<?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-6939937963164606271</id><updated>2011-09-26T08:50:26.274-07:00</updated><category term='at'/><title type='text'>Cynthia &amp; Garrett Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>208</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-3520228748492665480</id><published>2010-12-28T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T12:05:11.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Snow for Christmas!</title><content type='html'>This is our front yard this weekend - no snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRo_SG8-A0I/AAAAAAAABFU/pnMhruSBci4/s1600/12-27-10%2B165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555822670651458370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRo_SG8-A0I/AAAAAAAABFU/pnMhruSBci4/s320/12-27-10%2B165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys before church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRo_RlWz2bI/AAAAAAAABFM/8BaqJCbk3uY/s1600/daddys%2Bcamera%2B121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555822661633038770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRo_RlWz2bI/AAAAAAAABFM/8BaqJCbk3uY/s320/daddys%2Bcamera%2B121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRo_ReMUzEI/AAAAAAAABFE/lPGk1-lU38E/s1600/daddys%2Bcamera%2B119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555822659710012482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRo_ReMUzEI/AAAAAAAABFE/lPGk1-lU38E/s320/daddys%2Bcamera%2B119.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/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRo_Q3f28GI/AAAAAAAABE8/MroeZGMkv7I/s1600/daddys%2Bcamera%2B117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555822649322958946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRo_Q3f28GI/AAAAAAAABE8/MroeZGMkv7I/s320/daddys%2Bcamera%2B117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-3520228748492665480?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/3520228748492665480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=3520228748492665480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/3520228748492665480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/3520228748492665480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-snow-for-christmas.html' title='No Snow for Christmas!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRo_SG8-A0I/AAAAAAAABFU/pnMhruSBci4/s72-c/12-27-10%2B165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-5485850671968275379</id><published>2010-12-28T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T11:46:15.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day 2010</title><content type='html'>Gabe got sick early Christmas morning with the flu. So, he did some throwing up and looked pale until the afternoon. Here is when we finally let him eat his Christmas ceral - Aliens (after which he threw up again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRo8a_exqwI/AAAAAAAABE0/ViI4QKtP114/s1600/daddys%2Bcamera%2B112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555819524729711362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRo8a_exqwI/AAAAAAAABE0/ViI4QKtP114/s320/daddys%2Bcamera%2B112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma W gave the boys this pirate ship and sea monster for Christmas - It was a hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRo8atvWx2I/AAAAAAAABEs/GhchYl_z13Q/s1600/daddys%2Bcamera%2B110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555819519967414114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRo8atvWx2I/AAAAAAAABEs/GhchYl_z13Q/s320/daddys%2Bcamera%2B110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying Christmas presents - Gabe, Me, Jacob, and Jonathan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRo8aTSsLcI/AAAAAAAABEk/P9_-rzRQjtg/s1600/daddys%2Bcamera%2B108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555819512867859906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRo8aTSsLcI/AAAAAAAABEk/P9_-rzRQjtg/s320/daddys%2Bcamera%2B108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan got a Science kit - Our little scientist was pretty excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRo8Z6-y6lI/AAAAAAAABEU/s7sa_wvvYxA/s1600/daddys%2Bcamera%2B096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555819506341964370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRo8Z6-y6lI/AAAAAAAABEU/s7sa_wvvYxA/s320/daddys%2Bcamera%2B096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob loves Thomas the Train and was elated when he saw his show - as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRo7PAP2EAI/AAAAAAAABEE/ssNv0Ig6fN0/s1600/daddys%2Bcamera%2B097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555818219265462274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRo7PAP2EAI/AAAAAAAABEE/ssNv0Ig6fN0/s320/daddys%2Bcamera%2B097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Daddy and the boys with their new fleece jackets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRo7O5qxiVI/AAAAAAAABD8/t1eURE_MZBg/s1600/12-27-10%2B124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555818217499363666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRo7O5qxiVI/AAAAAAAABD8/t1eURE_MZBg/s320/12-27-10%2B124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garrett opening a present - with that handsome grin on his face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRo7Ofm5RTI/AAAAAAAABD0/WhCMuetFCJo/s1600/12-27-10%2B110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555818210503771442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRo7Ofm5RTI/AAAAAAAABD0/WhCMuetFCJo/s320/12-27-10%2B110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That nice - due to Jacob's Christmas hyperactivity - Gabe and Jonathan ended up sleeping in Jonathan's bed, which has never happened before. When I went to check on them in the middle of the night, this is the scene I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555818231720253538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRo7PupTGGI/AAAAAAAABEM/_36r8XysOLA/s320/12-27-10%2B137.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;It was a wonderful Christmas and we were (and are) very blessed.&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/6939937963164606271-5485850671968275379?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/5485850671968275379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=5485850671968275379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/5485850671968275379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/5485850671968275379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2010/12/gabe-got-sick-early-christmas-morning.html' title='Christmas Day 2010'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRo8a_exqwI/AAAAAAAABE0/ViI4QKtP114/s72-c/daddys%2Bcamera%2B112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-7973625995320161609</id><published>2010-12-28T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T10:25:58.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did our Christmas a day early, because Garrett was scheduled to work (but they put him on call.....again!). This was our Christmas Eve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRooO1C7PJI/AAAAAAAABDU/toOpo81oEUc/s1600/12-27-10%2B087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555797325537557650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRooO1C7PJI/AAAAAAAABDU/toOpo81oEUc/s320/12-27-10%2B087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Garrett, Gabe, Jonathan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRooOiV7z2I/AAAAAAAABDM/6ovDAm8rGtk/s1600/12-27-10%2B084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555797320517013346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRooOiV7z2I/AAAAAAAABDM/6ovDAm8rGtk/s320/12-27-10%2B084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gabe, Me, and Jacob&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRooOOQ3_YI/AAAAAAAABDE/QV366_tJUNQ/s1600/12-27-10%2B077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555797315127082370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRooOOQ3_YI/AAAAAAAABDE/QV366_tJUNQ/s320/12-27-10%2B077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Dad helped Jonathan make this ramp for Jacob and his cars. It was a hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRooN067lbI/AAAAAAAABC8/qD8aK7luuIc/s1600/12-27-10%2B076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555797308324156850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRooN067lbI/AAAAAAAABC8/qD8aK7luuIc/s320/12-27-10%2B076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gabe made Jonathan Wookie Cookies (Thanks to Grandma Platt's recipe!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRooNs-iduI/AAAAAAAABC0/sJg4N7JnbdQ/s1600/12-27-10%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555797306191804130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRooNs-iduI/AAAAAAAABC0/sJg4N7JnbdQ/s320/12-27-10%2B020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle Shawn and Aunt Carissa drew our names for Christmas. Gabe got a cross bow (that he can do without help!); Jonathan got a bow and arrow that he practiced with all day; and Jacob got an elastic band gun. They were hits. Thanks Shawn and Carissa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonathan has been taking pictures over the holidays and here are a couple of the other gifts that we exchanged as a family:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Garrett gave Gabe cheese-filled crackers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555799386971198626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRoqG0fAVKI/AAAAAAAABDc/G2w_1BdZKX0/s320/12-27-10%2B090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacob made (with mom's help) a calendar with a picture of the boys and Garrett taking a rest from a hike we went on during a camping trip.  We hung it on the fridge...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555799393592563906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRoqHNJqWMI/AAAAAAAABDk/eSoo7sFJohg/s320/12-27-10%2B106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-7973625995320161609?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/7973625995320161609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=7973625995320161609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/7973625995320161609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/7973625995320161609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-eve-2010.html' title='Christmas Eve 2010'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRooO1C7PJI/AAAAAAAABDU/toOpo81oEUc/s72-c/12-27-10%2B087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-4427213199714520553</id><published>2010-12-28T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T10:06:20.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Joseph's Homecoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Uncle Joseph came home from his mission on December 2nd. It was so exciting for the boys to see him. My knee had developed an allergic reaction, so I was not able to walk. Garrett had to work, so my darling mother pushed me around the airport, while keeping track of three distractable boys. Joseph ended up coming on a later flight, so it was a long afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRolDhhjQYI/AAAAAAAABCM/H2DatWawzVA/s1600/12-27-10%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555793832783856002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRolDhhjQYI/AAAAAAAABCM/H2DatWawzVA/s320/12-27-10%2B007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vincent, Jonathan, Hadley, Corbin, Gabe, Bradyn waiting and waiting and waiting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRolDKD4gUI/AAAAAAAABCE/CLsmOmZmFao/s1600/12-27-10%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555793826485403970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRolDKD4gUI/AAAAAAAABCE/CLsmOmZmFao/s320/12-27-10%2B005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gabe getting a little silly while he waited.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555793837625131506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRolDzjzQfI/AAAAAAAABCU/JdTRvT5Y5Yo/s320/12-27-10%2B009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle Joseph is finally here!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555793841007933538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRolEAKUuGI/AAAAAAAABCc/UjXbWK5M-R8/s320/12-27-10%2B011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nephews w/Uncle Joseph: Bradyn, Vincent, Jonathan, Corbin, Jacob, Gabe, Andy, Hadley &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to have pictures to show how the boys grew while Uncle Joseph was away, so here's the shot right before he left....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555795675670186770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRomuyz5CxI/AAAAAAAABCs/oklhwNQ0_70/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And when he came home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555793847746611794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRolEZQ8ylI/AAAAAAAABCk/QuqJ-rsiH8M/s320/12-27-10%2B014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bottom picture was at a restarant where we after leaving the airport.&lt;br /&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/6939937963164606271-4427213199714520553?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/4427213199714520553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=4427213199714520553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/4427213199714520553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/4427213199714520553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2010/12/uncle-josephs-homecoming.html' title='Uncle Joseph&apos;s Homecoming'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRolDhhjQYI/AAAAAAAABCM/H2DatWawzVA/s72-c/12-27-10%2B007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-6494026257199037566</id><published>2010-12-28T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T09:53:50.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Surgery and Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>On November 17th, I had my menniscus (?spelling) operated on.  Garrett went with me for the surgery, which went well, and then, he left me in the caring hands of my mom and dad, and took the boys to hang out with Garrent's mom and Darrell for a few days, leaving me better able to relax and recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back home, they stopped at Brandon and Mandy's house and played with their cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRodYpz9YyI/AAAAAAAABB8/2E6Ivo3BLrA/s1600/daddys%2Bcamera%2B043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555785399692780322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRodYpz9YyI/AAAAAAAABB8/2E6Ivo3BLrA/s320/daddys%2Bcamera%2B043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRodYN2BJGI/AAAAAAAABB0/5wUQ7ijg7cY/s1600/daddys%2Bcamera%2B041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555785392185222242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRodYN2BJGI/AAAAAAAABB0/5wUQ7ijg7cY/s320/daddys%2Bcamera%2B041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Thanksgiving, we went to my mother's parent's home.  