789088863015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=5486244789088863015' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/5486244789088863015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/5486244789088863015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/going-awol.html' title='Going AWOL'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-2711454294891197250</id><published>2008-12-16T15:07:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:20:30.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stockings Were Hung...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I did it! I've completed my first Christmas project (stockings), and with plenty of time to spare! I'm pleased with how they turned out. And yes, I hand-stitched the names on. I'm so proud of myself. They're nothing fancy, but that's how I like 'em.  They were pretty easy to do once we figured out the best way to put them together.  My sewing machine broke halfway through though, so thanks Mom for coming to the rescue and letting me finish on yours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280515145454048354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SUgojCPb1GI/AAAAAAAAAjI/BHwvzVBvohY/s400/DSC03856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280515156307377906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SUgojqrEfvI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/6SVsTYx4ilc/s400/DSC03852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280515134846297138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SUgoiauWZDI/AAAAAAAAAjA/YQciA6apVhI/s400/DSC03799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had to throw in this cute picture of Dax, MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-2711454294891197250?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2711454294891197250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=2711454294891197250' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/2711454294891197250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/2711454294891197250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/stockings-were-hung.html' title='The Stockings Were Hung...'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/SUgojCPb1GI/AAAAAAAAAjI/BHwvzVBvohY/s72-c/DSC03856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-3790044587672964292</id><published>2008-11-27T19:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T21:09:37.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Day--California style!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; This year we packed up the Civic and drove to California to spend Thanksgiving with my older sis, Chantel, and her family.  It was such a fun visit!  It was fun to be able to spend the holiday with them, although we really missed our family back at home, and those of Greg's family who traveled to Oregon.  Chantel whipped up the whole feast pretty much on her own (pie and all!).  I made mom's candied yams and stuffing.  Carl made the turkey--out on the grill!  It all turned out really good and we stuffed ourselves as much as we would stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/STtIWWHugRI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Chl_SwLRL0Y/s1600-h/Oct-Nov+2008+197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276890937126977810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/STtIWWHugRI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Chl_SwLRL0Y/s400/Oct-Nov+2008+197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and Dax watching football (the only part of Thanksgiving I don't really care for.  It goes ALL DAY LONG it seems like!  I'd rather watch the parades or a Christmas movie...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/STtIW5UmQ-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/_QrHmWSNURk/s1600-h/Oct-Nov+2008+199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276890946576204770" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/STtIW5UmQ-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/_QrHmWSNURk/s400/Oct-Nov+2008+199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dax was real happy the first part of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/STtIXKiol7I/AAAAAAAAAiY/2lBu6bvymkk/s1600-h/Oct-Nov+2008+201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276890951198480306" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/STtIXKiol7I/AAAAAAAAAiY/2lBu6bvymkk/s400/Oct-Nov+2008+201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl cutting up the turkey he just finished grilling up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/STtIXiFZn8I/AAAAAAAAAig/kI9FrcNJkwA/s1600-h/Oct-Nov+2008+203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276890957518315458" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/STtIXiFZn8I/AAAAAAAAAig/kI9FrcNJkwA/s400/Oct-Nov+2008+203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feast!  Turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, stuffing, rolls, cranberry sauce, raspberry pretzel salad, deviled eggs, green salad, candied yams and for dessert: cherry pie, pumpkin pie, and barbershop delight.  Phew!  That's a lot of cookin, Chantel!   Way to go, it all turned out Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/STtIYJLeWFI/AAAAAAAAAio/ri8OEdeSOX4/s1600-h/Oct-Nov+2008+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276890968012773458" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/STtIYJLeWFI/AAAAAAAAAio/ri8OEdeSOX4/s400/Oct-Nov+2008+205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cousins Crew, Jax, and Dax (not so happy this part of the day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for having us over Chantel and Carl!  We had so much fun and hopefully next time we get together we'll ALL feel well.  We need to play more games next time too ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7596990408249515100-3790044587672964292?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3790044587672964292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=3790044587672964292' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/3790044587672964292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/3790044587672964292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/turkey-day-california-style.html' title='Turkey Day--California style!'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/STtIWWHugRI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Chl_SwLRL0Y/s72-c/Oct-Nov+2008+197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596990408249515100.post-5245517671326748815</id><published>2008-11-20T19:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T19:39:08.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason &amp; Monica's big day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/STs18l04_oI/AAAAAAAAAhM/yK1X-FhuXeU/s1600-h/Oct-Nov+2008+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276870703457042050" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/STs18l04_oI/AAAAAAAAAhM/yK1X-FhuXeU/s400/Oct-Nov+2008+169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/STs18E7wTMI/AAAAAAAAAhE/oTxWuO1qGfo/s1600-h/Oct-Nov+2008+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276870694627462338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/STs18E7wTMI/AAAAAAAAAhE/oTxWuO1qGfo/s400/Oct-Nov+2008+166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276870688674581618" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/STs17uwejHI/AAAAAAAAAg8/uLKZa1fC12Y/s400/Oct-Nov+2008+159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Greg's brother, Jason, married Monica in the Salt Lake Temple. The air was freezing that day, but sunny and clear. It was a beautiful ceremony and reception. Monica's aunt made this adorable little Tux for Dax. We love you Jason and Monica and wish you the best and much happiness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7596990408249515100-5245517671326748815?l=allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5245517671326748815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7596990408249515100&amp;postID=5245517671326748815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/5245517671326748815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7596990408249515100/posts/default/5245517671326748815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allinthelifeofthislittlefamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/jason-monicas-big-day.html' title='Jason &amp; Monica&apos;s big day'/><author><name>Britney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGGNAgiKXo/Tw4evJlWCUI/AAAAAAAABis/hoMC4Rxbf5c/s220/Ballashs%2B131.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlDsKcfTJAE/STs18l04_oI/AAAAAAAAAhM/yK1X-FhuXeU/s72-c/Oct-Nov+2008+169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