This is me with my grandpa, sporting my new hairdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRoc0GYTj7I/AAAAAAAABBs/nQh9QS6Cuog/s1600/daddys%2Bcamera%2B066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555784771706261426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRoc0GYTj7I/AAAAAAAABBs/nQh9QS6Cuog/s320/daddys%2Bcamera%2B066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garrett and Jacob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRocz85ITMI/AAAAAAAABBk/c3fbcX2HAPg/s1600/daddys%2Bcamera%2B068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555784769159580866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRocz85ITMI/AAAAAAAABBk/c3fbcX2HAPg/s320/daddys%2Bcamera%2B068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie, Maylee, and Grandpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRoczsgEpqI/AAAAAAAABBc/5l4tfPbIUs0/s1600/daddys%2Bcamera%2B070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555784764759516834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRoczsgEpqI/AAAAAAAABBc/5l4tfPbIUs0/s320/daddys%2Bcamera%2B070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie, Maylee, Mathew, and Grandpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRoczW6DxgI/AAAAAAAABBU/CZvaj6En7g8/s1600/daddys%2Bcamera%2B072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555784758962931202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRoczW6DxgI/AAAAAAAABBU/CZvaj6En7g8/s320/daddys%2Bcamera%2B072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe, Uncle Dave, Brooke, and Mathew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRoczLySB0I/AAAAAAAABBM/J2FCuBcub-8/s1600/daddys%2Bcamera%2B074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555784755977520962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRoczLySB0I/AAAAAAAABBM/J2FCuBcub-8/s320/daddys%2Bcamera%2B074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and Grandpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRocHlGD7OI/AAAAAAAABBE/hvXOWG9fIHM/s1600/daddys%2Bcamera%2B075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555784006857125090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRocHlGD7OI/AAAAAAAABBE/hvXOWG9fIHM/s320/daddys%2Bcamera%2B075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan, Jacob, Grandpa, and Gabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRocHaTBVsI/AAAAAAAABA8/6Rt15mztq30/s1600/daddys%2Bcamera%2B076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555784003958691522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRocHaTBVsI/AAAAAAAABA8/6Rt15mztq30/s320/daddys%2Bcamera%2B076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding on Daddy's back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRocHIUoneI/AAAAAAAABA0/-8AkQenmbpQ/s1600/daddys%2Bcamera%2B077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555783999133621730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRocHIUoneI/AAAAAAAABA0/-8AkQenmbpQ/s320/daddys%2Bcamera%2B077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Doug, Grandma, and Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRocGzwGiAI/AAAAAAAABAs/FxX6RN4o4BM/s1600/daddys%2Bcamera%2B079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555783993611683842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRocGzwGiAI/AAAAAAAABAs/FxX6RN4o4BM/s320/daddys%2Bcamera%2B079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma, a sleeping Jacob on Grandpa's lap, Me, Mom, Uncle Doug's head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRocGZzVsHI/AAAAAAAABAk/fFZIoWhTBxE/s1600/daddys%2Bcamera%2B082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555783986645938290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRocGZzVsHI/AAAAAAAABAk/fFZIoWhTBxE/s320/daddys%2Bcamera%2B082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/6939937963164606271-6494026257199037566?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/6494026257199037566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=6494026257199037566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/6494026257199037566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/6494026257199037566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-surgery-and-thanksgiving.html' title='My Surgery and Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TRodYpz9YyI/AAAAAAAABB8/2E6Ivo3BLrA/s72-c/daddys%2Bcamera%2B043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-8163232981935207016</id><published>2010-11-17T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T09:24:19.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Latest Goings-On</title><content type='html'>Well, I haven't been very good at keeping up on all this, but I'll blame it on our lack of Internet connection.  Here is the latest and greatest in our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan, Jacob, and Gabe playing on their favorite toy - Daddy! (who just buzzed his hair).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TOP6lCeEJRI/AAAAAAAABAY/imRkU9pGAf0/s1600/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540547480820917522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TOP6lCeEJRI/AAAAAAAABAY/imRkU9pGAf0/s320/064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snuggling up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TOP6kgrzZxI/AAAAAAAABAQ/wjLIOXhqyPI/s1600/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540547471751735058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TOP6kgrzZxI/AAAAAAAABAQ/wjLIOXhqyPI/s320/061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Halloween Party at my parents house - Ryan, Jonathan, Gabe, Katie, Brooke, Rachel, Sarah, Jacob, Owen and Emmy on the floor - Aren't they all darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TOP6j04EP1I/AAAAAAAABAI/mjcs5KEs298/s1600/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540547459992010578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TOP6j04EP1I/AAAAAAAABAI/mjcs5KEs298/s320/052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonathan - Spiderman; Gabe - Happy Feet Penguin; Jacob - Thomas the Train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TOP6jRmKE7I/AAAAAAAABAA/xb4ZRxuw06E/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540547450521654194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TOP6jRmKE7I/AAAAAAAABAA/xb4ZRxuw06E/s320/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip to the Pumpkin Patch - Gabe, Jacob, and Jonathan waiting for the tractor ride....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TOP6ioKA2hI/AAAAAAAAA_4/Lh3hlokRZyc/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540547439397755410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TOP6ioKA2hI/AAAAAAAAA_4/Lh3hlokRZyc/s320/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pumpking Patch - Jonathan, Gabe, and Jacob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TOP5priVYVI/AAAAAAAAA_w/hPro9VLBPjE/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540546461052526930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TOP5priVYVI/AAAAAAAAA_w/hPro9VLBPjE/s320/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe, Jacob, and Jonathan eating spaghetti - lots of spaghetti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TOP5pOG2ScI/AAAAAAAAA_o/gc35gnlVQy0/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540546453152614850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TOP5pOG2ScI/AAAAAAAAA_o/gc35gnlVQy0/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob in the bathtub - playing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TOP5oLtQAVI/AAAAAAAAA_g/xInIgQQKLiI/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540546435328508242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TOP5oLtQAVI/AAAAAAAAA_g/xInIgQQKLiI/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decorating Ginger Bread Cookies after Family Home Evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TOP5n_u2BuI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/lowqCvaK2wI/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540546432113968866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TOP5n_u2BuI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/lowqCvaK2wI/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching a show with Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TOP5nXkB4mI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/b-u732j-Myo/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540546421331190370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TOP5nXkB4mI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/b-u732j-Myo/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is in our neighbor's yard - They were gone and the boys raked up their leaves as a service.  I was so proud of them that they thought of this themselves.  The, of course, they had to play in the leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TOP48nqkGbI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gLVRU7uNBY0/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540545686919190962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TOP48nqkGbI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gLVRU7uNBY0/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent the boys downstairs to watch a show while I got dinner on and I came down to a very quiet room......too quiet.  Yes, they're all passed out.  No sleep tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TOP48Db7U_I/AAAAAAAAA-4/Kva7fNVeGYk/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540545677194122226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TOP48Db7U_I/AAAAAAAAA-4/Kva7fNVeGYk/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe's birthday party - He got a Star Wars Icecream cake - It was a big hit.  Four wonderful years with our "big boy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TOP47cCTNiI/AAAAAAAAA-w/h7y4oLZl2BA/s1600/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540545666617652770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TOP47cCTNiI/AAAAAAAAA-w/h7y4oLZl2BA/s320/049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe loves Star Wars - as you can see.  Here's a b-day present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TOP461FjuCI/AAAAAAAAA-o/earphG4M7uE/s1600/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540545656162334754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TOP461FjuCI/AAAAAAAAA-o/earphG4M7uE/s320/045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This whole post is kind of backwards.  Gabe's b-day was back in August and the shaved head picture of Garrett just happened.&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/6939937963164606271-8163232981935207016?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/8163232981935207016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=8163232981935207016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/8163232981935207016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/8163232981935207016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2010/11/latest-goings-on.html' title='The Latest Goings-On'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TOP6lCeEJRI/AAAAAAAABAY/imRkU9pGAf0/s72-c/064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-6745666686402813801</id><published>2010-08-15T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T14:35:53.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Summer Activities</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505732083273669842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhKKLv_nNI/AAAAAAAAA64/PB5SFegvYfs/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our annual trip to St. George - playing on the red rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505739401573668178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhQ0KirlVI/AAAAAAAAA7A/x7DZNdJfHYc/s320/077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan played T-ball - It was a lot of fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pictures from our family campout. We had a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhZHEFRCoI/AAAAAAAAA-I/QGqult_sO1k/s1600/119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505748522350217858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhZHEFRCoI/AAAAAAAAA-I/QGqult_sO1k/s320/119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhXQ-KXlsI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/ZhafX44gsQg/s1600/107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505746493536442050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhXQ-KXlsI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/ZhafX44gsQg/s320/107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one was one a hike - resting in the shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhXQY1wLcI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BiXE1i1cz7U/s1600/104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505746483517861314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhXQY1wLcI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BiXE1i1cz7U/s320/104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whittling with Dad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhXQKxuF0I/AAAAAAAAA9A/lCbJOTzSnwc/s1600/106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505746479742850882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhXQKxuF0I/AAAAAAAAA9A/lCbJOTzSnwc/s320/106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The hike....(again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhXPvnn7RI/AAAAAAAAA84/uSAjQelr5G4/s1600/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505746472452746514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhXPvnn7RI/AAAAAAAAA84/uSAjQelr5G4/s320/105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhUtO6-I0I/AAAAAAAAA8w/ESOs2l45C1Q/s1600/102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505743680536716098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhUtO6-I0I/AAAAAAAAA8w/ESOs2l45C1Q/s320/102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eating a yummy dinner - prepared by dad (ahhhhh! how I love camping)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Zollinger Family Reunion at Bear Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhUsm2RdfI/AAAAAAAAA8o/yP_XdUJQDMk/s1600/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505743669779592690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhUsm2RdfI/AAAAAAAAA8o/yP_XdUJQDMk/s320/085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing the pinnocle tournament (Carla and I took 2nd and mom and Steph took 1st)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505739428223507890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhQ1t0f3bI/AAAAAAAAA7g/4byMsGvEpok/s320/9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Jonathan and Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505739413892451506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhQ04btTLI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/Kj4kMfo9RQo/s320/6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Jacob - practicing for his plumbing profession&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505742137035931538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhTTY7tP5I/AAAAAAAAA7o/GhJ4a8gMiv0/s320/13.bmp" border="0" /&gt;The famous raspberry milkshakes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhUsUkLgnI/AAAAAAAAA8g/bfVnwGgnX8Q/s1600/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505743664871866994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhUsUkLgnI/AAAAAAAAA8g/bfVnwGgnX8Q/s320/075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids watching Veggie Tales for the 14th time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4th of July Celebration with the Platt's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhUryInIWI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/lUu9_opw8hg/s1600/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505743655629431138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhUryInIWI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/lUu9_opw8hg/s320/073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The oldest grandson's - Jonathan, Cael, and Corbin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhUrhrOzJI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Pz1HXS2cC1U/s1600/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505743651211234450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhUrhrOzJI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Pz1HXS2cC1U/s320/067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gabe and Jacob watching fireworks with Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhTVUva0hI/AAAAAAAAA8I/00VZaxJSS7s/s1600/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505742170270388754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhTVUva0hI/AAAAAAAAA8I/00VZaxJSS7s/s320/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Roasting marshmellows (my boys call them mushrooms.....we're trying to change that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhTU1BTDEI/AAAAAAAAA8A/D2xRHjvQ8Fw/s1600/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505742161755442242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhTU1BTDEI/AAAAAAAAA8A/D2xRHjvQ8Fw/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhTUEchKeI/AAAAAAAAA74/xj9qVrnMesw/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505742148716276194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhTUEchKeI/AAAAAAAAA74/xj9qVrnMesw/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhQ1dw3CVI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/XBnQLzMc1E4/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505739423913281874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhQ1dw3CVI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/XBnQLzMc1E4/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More fireworks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family party in Provo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhQ0a7sm2I/AAAAAAAAA7I/MnmcOFBM8AY/s1600/JUNE+2010+116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505739405973560162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhQ0a7sm2I/AAAAAAAAA7I/MnmcOFBM8AY/s320/JUNE+2010+116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505748526627920162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhZHUBJmSI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/XzDZvM2LrmQ/s320/126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The 2nd annual TriZathalon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505753330999901058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhde9ssO4I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/VAPUoftncl0/s320/136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6939937963164606271-6745666686402813801?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/6745666686402813801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=6745666686402813801' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/6745666686402813801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/6745666686402813801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2010/08/our-annual-trip-to-st.html' title='Our Summer Activities'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/TGhKKLv_nNI/AAAAAAAAA64/PB5SFegvYfs/s72-c/039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-1118004391228210689</id><published>2010-04-09T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T10:50:31.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>My cousin Trina took these pictures - This top one is the one we chose for our family picture.  But they all look great.  This is at a park in Orem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458192500019589042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S79lKPdeb7I/AAAAAAAAA5o/G5xFmljGjP8/s320/IMG_8933+-+Small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458192511065119730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S79lK4m72_I/AAAAAAAAA54/QAK9qSBueSo/s320/IMG_8948+-+Small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458193992053708482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S79mhFuIVsI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/lW4l06fLBNw/s320/IMG_8991+-+Small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458192524362059906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S79lLqJLEII/AAAAAAAAA6I/YIWVB9aGn6Y/s320/IMG_8973+-+Small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458193994980788146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S79mhQoAB7I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/-y5XqOYV30o/s320/IMG_9007+-+Small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458194002334364514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S79mhsBOs2I/AAAAAAAAA6g/oR0_lciiDwc/s320/IMG_9013+-+Small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458192508572809074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S79lKvUuN3I/AAAAAAAAA5w/Ph2NTguXx0c/s320/IMG_8942+-+Small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458194011332312722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S79miNigfpI/AAAAAAAAA6o/Kdn9MfGscwU/s320/IMG_9036+-+Small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S79miVyWHZI/AAAAAAAAA6w/ZKtzHDoLRno/s1600/IMG_9070+-+Small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458194013546225042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S79miVyWHZI/AAAAAAAAA6w/ZKtzHDoLRno/s320/IMG_9070+-+Small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S79lLc_YzhI/AAAAAAAAA6A/niJtOyjiDmc/s1600/IMG_8958+-+Small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458192520831356434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S79lLc_YzhI/AAAAAAAAA6A/niJtOyjiDmc/s320/IMG_8958+-+Small.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-1118004391228210689?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/1118004391228210689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=1118004391228210689' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/1118004391228210689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/1118004391228210689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2010/04/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S79lKPdeb7I/AAAAAAAAA5o/G5xFmljGjP8/s72-c/IMG_8933+-+Small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-5734481522035844012</id><published>2010-02-21T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T16:37:10.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January Highlights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HOW9VgdKI/AAAAAAAAA3k/XfzDSOtCXd0/s1600-h/garrett+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440856718657483938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HOW9VgdKI/AAAAAAAAA3k/XfzDSOtCXd0/s320/garrett+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New Year's party at Grandma and Grandpa's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HQA5FQ_kI/AAAAAAAAA5E/JXBgzEiH9xo/s1600-h/garrett+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440858538581753410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HQA5FQ_kI/AAAAAAAAA5E/JXBgzEiH9xo/s320/garrett+070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Garrett and Gabe with Gabe's new haircut from Aunt Stephie - Cute, huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HQAVUhwbI/AAAAAAAAA48/2LNrZhwQWg4/s1600-h/garrett+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440858528982090162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HQAVUhwbI/AAAAAAAAA48/2LNrZhwQWg4/s320/garrett+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our hometeacher's family gave us a bunch of toys - Here's the lincoln log cabin that Jonathan and his dad built.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440857804205897586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HPWJUat3I/AAAAAAAAA4k/NQ7IiE-HMEQ/s320/garrett+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jacob's 2nd birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HP_Y8cInI/AAAAAAAAA40/1UuIq80GQSQ/s1600-h/garrett+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440858512774931058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HP_Y8cInI/AAAAAAAAA40/1UuIq80GQSQ/s320/garrett+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob's birthday cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HPWZCqiWI/AAAAAAAAA4s/mFz6f2kZ-9A/s1600-h/garrett+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440857808426404194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HPWZCqiWI/AAAAAAAAA4s/mFz6f2kZ-9A/s320/garrett+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brothers peering (somewhat jealously) at Jacob's new toy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HPVm2eZ_I/AAAAAAAAA4c/2bXnUBf9aFI/s1600-h/garrett+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440857794953504754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HPVm2eZ_I/AAAAAAAAA4c/2bXnUBf9aFI/s320/garrett+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture because this is how Garrett kneels for family prayer and now, all the boys do it to, but not because their knees hurt them, but because they want to be like Daddy!  And this is a doll that Jacob has taken to - I've even seem him kissing it....right before he kicks it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HPVJvCcII/AAAAAAAAA4U/oHrbH8NJdGI/s1600-h/garrett+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440857787137683586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HPVJvCcII/AAAAAAAAA4U/oHrbH8NJdGI/s320/garrett+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a hard night and I ended up in the guest bed, so Garrett could sleep, and Jonathan ended up in bed with me.  Then, I woke up and read my scriptures and before long, Jacob joined me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HPUk-O2sI/AAAAAAAAA4M/3UEngYoOcuU/s1600-h/garrett+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440857777269299906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HPUk-O2sI/AAAAAAAAA4M/3UEngYoOcuU/s320/garrett+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carol and Bryan came out for Garrett's birthday and we had lots of fun and made lots of plans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HOZCPodrI/AAAAAAAAA4E/G5MjgHoyyxA/s1600-h/garrett+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440856754334758578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HOZCPodrI/AAAAAAAAA4E/G5MjgHoyyxA/s320/garrett+068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Garrett was cleaning out some of his stuff and the boys were helping him.  Soon, they came upstairs dressed like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HOXumHdII/AAAAAAAAA3s/n-3p_G1lzVk/s1600-h/garrett+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440856731880486018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HOXumHdII/AAAAAAAAA3s/n-3p_G1lzVk/s320/garrett+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sir Gabe - my little knight in browning armour.&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/6939937963164606271-5734481522035844012?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/5734481522035844012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=5734481522035844012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/5734481522035844012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/5734481522035844012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2010/02/january-highlights.html' title='January Highlights'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HOW9VgdKI/AAAAAAAAA3k/XfzDSOtCXd0/s72-c/garrett+030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-7059485665774113545</id><published>2010-02-21T15:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T15:47:22.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Fun</title><content type='html'>Well, here's some stuff from Christmas this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HEshlIeDI/AAAAAAAAA2M/Pa3z52QkS2U/s1600-h/089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440846094047672370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HEshlIeDI/AAAAAAAAA2M/Pa3z52QkS2U/s320/089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is hide-and-seek when mommy's counting - Everyone ends up in the closet.  Jacob loves finding people - Hiding's ok, if you can find him quick.  Gabe still thinks it's fun to hide in the same place every time.  Jonathan is getting into the game more and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HEsL-rYpI/AAAAAAAAA2E/W3w8E2VQCPE/s1600-h/garrett+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440846088249238162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HEsL-rYpI/AAAAAAAAA2E/W3w8E2VQCPE/s320/garrett+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is at the local Festival of Trees.  While we waited for Jonathan to perform, Gabe got on Santa's lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HEriyZ4lI/AAAAAAAAA18/ynEo0WevTNA/s1600-h/garrett+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440846077191905874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HEriyZ4lI/AAAAAAAAA18/ynEo0WevTNA/s320/garrett+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jonathan is about dead center, with an elf hat on, 2nd row from the front, with his hands covering his teeth, and most likely not singing, but very happy to be with the people who are singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HEq2OYfLI/AAAAAAAAA10/8uOwWk0KNPg/s1600-h/garrett+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440846065229659314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HEq2OYfLI/AAAAAAAAA10/8uOwWk0KNPg/s320/garrett+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Christmas morning when the boys came in.  As always, Gabe is pulling a crazy face; Jacob is showing a typical I-just-woke-up-so-don't-smile-at-me look.  Jonathan's got a big smile on.  I don't remember why they're wearing shoes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HEqdUv0VI/AAAAAAAAA1s/LrzhnEysSTg/s1600-h/garrett+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440846058545467730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HEqdUv0VI/AAAAAAAAA1s/LrzhnEysSTg/s320/garrett+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For Christmas, each of the boys got hats.  I love it!&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/6939937963164606271-7059485665774113545?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/7059485665774113545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=7059485665774113545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/7059485665774113545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/7059485665774113545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2010/02/christmas-fun.html' title='Christmas Fun'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HEshlIeDI/AAAAAAAAA2M/Pa3z52QkS2U/s72-c/089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-1859717629218619084</id><published>2010-02-21T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T16:14:23.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall back to fall - An Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HJ6xgEplI/AAAAAAAAA3c/gAT7QdDPqaE/s1600-h/Jacob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440851836397725266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HJ6xgEplI/AAAAAAAAA3c/gAT7QdDPqaE/s320/Jacob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gabe and a cow on the Zollinger Farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HJtQSsniI/AAAAAAAAA3U/dB5QNyZEJ0o/s1600-h/Feeding+the+cows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440851604144954914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HJtQSsniI/AAAAAAAAA3U/dB5QNyZEJ0o/s320/Feeding+the+cows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Feeding cows the corn husks (Gabe, Uncle Joseph, Brooke, Jacob, Owen).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440848997091884994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HHVgQzv8I/AAAAAAAAA2k/fPMEe8eXS7k/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of September, Garrett's Grandma Platt died. The oldest son from each of her children's families were each pall bearers. So there's Garrett, on the front right side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HHWrN5III/AAAAAAAAA20/Gc5CYStSa5o/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440849017212313730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HHWrN5III/AAAAAAAAA20/Gc5CYStSa5o/s320/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Garrett again, and Jacob in the bottom left side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HHWMpLE5I/AAAAAAAAA2s/-CApRxuG4Mc/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440849009005237138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HHWMpLE5I/AAAAAAAAA2s/-CApRxuG4Mc/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In this picture, you can see a little boy that I do not know (on the left), then Hadley, Gabe, Jacob on my lap, Jonathan, Corbin, and Vincent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HHVIVrV1I/AAAAAAAAA2c/ktpyHcneORM/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440848990669854546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HHVIVrV1I/AAAAAAAAA2c/ktpyHcneORM/s320/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the funeral and grave dedication, we went over to the grave of Garrett's brother, Aaron. The boys had kept a rose from Grandma Platt's grave (w/permission), and they set one of them on the headstone. I thought it was a great picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HJsqkWMzI/AAAAAAAAA3E/zrPdqsHrtEw/s1600-h/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440851594018435890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HJsqkWMzI/AAAAAAAAA3E/zrPdqsHrtEw/s320/066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On October 20th, Jonathan lost his first tooth while mommy was away at school, Garrett took pictures and he called to tell me about it - hence the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HJsGt168I/AAAAAAAAA28/mXiQ7IL0Pvk/s1600-h/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440851584394587074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HJsGt168I/AAAAAAAAA28/mXiQ7IL0Pvk/s320/061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys build a fort  in their room (I think), while mommy was away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HJtP3ZwbI/AAAAAAAAA3M/5aHiT5-1250/s1600-h/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440851604030472626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HJtP3ZwbI/AAAAAAAAA3M/5aHiT5-1250/s320/080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Forcing Gabe (a knight with a ninja sword and sheild) to go trick-or-treat'ing (Can't we stay home and get candy; Can we go home yet; let's get out of here) with Jonathan (Wolverine), and Jacob (the scarecrow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HHUQV76tI/AAAAAAAAA2U/qY3m8alzuaY/s1600-h/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440848975638555346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HHUQV76tI/AAAAAAAAA2U/qY3m8alzuaY/s320/105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Jonathan's Thanksgiving party. Jonathan, AKA Wolf Man, is doing an indian dance with drum music.&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/6939937963164606271-1859717629218619084?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/1859717629218619084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=1859717629218619084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/1859717629218619084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/1859717629218619084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2010/02/fall-back-to-fall-update.html' title='Fall back to fall - An Update'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/S4HJ6xgEplI/AAAAAAAAA3c/gAT7QdDPqaE/s72-c/Jacob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-3791845761401703036</id><published>2009-09-12T19:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T20:28:27.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Overview</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been busy, but here's some tidbits from our summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a family reunion with my mother's family.  My cousin Trina is an incredible photographer and took some cute pictures of the boys.  Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380777700173232418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Sqxcz0orOSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/08ane68oTWE/s320/Cox+Reunion5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This one's Gabe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380777693481557634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SqxczbtQXoI/AAAAAAAAAy8/ruN7y5gf4LA/s320/Cox+Reunion6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jacob is fascinated with the balloons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380777670847469826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SqxcyHY3mQI/AAAAAAAAAys/4PrUrqBHRvQ/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this one - Jonathan's in the middle of a carnival - loaded with his goods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380777685852814546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Sqxcy_Sa_NI/AAAAAAAAAy0/HgjalyW0M04/s320/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks later for the 24th of July, my grandpa was honored as one of the oldest veterans in his community.  This is the program.  On the end is mom and my Aunt Marianna, followed by Grandma and Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Maylee - My sister Melanie's 3rd child.  She was born the end of July.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380780626984929490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SqxfeL29iNI/AAAAAAAAA1M/JEHdcEvAvls/s320/Maylee2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another addition to the family gatherings....Stephanie is dating Dan.  They've been dating for some time and we've gotten the chance to enjoy him a lot this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380778624888803778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SqxdppeDEcI/AAAAAAAAAz0/34dAd1IfSSk/s320/garrett+116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our First Annual family triathlon.  The sign is Melanie's head - representing that she was "a head" all the way.  She was "unavoidably detained" in the hospital with the above baby's birth.  She'll be back for next year's triathlon and will most likely cream everyone, I'm sure!  This is the beginning of the 3 mile run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SqxfeiSd7rI/AAAAAAAAA1c/3q3qBlCw6gU/s1600-h/Triathlon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380780633005878962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SqxfeiSd7rI/AAAAAAAAA1c/3q3qBlCw6gU/s320/Triathlon2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is after the run and the 14-mile bike, as we got ready for the 500 yard swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SqxfeXTRZTI/AAAAAAAAA1U/gjnXalAhj8k/s1600-h/Triathlon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380780630056461618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SqxfeXTRZTI/AAAAAAAAA1U/gjnXalAhj8k/s320/Triathlon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380780641402851602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SqxffBkdkRI/AAAAAAAAA1k/WnwuFzdhVAo/s320/Triathlon3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;While I was tired at the end, it was fun to do this as a family and I believe we'll do it again next year.  Also, tooting my own horn a little, I won the bike!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a family picture from Garrett's family's reunion.  Everyone of Garrett's siblings are there and most of the rest of everyone.  We're missing Amanda's husband Ben.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380778593616787362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Sqxdn0-N96I/AAAAAAAAAzU/ZaS3189hkic/s320/garrett+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Garrett's dad sent us home with Garrett's sister's old car, to help out with my latest ventures (of which I will speak later).  When we cleaned it out, we found this pair of glasses and Gabe claimed them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380778604324728562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Sqxdoc3MLvI/AAAAAAAAAzc/vpOUO3Dn3BY/s320/garrett+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With August full of fun, we had the triathlon the first weekend, Garrett's family's reunion the 2nd weekend, and my family's reunion two weekends later.  Here's my dad with Gabe and little Emmy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380778606660546642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SqxdolkF8FI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Nft_41BPEDE/s320/garrett+067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is at the lake, as we got ready to canoe.  Garrett, Brooke, and Melanie are behind, and Jacob, Jonathan, and Gabe are in front - I just love that they're holding hands!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380778613822929906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SqxdpAPvO_I/AAAAAAAAAzs/yUaSWpFSv1w/s320/garrett+086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And right before we left, we had Gabe's b-day party.  He didn't ask for much, just a Wiggles cake and a yellow blanket.  He was so fun - the way he'd get so excited.  This is him cheering for the cake with a Wiggles car on top - thanks to his father finding one at Toys-R-Us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380779439942616386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SqxeZFyBRUI/AAAAAAAAAz8/daSGeMfxRI8/s320/garrett+097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt Carla got a big cheer too, when he saw his new shirts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380779459634131778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SqxeaPI180I/AAAAAAAAA0M/p0spVObl3-I/s320/garrett+136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here is the aforementioned blanket.  Pretty exciting, huh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380779447709334034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SqxeZitv-hI/AAAAAAAAA0E/cKgmrwibMCg/s320/garrett+141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so fun to put a lot of work into something and feel that it's really appreciated, and boy!  did my little Gabe make it all worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380779466668915042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SqxeapWEOWI/AAAAAAAAA0U/hKK1RUnCWTI/s320/garrett+139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the lunch before we left and Garrett getting a little to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380779476375979682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SqxebNgaRqI/AAAAAAAAA0c/QrhkBD7crW0/s320/garrett+120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards, out of tradition and because it's a blast, we went to a nearby swimming facility.  Here's Gabe and Jacob with Dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380780299577832290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SqxfLILBs2I/AAAAAAAAA00/6lm8WbP1I3U/s320/garrett+143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's Jonathan - big eyed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380780292647175730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SqxfKuWoRjI/AAAAAAAAA0s/uYs2hj7qp5w/s320/garrett+147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacob had a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380780281682030466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SqxfKFgVb4I/AAAAAAAAA0k/qHUyMfISIEA/s320/garrett+144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the next Monday, Jonathan began school.  Doesn't he look excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380780308156942946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SqxfLoIcimI/AAAAAAAAA08/EgeTpSfshys/s320/garrett+151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since Jonathan started school, Gabe has decided he doesn't need naps.  This is what he looked like when I went to check on him .....definitely not asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380780318503805890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SqxfMOrVI8I/AAAAAAAAA1E/UqSfeSinP7Q/s320/garrett+153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garrett was able to sell a stove that we bought last spring.  He had to take some pictures of the inside and when he went to look at them - someone had popped into the back of the picture.&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Sqxc0TaeeHI/AAAAAAAAAzM/WeSE1u1hglQ/s1600-h/garrett+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380777708435175538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Sqxc0TaeeHI/AAAAAAAAAzM/WeSE1u1hglQ/s320/garrett+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that was our summer.  I am going to school this fall - a school 2.5 hours away.  So, I leave my little men with my big men Tuesday - Thursday.  Then, I'm mom on the weekend.  It's a lot of work and I feel like I run from one thing to the other.  This weekend, I put up 14 bottles of salsa, some pickles, and some stewed tomatoes, and the fun just keeps on coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am guessing that you won't hear from me again until December.&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/6939937963164606271-3791845761401703036?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/3791845761401703036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=3791845761401703036' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/3791845761401703036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/3791845761401703036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-overview.html' title='Summer Overview'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Sqxcz0orOSI/AAAAAAAAAzE/08ane68oTWE/s72-c/Cox+Reunion5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-6747494311443670212</id><published>2009-06-28T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T17:25:21.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Anniverary Trip</title><content type='html'>Well, we got to celebrate our anniversary together on Tuesday and Wednesday.  My mom and dad came and took care of the kids while we were gone.  We just went some place not so far away and camped and 4-wheeled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wildflowers were everywhere and gorgeous.  The standing water was attracting all these colorful moth/small butterfly things and as we'd drive by they'd flutter around us.  It was magical.  And.....while we drove on the 4-wheeler, I could focus on us - the two of us.  I could help Garrett without distraction and we could talk without interruption, and it was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thanks to Garrett who took care of trip - I got everything ready for mom and dad and the kids, but Garrett got the whole trip planned and executed.  It was wonderful!  Sorry no pictures, but the ones engraved on my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-6747494311443670212?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/6747494311443670212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=6747494311443670212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/6747494311443670212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/6747494311443670212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/06/perfect-anniverary-trip.html' title='The Perfect Anniverary Trip'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-5006489863737429542</id><published>2009-06-14T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:37:21.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Camping Trip #1</title><content type='html'>Here's Garrett looking the car over and realizing - There's just no way all our stuff is going to fit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347390941393600226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SjW_usDoPuI/AAAAAAAAAxs/QpsNfaChANg/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garrett set up such a nice camp.  And the boys all got dressed up for the camping experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347391579104813090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SjXATzt1ICI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Mc0wObsAAsI/s320/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Jacob too, with his bandana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SjXATVaEz_I/AAAAAAAAAyc/MEjYlUyG2lk/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347391570968891378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SjXATVaEz_I/AAAAAAAAAyc/MEjYlUyG2lk/s320/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all of them together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SjXATMb5EmI/AAAAAAAAAyU/KIvhNEX5eoo/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347391568560591458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SjXATMb5EmI/AAAAAAAAAyU/KIvhNEX5eoo/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gabe was a little tired - We went on this little excursion before breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SjXASy00RoI/AAAAAAAAAyM/IjIsFenO_9I/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347391561685812866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SjXASy00RoI/AAAAAAAAAyM/IjIsFenO_9I/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture - Jonathan, Gabe, Jacob, and Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SjW_vQBpU0I/AAAAAAAAAyE/hX5R-ZKCsnc/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347390951048958786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SjW_vQBpU0I/AAAAAAAAAyE/hX5R-ZKCsnc/s320/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the boys by one of the views.  They look like they're praying - I'm not sure why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SjW_vKCHDVI/AAAAAAAAAx8/5m23D5eAl34/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347390949440294226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SjW_vKCHDVI/AAAAAAAAAx8/5m23D5eAl34/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's us around the campfire as evening settled the first night (these pictures are not really in order).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SjW_uxFwsNI/AAAAAAAAAx0/2DcVvundjfE/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347390942744719570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SjW_uxFwsNI/AAAAAAAAAx0/2DcVvundjfE/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It rained a lot, but we had fun.  We tried to do some fishing, but our boys ate more of the marshmellows than the fish did.  It was a great trip!&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/6939937963164606271-5006489863737429542?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/5006489863737429542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=5006489863737429542' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/5006489863737429542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/5006489863737429542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/06/2009-camping-trip-1.html' title='2009 Camping Trip #1'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SjW_usDoPuI/AAAAAAAAAxs/QpsNfaChANg/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-2162236785026059414</id><published>2009-06-04T20:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:32:33.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Day of My Entire Life.......So Far</title><content type='html'>Today was so wonderful. We packed the kids up after lunch and went into a nearby National Forrest and hiked and played in the water and had snacks and sang songs and drove fast through all the puddles. It was fantastic!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garrett makes everything so perfect by having all the perfect ideas - like letting the boys wear his hats - They love that!  He had a back pack thing with water in it that astounded the boys and he let them practice with the compass and binocular.  I just told him that we had to have a picture of him too - hence, the look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343693586910669218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SiidAVRX6aI/AAAAAAAAAxM/TE90lL5nH8U/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe and Jacob fell asleep on the way there.  As you can see, they were wearing Garrett's hats already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SiidA1mm8eI/AAAAAAAAAxc/oJn_RWUoGsk/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343693595589669346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SiidA1mm8eI/AAAAAAAAAxc/oJn_RWUoGsk/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob wasn't terribly thrilled with being carried on the hike - He's a lot happier here running around.  Towards the end of the day, he was throwing rocks into a little creek and I started throwing big ones in the same spot at the same time - so he thought he was making some incredible splashes.  He loved it until it was time to go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SiidAtdilpI/AAAAAAAAAxU/uVGLxGgnF9M/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343693593404151442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SiidAtdilpI/AAAAAAAAAxU/uVGLxGgnF9M/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's Jonathan's enjoying a snack while his curious little mind studies everything!  OH!  And to his side is his backback with his play camera, binolcular, compass, canteen, etc.  He never took a think out of the pack, but he felt so important carrying it all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SiicHDkUiiI/AAAAAAAAAxE/-8oLNUM1jys/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343692602905758242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SiicHDkUiiI/AAAAAAAAAxE/-8oLNUM1jys/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was just thinking during it all that it doesn't get any better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Garrett found a nest of new little caterpillar's just moving around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SiicGm77NdI/AAAAAAAAAw8/UIEHq0ocTWY/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343692595220133330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SiicGm77NdI/AAAAAAAAAw8/UIEHq0ocTWY/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the boys were amazed!  Gabe doesn't want to get too close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SiicGb4QfBI/AAAAAAAAAw0/xOy3SJe_uTc/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343692592251960338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SiicGb4QfBI/AAAAAAAAAw0/xOy3SJe_uTc/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me, carrying Jacob, with Gabe at my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SiicGBkFhvI/AAAAAAAAAws/MTQ0qjd-JCc/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343692585188034290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SiicGBkFhvI/AAAAAAAAAws/MTQ0qjd-JCc/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was just fantastic - A big thanks to Aunt Carla for the backpack child carrier she gave me when I was pregnant with Jonathan. We couldn't have made it without her. What a wonderful day! I feel so lucky to be the mom of this family.  (In case you have very sharp eyes, there is a flower tucked into my bandana - which incidentally doesn't match, but the one that did is in the laundry - one more thing to do before I go to bed.....anyway, Garrett gave me this wildflower on our first little excursion today - He won my heart.....again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343692576305927250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SiicFgebVFI/AAAAAAAAAwk/QDJs7ZCqzpw/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was my favorite view - I know that the good days come and go and that there are many great things yet to happen in life, but this was the best day yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343693606173180146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SiidBdB6gPI/AAAAAAAAAxk/2PRxDejRIAU/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definitely NOT ..........The End.&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/6939937963164606271-2162236785026059414?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/2162236785026059414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=2162236785026059414' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/2162236785026059414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/2162236785026059414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/06/best-day-of-my-entire-lifeso-far.html' title='The Best Day of My Entire Life.......So Far'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SiidAVRX6aI/AAAAAAAAAxM/TE90lL5nH8U/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-5488137218736248808</id><published>2009-06-02T15:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:50:49.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Singing in the Rain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It rained off and on yesterday. Encouraged by Cousins Rachel and Katie's movie clip where they use their umbrellas in the sprinkles, we let the boys enjoy the rain with umbrellas.  Jacob thought it was a game, where you ducked under the umbrella and then, ran out into the rain.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SiWsOtdIxfI/AAAAAAAAAwc/jrSrNoTdSHM/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342865901664912882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SiWsOtdIxfI/AAAAAAAAAwc/jrSrNoTdSHM/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shows Jacob and Gabe playing under the umbrella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SiWsOZaw9bI/AAAAAAAAAwU/BBPYFzSA_TI/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342865896286254514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SiWsOZaw9bI/AAAAAAAAAwU/BBPYFzSA_TI/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here they are again!  Jonathan under the red, Gabe under the blue, and Jacob in the rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SiWrs2kybYI/AAAAAAAAAv8/UyCZ0dAvv-o/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342865319997369730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SiWrs2kybYI/AAAAAAAAAv8/UyCZ0dAvv-o/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6939937963164606271-5488137218736248808?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/5488137218736248808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=5488137218736248808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/5488137218736248808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/5488137218736248808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-singing-in-rain.html' title='I&apos;m Singing in the Rain!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SiWsOtdIxfI/AAAAAAAAAwc/jrSrNoTdSHM/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-7344282817858020684</id><published>2009-06-02T15:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:44:37.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>This summer has been filled with lots of fun - playing in our little pool, digging holes in the back yard, having friends over, learning to bike (Jonathan) without training wheels, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Gabe, doing puzzles - He loves them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SiWqT2vuyjI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Qel4v2PynjE/s1600-h/59.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342863791034911282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SiWqT2vuyjI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Qel4v2PynjE/s320/59.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jonathan building a jail, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SiWqTsZ1GjI/AAAAAAAAAvs/VRQXWet3sOM/s1600-h/57.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342863788258695730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SiWqTsZ1GjI/AAAAAAAAAvs/VRQXWet3sOM/s320/57.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garrett changed his tires on the truck from the snow tires, to the regular ones.  Jacob wanted to sit in them and Jonathan wanted to be part of the picture.  Behind the tires is the most wonderful source of transportation on Earth.  I love my bike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SiWqTXJt3VI/AAAAAAAAAvk/mwdRzehHmJI/s1600-h/56.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342863782553967954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SiWqTXJt3VI/AAAAAAAAAvk/mwdRzehHmJI/s320/56.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa and Grandma Platt took Jonathan to the DI around new years, and they came back with the little orange doll for Jacob.  He loves it, as you can see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SiWqTMzya5I/AAAAAAAAAvc/jB4cLFlr-s4/s1600-h/55.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342863779777637266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SiWqTMzya5I/AAAAAAAAAvc/jB4cLFlr-s4/s320/55.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we've been toilet training, biking, gardening, and (last night) playing in the rain.  Nothing very exciting, but we're definitely staying busy.&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/6939937963164606271-7344282817858020684?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/7344282817858020684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=7344282817858020684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/7344282817858020684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/7344282817858020684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SiWqT2vuyjI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Qel4v2PynjE/s72-c/59.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-5703411674208311692</id><published>2009-05-24T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:52:38.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Latest</title><content type='html'>I asked Jonathan to put his shoes on and go to breakfast.  When he didn't come out for a while, I went to check on him.  Cute....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Shn3x6Yo_1I/AAAAAAAAAvU/o9uehqwOahQ/s1600-h/50.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339571270082690898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Shn3x6Yo_1I/AAAAAAAAAvU/o9uehqwOahQ/s320/50.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rachel, Katie, Aunt Stephie, and Grandma came out for a visit and to see Jonathan in his Preschool Program.  This is them:  Gabe, Rachel, Jacob on Aunt Stephie's lap, Jonathan, and Katie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Shn3xvEFBbI/AAAAAAAAAvM/uEn_qx_HqD0/s1600-h/51.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339571267043657138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Shn3xvEFBbI/AAAAAAAAAvM/uEn_qx_HqD0/s320/51.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today, I had Jacob come help me wake Jonathan up from his nap.  If I do it, it's tears and sadness and "I'm still tired," but with Jacob softly rubbing Jonathan's back and climbing all over him, it was ok - and everyone's smiling (the picture-taker too!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Shn3xQpj_JI/AAAAAAAAAvE/yv9tsuR7Ra4/s1600-h/53.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339571258879376530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Shn3xQpj_JI/AAAAAAAAAvE/yv9tsuR7Ra4/s320/53.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not a lot else to report - the garden is growing - I've planted anywhere I can think.  We've done a lot of biking to the library and the park.  Jonathan accidentally broke a DVD from the library and he did a good job of taking care of the problem (which included cleaning up the little twigs that fell on the library lawn during the last big wind storm).  The boys want to play outside all the time.  Jacob gets into everything and is smiling as long as you don't take anything away from him.  I have been attempting potty training Gabe - who's been doing great with #1, but on Saturday, after sitting on the toilet for an hour (watching his favorite cartoons), he went town stairs and not only made a lovely #2 mess, but stepped in it.....several times.  When I got down there, I didn't know what to do and where to start!  I just kept saying, "Don't move!"  to all the boys.  I masterfully cleaned it all up (even touching up some other dirty spots in the carpet), but I gave in to the pressure and he's worn a diaper since.  I'm trying to get the courage up today to try again.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really not feeling it.&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/6939937963164606271-5703411674208311692?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/5703411674208311692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=5703411674208311692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/5703411674208311692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/5703411674208311692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/05/latest.html' title='The Latest'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Shn3x6Yo_1I/AAAAAAAAAvU/o9uehqwOahQ/s72-c/50.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-5056789418570309234</id><published>2009-05-17T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:54:08.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Well, I just got thru reading everyone's mother's day posts, and thought I should add a little on my own.  It was fun being home with my family.  It was fun taking the boys to hear their Aunt Stephanie speak in church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garrett gave me some very sweet mother's day gifts and I'm thankful for how thoughtful he is.  First, he ordered the part for the KitchenAid (please don't ask, I'm too embarrassed to admit how I broke it...) that was needed to fix it and he followed directions to get it all put back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, he ordered some gerber daisies from the ward young women's group and gave half to my mom and half to me.  Both halves made me happy - It was fun to share in giving some fun to my mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he bought a Mary Kay basket from his sister to pamper me and it has been fun.  There's some exfoliant for my hands and lips and moisterizer for them as well.  I really like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Day reminds me how blessed I am to be a mother, to have such a wonderful mother, and to have so many wonderful examples in the women around me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-5056789418570309234?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/5056789418570309234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=5056789418570309234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/5056789418570309234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/5056789418570309234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-mothers-day.html' title='My Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-1150865947299849674</id><published>2009-05-12T09:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:16:56.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Siblings</title><content type='html'>Here's Steph and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgmgbppzgDI/AAAAAAAAAu8/kScUTCkILtQ/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334971630495170610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgmgbppzgDI/AAAAAAAAAu8/kScUTCkILtQ/s320/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Steph and Joseph (and a little bit of darling Jenn).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgmgbcbmsaI/AAAAAAAAAu0/JhWkBtrJMDQ/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334971626945950114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgmgbcbmsaI/AAAAAAAAAu0/JhWkBtrJMDQ/s320/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend, I got to spend time with my siblings and their spouses.  I continue to be amazed by all of them - They are such good examples for me and I love them.  I'm so grateful for their influence in my life.&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/6939937963164606271-1150865947299849674?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/1150865947299849674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=1150865947299849674' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/1150865947299849674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/1150865947299849674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/05/siblings.html' title='Siblings'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgmgbppzgDI/AAAAAAAAAu8/kScUTCkILtQ/s72-c/050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-5265302387089419749</id><published>2009-05-12T09:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:13:12.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins!</title><content type='html'>At the "Welcome Home" celebrations, the cousins got lots of together time.  Here, you see Katie taking her turn to do tricks for Uncle Dave (usually said with wild screams by his adoring neices and nephews), Matthew, Gabe, Ryan, Brooke (back facing the picture), Jonathan, and Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgmfdLNs5QI/AAAAAAAAAus/EM9f_eakj_c/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334970557172344066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgmfdLNs5QI/AAAAAAAAAus/EM9f_eakj_c/s320/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here, they are jumping around in circles (Jonathan, Brooke, Gabe, Uncle Dave keeping it "clean" with Matthew and Ryan, Sarah, and Katie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Sgmfc7Vy-UI/AAAAAAAAAuk/VAnPwoSCz6s/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334970552911329602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Sgmfc7Vy-UI/AAAAAAAAAuk/VAnPwoSCz6s/s320/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-5265302387089419749?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/5265302387089419749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=5265302387089419749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/5265302387089419749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/5265302387089419749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/05/cousins.html' title='Cousins!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgmfdLNs5QI/AAAAAAAAAus/EM9f_eakj_c/s72-c/046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-7660035916279185911</id><published>2009-05-12T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:09:03.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Stephanie Came Home!</title><content type='html'>Aunt Stephanie came home from her mission to Australia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgmecuhnFVI/AAAAAAAAAuc/oyplItpAyMU/s1600-h/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334969449959593298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgmecuhnFVI/AAAAAAAAAuc/oyplItpAyMU/s320/049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the boys with their aunt.  Gabe, Jacob, and Jonathan w/Stephanie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgmecE6mIAI/AAAAAAAAAuU/PmV828SKK00/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334969438790098946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgmecE6mIAI/AAAAAAAAAuU/PmV828SKK00/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the family anxiously waiting for her return (Dad holding a squirming Jonathan, Mom holding an active Jacob, Me holding an anxious Gabe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Sgmeb1mjSxI/AAAAAAAAAuM/V7p_qjKEn30/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334969434679495442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Sgmeb1mjSxI/AAAAAAAAAuM/V7p_qjKEn30/s320/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Garrett letting Jacob wander around the airport on his finger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been so fun to get to see Steph again and have the boys aware of the great opportunities that a mission provides.&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/6939937963164606271-7660035916279185911?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/7660035916279185911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=7660035916279185911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/7660035916279185911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/7660035916279185911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/05/aunt-stephanie-came-home.html' title='Aunt Stephanie Came Home!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgmecuhnFVI/AAAAAAAAAuc/oyplItpAyMU/s72-c/049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-1306038917164283417</id><published>2009-05-07T20:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:41:45.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Temple Square</title><content type='html'>Garrett and Jacob at the Reflection pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgOnmxgP0NI/AAAAAAAAAuE/TlOrZbi0RUc/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333290668302258386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgOnmxgP0NI/AAAAAAAAAuE/TlOrZbi0RUc/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan and Gabe playing IN the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgOnmUE6YZI/AAAAAAAAAt8/TM2Q2o_htN8/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333290660402979218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgOnmUE6YZI/AAAAAAAAAt8/TM2Q2o_htN8/s320/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone at the Reflection Pool by the Salt Lake temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgOnmAustEI/AAAAAAAAAt0/xtP_2sATKo4/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333290655209534530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgOnmAustEI/AAAAAAAAAt0/xtP_2sATKo4/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan and Gabe - I've been to this many times, but next to this was a new family display that I'd never seen before.  It was neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgOnmFcDo8I/AAAAAAAAAts/opqEdk_7hUk/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333290656473523138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgOnmFcDo8I/AAAAAAAAAts/opqEdk_7hUk/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an interactive children's area.  Gabe was the only one interested in taking care of the little babies.  He pretended to eat the baby and then tried to feed the babies feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgOm6Q9CIhI/AAAAAAAAAtk/F9bUMhtOaRw/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333289903650382354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgOm6Q9CIhI/AAAAAAAAAtk/F9bUMhtOaRw/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys dressed up and almost climbed right into the nativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgOm536D_RI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Y7Oglk7C8Ys/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333289896927034642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgOm536D_RI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Y7Oglk7C8Ys/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the statue of the Angel Moroni.....and in the background, Jonathan doing some random pose that he always does.....who knows why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgOm5sJ3HmI/AAAAAAAAAtU/H9ZWA1Goisk/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333289893772074594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgOm5sJ3HmI/AAAAAAAAAtU/H9ZWA1Goisk/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan at the podium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgOm5b_TPaI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KivNQF9G8tY/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333289889432812962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgOm5b_TPaI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KivNQF9G8tY/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a lot of fun - 2 hours was the perfect time.  We continued on to American Fork, where Garrett got a haircut from his mom and the boys spent time with Grandma and Grandpa.  We also got to hang out with Ben, Amanda, and Vincent.  It was great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, Tuesday, we got to go to the airport and see Aunt Stephanie come home from her mission.  But those pictures will have to wait until next week!  Welcome Home Steph!&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/6939937963164606271-1306038917164283417?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/1306038917164283417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=1306038917164283417' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/1306038917164283417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/1306038917164283417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/05/trip-to-temple-square.html' title='Trip to Temple Square'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgOnmxgP0NI/AAAAAAAAAuE/TlOrZbi0RUc/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-2602050384324361492</id><published>2009-05-07T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:21:26.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping Daddy with the Boat</title><content type='html'>This is the fishing boat where my Grandpa spent hours fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgOkppEdFOI/AAAAAAAAAtE/EyQ6LDNDeDA/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333287419042927842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgOkppEdFOI/AAAAAAAAAtE/EyQ6LDNDeDA/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a great catch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgOkpG9YPII/AAAAAAAAAs8/vXNQyKsE9to/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333287409886444674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgOkpG9YPII/AAAAAAAAAs8/vXNQyKsE9to/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob's getting ready to GET the fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgOko4MvJ1I/AAAAAAAAAs0/L_BAsXlnWdI/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333287405924329298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgOko4MvJ1I/AAAAAAAAAs0/L_BAsXlnWdI/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All ready to fish - Do we (parents = 2) dare to take them (children=3) fishing???&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/6939937963164606271-2602050384324361492?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/2602050384324361492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=2602050384324361492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/2602050384324361492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/2602050384324361492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/05/helping-daddy-with-boat.html' title='Helping Daddy with the Boat'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SgOkppEdFOI/AAAAAAAAAtE/EyQ6LDNDeDA/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-6515585325201475773</id><published>2009-04-28T09:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T09:48:46.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Growing Garden</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited about my garden.  I got almost all the grass dug up before our terrific neighbor came and tilled it all up.  Then, I put some "activator" that Ace Hardware recommended.  It's supposed to break down any leftover grass and get the soil excited about growing plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SfcwlITBzMI/AAAAAAAAAss/aMTOezhG54s/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329782098456857794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SfcwlITBzMI/AAAAAAAAAss/aMTOezhG54s/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Garrett taught me to use the saw and I made these fence posts and markers.  The boards were so cheap and we already had the chicken wire, so now it's kid proof, right????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SfcwktOF-cI/AAAAAAAAAsk/1bWNk6IAG9c/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329782091188402626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SfcwktOF-cI/AAAAAAAAAsk/1bWNk6IAG9c/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I planted peas and radishes, with the kids help.  In a little garden along the house, we also planted some onions and garlic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SfcwkeZlHwI/AAAAAAAAAsc/G3jwlNqRRzY/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329782087210049282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SfcwkeZlHwI/AAAAAAAAAsc/G3jwlNqRRzY/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally, here's our ever-growing indoor garden.  It's so exciting to see stuff growing.  I did some transplanting into bigger pots that I bought at the DI.  I can't wait until the middle of May when I can start putting things in the ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SfcwkBxw2oI/AAAAAAAAAsU/5THbgmMPMlU/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329782079526853250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SfcwkBxw2oI/AAAAAAAAAsU/5THbgmMPMlU/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watered the garden yesterday, I was reminded of my father's mother, out every morning watering her flowers and tomato plants.  Great stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-6515585325201475773?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/6515585325201475773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=6515585325201475773' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/6515585325201475773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/6515585325201475773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-growing-garden.html' title='My Growing Garden'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SfcwlITBzMI/AAAAAAAAAss/aMTOezhG54s/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-4939225231121349079</id><published>2009-04-28T09:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T09:34:32.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend with Grandma and Grandpa</title><content type='html'>We spent the 17-19 with my mother's parents.  The kids loved it.  Here's Jacob playing with new toys that I remember playing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Sfcu14OwUII/AAAAAAAAAsM/a8H0vN9khWs/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329780187178487938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Sfcu14OwUII/AAAAAAAAAsM/a8H0vN9khWs/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the boys listening to Grandma tell "Granny" stories.  They loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Sfcu1kokTlI/AAAAAAAAAsE/YHLozQm3XLA/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329780181918043730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Sfcu1kokTlI/AAAAAAAAAsE/YHLozQm3XLA/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didn't get a picture, but Jonathan was facinated with the contraption that puts Grandpa's socks on.  Jonathan also came home with a bunch of scrap peices of wood that he likes to make into a castle.  Grandma let the boys help plant peas (reminding me how it's done!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Sfcu1EeAaVI/AAAAAAAAAr0/5jamaIBuWAw/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329780173283813714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Sfcu1EeAaVI/AAAAAAAAAr0/5jamaIBuWAw/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were at my parents for a short time and Gabe was so tired - I think he took one bite of the cracker under his left hand and fell asleep without even chewing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a wonderful weekend - I love being with Grandma and Grandpa!  I'm so glad my children could enjoy such a great experience!&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/6939937963164606271-4939225231121349079?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/4939225231121349079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=4939225231121349079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/4939225231121349079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/4939225231121349079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/04/weekend-with-grandma-and-grandpa.html' title='Weekend with Grandma and Grandpa'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Sfcu14OwUII/AAAAAAAAAsM/a8H0vN9khWs/s72-c/031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-3170701302887496458</id><published>2009-04-11T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T07:32:32.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>This Easter, I have been filled with gratitude again for the life, Atonement, and resurrection of the Savior. I don't know how to express all that I feel. Recently, I have felt that I have never really grasped how to utilize the power of the Atonement in bringing joy into my life, despite the ups and downs and heartaches of life. I'm just so grateful to understand this - and so grateful to the Savior for the miracle of the Atonement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video was created from the talk by Elder Jeffry R. Holland from Conference last weekend. Happy Easter to all my friends and family. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EpFhS0dAduc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EpFhS0dAduc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-3170701302887496458?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/3170701302887496458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=3170701302887496458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/3170701302887496458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/3170701302887496458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-7024597274892720927</id><published>2009-04-07T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T06:00:04.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Beds for the Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We have considered putting the boys in bunk beds, but we were worried about him being up so high - he really doesn't like hights......so, what to do....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Garrett had an idea. And this is it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321794741577713698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SdrQHxNICCI/AAAAAAAAArs/ux7eju_1BQM/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are bunk bed cots. And it fits great and the boys love it. Jonathan can jump down on his own, and he can climb up the sides. It fits great. So, we've put all the boys together in the same room - It should be interesting. This leaves us the sunniest room in the house to start our garden starts.....WAHOO! I'm going to have a garden!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-7024597274892720927?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/7024597274892720927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=7024597274892720927' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/7024597274892720927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/7024597274892720927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-beds-for-boys.html' title='The New Beds for the Boys'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SdrQHxNICCI/AAAAAAAAArs/ux7eju_1BQM/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-4351287895626692790</id><published>2009-04-06T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:52:16.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Carla's Tea Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SdrMQzU8kYI/AAAAAAAAArk/JefZlhLOZEM/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321790498719699330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SdrMQzU8kYI/AAAAAAAAArk/JefZlhLOZEM/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wonderful Aunt Carla threw a tea party for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SdrMQlJH0NI/AAAAAAAAArc/zhMVLaL-IYQ/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321790494912008402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SdrMQlJH0NI/AAAAAAAAArc/zhMVLaL-IYQ/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fantastic high quality swords made by Garrett.  Sadly, I didn't get a picture of the darling magic wands that Garrett also made for the girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SdrMQTRElxI/AAAAAAAAArU/wDaXndmpzjc/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321790490113513234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SdrMQTRElxI/AAAAAAAAArU/wDaXndmpzjc/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sweet Gabe giving sad little Jacob a kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SdrMQIJKTTI/AAAAAAAAArM/_ReOFNKHtlo/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321790487127543090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SdrMQIJKTTI/AAAAAAAAArM/_ReOFNKHtlo/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the cousins who camed....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top Row:  Katie, Ryan, Rachel, Brooke Jonathan (I shouldn't have asked him to smile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bottom Row:  Owen, Sarah, Jacob, Gabe, Emmy, Mathew, Aunt Melanie&lt;br /&gt;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-4351287895626692790?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/4351287895626692790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=4351287895626692790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/4351287895626692790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/4351287895626692790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/04/aunt-carlas-tea-party.html' title='Aunt Carla&apos;s Tea Party'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SdrMQzU8kYI/AAAAAAAAArk/JefZlhLOZEM/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-7145958434463593147</id><published>2009-04-03T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:15:00.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Fence</title><content type='html'>The big storm that went through took two 8-foot sections of our fence down.  We got some supplies a couple of days ago and yesterday, Garrett repaired the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He amazes me - He had it done in a couple of hours and did it in the rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have taken before and after pictures.....but you'll have to take my word for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-7145958434463593147?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/7145958434463593147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=7145958434463593147' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/7145958434463593147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/7145958434463593147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-fence.html' title='A New Fence'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-26680950380180014</id><published>2009-04-02T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:15:03.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Power???? Shots</title><content type='html'>Jonathan has been so excited since I used an idea from Keribeth's blog and told him that today we'd be going to the doctor to get his super power shots so he'd be ready for kindergarten.  He kept running to the door and peeking over to see if it was his turn.  They finally called his name and he didn't even wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the office, the doctor checked him all out and it was great.  He smiled from ear to ear.  Then, the nurse came in with 5 shots.  The first one went in his arm.  That's when he told me that he didn't want any more super power shots.  After the second, he began fighting.  I held him tight and bit back those tears that I always struggle holding back when my kids get hurt.  He did pretty good for the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him if he'd like a treat for being so brave.  He said he wasn't brave, but he was ok with having a treat anyway, and chose Cheetos.  He shared them with his brothers (who should have been upset because I've never offered them treats after shots, but who didn't mind as they downed a lot of cheetos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight, he's very proud of his band-aids.  Sadly, some new rules came into play and he'll have to get one more in 6 months....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-26680950380180014?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/26680950380180014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=26680950380180014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/26680950380180014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/26680950380180014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/04/super-power-shots.html' title='Super Power???? Shots'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-2587192757467329919</id><published>2009-03-29T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:24:32.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These Are a Few of My Favorite Things...</title><content type='html'>I keep waiting for "something" to happen so I can blog, but I really haven't had anything exciting happen, so I just thought I write some stuff that I love about my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A couple of minutes ago, we could hear Jonathan sneaking down the hall (I have no idea where he gets that).  When I saw his little head poke its way around the corner and say, "Mommy," Garrett took off running in a mad dash for him.  He was scared to death until he heard me start giggling and then, he started giggling too.  Garrett caught him and put him to bed....wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I took Gabe to the store yesterday.  Everything I picked out to buy, Gabe would say, "Love it."  And as he goes around the store with me, he does this jump thing when he runs.  It's like he jumps up and his legs kick out a little and then he runs some and jumps and kicks and runs some more.  I'm not describing it very well, but it's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Jacob likes to barrel into my legs and get hugs, but he doesn't want to be picked up.  He just wants to walk around until he finds another set of legs that will hug him (often he finds me again). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  Gabe likes to kiss my nose - Isn't that strange?  But it's so sweet and I love it.  When I lay down with him for his naps, he puts his little face an inch from mine, kisses my nose, smiles so sweet and just is so cute, I can hardly stand for him to go to sleep....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Jonathan gave the FHE lesson tonight (Garrett works a night shift tomorrow).  He chose to do it on the same lesson he got in church - the Word of Wisdom.  He loved using the flannel board stories Garrett's mom made and hang up the pictures of good food and bad food.  Then, when he bore his testimony to finish, he said, "I'd like to bear my testimony that I'm a good person and I don't eat that bad stuff or make smoke with those things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Jacob loves being all alone with me and Garrett.  He basks in the attention he's getting from both parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Gabe has a habit of running around in circles and growling the songs we sing for Scripture Study or FHE.  So there we have "I love to see the (growl) temple.  I'm going there some (growl) day.  To feel the holy (growl) spirit......I think you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) When we watch the little scripture things from the church's website, Jonathan insists on watching the same one over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I know its cliche how cute kids are when they sleep, but well......they really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I bore my testimony in church today (with my children waving from the back row).  I know it's something that is good to do, but I really don't enjoy it.  I stress out trying to get the guts to do it, while I try to figure out exactly what to say.  Then, after its done, I stress about what I should and shouldn't have said.  But anyway, when I got done, and I'm trying not to look at anyone and get back to my seat, I sat down and Garrett slid his arm around my shoulders.  Is there a better feeling....?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-2587192757467329919?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/2587192757467329919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=2587192757467329919' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/2587192757467329919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/2587192757467329919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/03/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='These Are a Few of My Favorite Things...'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-7005255177309944184</id><published>2009-03-23T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T07:25:05.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boys and Their Activities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ScWiRS8I5lI/AAAAAAAAAq8/C3BOr4aODHs/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315833353206294098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ScWiRS8I5lI/AAAAAAAAAq8/C3BOr4aODHs/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Garrett did a lot of stuff with the boys the other day.  Here is Jacob and Gabe with him on the 4-wheeler.  A few minutes later, he got all four boys on at once (Jacob on front and Gabe and Jonathan on the rack.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ScWiRE4F4uI/AAAAAAAAAq0/BAePp0BILGw/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315833349431223010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ScWiRE4F4uI/AAAAAAAAAq0/BAePp0BILGw/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonathan, Jacob, and Gabe playing in the tub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ScWiQ2fU4KI/AAAAAAAAAqs/Me8Fp3RmKm4/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315833345569251490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ScWiQ2fU4KI/AAAAAAAAAqs/Me8Fp3RmKm4/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jonathan learning to cast with his new fishing rod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ScWiQRJ_F0I/AAAAAAAAAqk/Mrys_Lyh79g/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315833335547631426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ScWiQRJ_F0I/AAAAAAAAAqk/Mrys_Lyh79g/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jonathan and Gabe protecting our home from another monster (they're everywhere!).&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/6939937963164606271-7005255177309944184?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/7005255177309944184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=7005255177309944184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/7005255177309944184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/7005255177309944184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/03/boys-and-their-activities.html' title='The Boys and Their Activities'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ScWiRS8I5lI/AAAAAAAAAq8/C3BOr4aODHs/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-2568922260704826595</id><published>2009-03-22T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:32:00.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonathan's 5th Birthday 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, although it's been more than a week - Here's the pictures from the birthday party:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ScWI-HZ3gKI/AAAAAAAAAqc/ONh5MNOsdms/s1600-h/Jon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315805535901548706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ScWI-HZ3gKI/AAAAAAAAAqc/ONh5MNOsdms/s320/Jon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I borrowed this one from Carissa's blog. This is Uncle Shawn with Hadley and Jonathan with his new R/C vehicle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ScWI9qhuzuI/AAAAAAAAAqU/eVHypraQphs/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315805528149905122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ScWI9qhuzuI/AAAAAAAAAqU/eVHypraQphs/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gabe and Jonathan with the R2D2 cake - even when he was sick, he kept asking if he was going to have a Star Wars Cake - And Grandma came through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ScWI9Ki7ZRI/AAAAAAAAAqM/OMyu1eYCH9w/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316158730243638530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ScbKMu3DhQI/AAAAAAAAArE/kCL0cEhGTqU/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Grandma and Grandpa with Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ScWI88lqjvI/AAAAAAAAAqE/W0lVJ6gOv1A/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315805515818372850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ScWI88lqjvI/AAAAAAAAAqE/W0lVJ6gOv1A/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa with Jonathan and his new glasses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-2568922260704826595?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/2568922260704826595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=2568922260704826595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/2568922260704826595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/2568922260704826595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/03/jonathans-5th-birthday-2009.html' title='Jonathan&apos;s 5th Birthday 2009'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ScWI-HZ3gKI/AAAAAAAAAqc/ONh5MNOsdms/s72-c/Jon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-4653611557980009831</id><published>2009-03-21T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:11:28.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Cousin Vince!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ScURZ1yyx-I/AAAAAAAAAp8/5m41X3WtmhM/s1600-h/May+2008+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315674070815262690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ScURZ1yyx-I/AAAAAAAAAp8/5m41X3WtmhM/s320/May+2008+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three years old is great,&lt;br /&gt;But it’s better to be four.&lt;br /&gt;And if you don’t believe me,&lt;br /&gt;Just knock on Vincent’s door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today he celebrates&lt;br /&gt;His birthday. Yay! Horay!&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful it feels&lt;br /&gt;Is what he’ll proudly say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little guy is cute&lt;br /&gt;And lots of fun, to boot.&lt;br /&gt;Just ask my little boys&lt;br /&gt;They think he’s a hoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For when they go to play&lt;br /&gt;At grandma’s house they find&lt;br /&gt;That Vincent likes to play&lt;br /&gt;The games of the same kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the smile that makes&lt;br /&gt;His eyes twinkle and shine&lt;br /&gt;Is endearing to this aunt&lt;br /&gt;I proudly claim him mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s always welcome here&lt;br /&gt;At our house any time.&lt;br /&gt;Vincent we love you.&lt;br /&gt;We hope you like this rhyme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Vincent!&lt;br /&gt;We loved playing with you last week!&lt;br /&gt;We hope your day is fantastic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(And to your parents, good luck with the move!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-4653611557980009831?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/4653611557980009831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=4653611557980009831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/4653611557980009831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/4653611557980009831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-cousin-vince.html' title='Happy Birthday Cousin Vince!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ScURZ1yyx-I/AAAAAAAAAp8/5m41X3WtmhM/s72-c/May+2008+040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-7370863082784538450</id><published>2009-03-20T09:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:19:50.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Uncle Ben!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ScPB-PGEtkI/AAAAAAAAAp0/dM58MqLsRp4/s1600-h/May+2008+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315305260175373890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ScPB-PGEtkI/AAAAAAAAAp0/dM58MqLsRp4/s320/May+2008+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother-in-law Ben&lt;br /&gt;Lives in a far-off land&lt;br /&gt;They still have birthdays there&lt;br /&gt;Or so I understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, although he’s far away,&lt;br /&gt;This poem to him I send,&lt;br /&gt;With a few kind words&lt;br /&gt;To spotlight Doctor Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben – he has a way&lt;br /&gt;Of making people feel&lt;br /&gt;Like they are truly great&lt;br /&gt;And have his friendship’s seal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also had an eye&lt;br /&gt;For women of great worth&lt;br /&gt;For him to capture Becki’s heart&lt;br /&gt;Makes him of noble birth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, on those days of gloom,&lt;br /&gt;When boredom strikes again&lt;br /&gt;Find our birthday boy&lt;br /&gt;For a “portable party” is Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he loves his folks,&lt;br /&gt;His sisters and his brothers.&lt;br /&gt;They know that he’d live closer&lt;br /&gt;If he but had his ‘druthers’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that he’s a father&lt;br /&gt;With two boys – Oh so cute!&lt;br /&gt;His chest sticks out with pride&lt;br /&gt;Their praise, he proudly toots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Ben! Our family’s lucky&lt;br /&gt;To have you in the pack.&lt;br /&gt;And when the army lets you go&lt;br /&gt;We’ll gladly take you back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-7370863082784538450?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/7370863082784538450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=7370863082784538450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/7370863082784538450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/7370863082784538450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-uncle-ben.html' title='Happy Birthday Uncle Ben!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ScPB-PGEtkI/AAAAAAAAAp0/dM58MqLsRp4/s72-c/May+2008+042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-852603702424046595</id><published>2009-03-19T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:14:38.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tid Bits</title><content type='html'>Just some tidbits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan's b-day party was so fun. We got to see lots of family (Thanks to all who came!) and cousins that have grown up so much. Sadly, Jonathan didn't feel good enough to enjoy much, but he got some really nice gifts that we have enjoyed as he is feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob is officially walking!!! He's so cute and so proud of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday and Saturday are my last two poems to complete my goal of a full year of poems for everyone's birthday. I can imagine there are some deep breaths of relief, and at least one disappointed groan (from my darling brother-in-law Shawn, who says he loves them, and consequently reins at the top of my favorite person list!!!). So, Uncle Ben and Cousin Vincent, stay tuned.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-852603702424046595?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/852603702424046595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=852603702424046595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/852603702424046595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/852603702424046595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/03/tid-bits.html' title='Tid Bits'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-8483344126603292860</id><published>2009-03-14T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T03:30:00.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Grandma Vickie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Sbsq3sIVJFI/AAAAAAAAAps/rI1j41Dq1ZQ/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312887321640903762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Sbsq3sIVJFI/AAAAAAAAAps/rI1j41Dq1ZQ/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here’s another poem to share with you today.&lt;br /&gt;And spread a little cheer for one more “Happy Birthday”&lt;br /&gt;My poem today’s about the mom of Garrett’s family.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel quite anxious to share how she has blessed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, there is the greatest love in all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;For on the stage of Garrett’s life, she played a major part.&lt;br /&gt;She nurtured, loved, and tended him from boy to man&lt;br /&gt;And now still continues to do all she can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there is the love of learning she always shows.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of the passing years, this love only grows.&lt;br /&gt;And if the family has forgotten any date&lt;br /&gt;Mom’s journals have it all – the details are first rate!&lt;br /&gt;She has a tremendous love for her family&lt;br /&gt;And does all she can to preserve her history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has so many skills she’s polished and refined.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout her life, she worked hard to fill her mind.&lt;br /&gt;Cooking, canning, sewing – to name just a few&lt;br /&gt;And then there is her art – Oh my! What she can do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this mother heart still yearns for her children – eight!&lt;br /&gt;And all her darling grandkids, to see each, she can’t wait.&lt;br /&gt;I feel truly grateful for this woman in my life&lt;br /&gt;And for the man who calls her mom – to whom I am wife&lt;br /&gt;Mom, we love you and we send thanks for all you do!&lt;br /&gt;You make our lives better – Happy Birthday to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-8483344126603292860?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/8483344126603292860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=8483344126603292860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/8483344126603292860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/8483344126603292860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-grandma-vickie.html' title='Happy Birthday Grandma Vickie!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Sbsq3sIVJFI/AAAAAAAAAps/rI1j41Dq1ZQ/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-6969978634465005301</id><published>2009-03-12T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T15:01:35.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Shayla and Jonathan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;March 12th is a special day – special to my life.&lt;br /&gt;Especially since I became a mother and a wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my second sister when I was six years old.&lt;br /&gt;It didn’t take long to see she was worth more than gold.&lt;br /&gt;From her earliest years, it was plain to see&lt;br /&gt;That Shayla was a special part of my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A natural leader, noble, beautiful, and good.&lt;br /&gt;Making it look easy, she did just what she should.&lt;br /&gt;This makes it sound like her life’s a piece of cake&lt;br /&gt;But Shayla just does her best, in all that she has stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s the thing that is for me – my favorite part&lt;br /&gt;The way she gives all she has – To me, it is an art.&lt;br /&gt;From singing, dancing, schoolwork, to wife and mother too&lt;br /&gt;She digs right in, does her share – like she always knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, if you talk with her, she makes you feel at ease.&lt;br /&gt;Giving practical advice without a lot of cheese.&lt;br /&gt;And she makes it sound like you thought of it yourself&lt;br /&gt;Truly she is better than Santa’s first class elf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of all her feats, her family’s her magnum opus.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing all her daughters know – It looks like ‘hocus pocus’.&lt;br /&gt;Now with her first son – She and David may feel like newbies!&lt;br /&gt;But Shayla, it’s easy to see that your price is “far above rubies.”&lt;br /&gt;                                                       (I love this pictures of her!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312423926504606498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SbmFaiuXyyI/AAAAAAAAApk/m6IveK3qhT0/s320/Shayla" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-three years later, on the very same date.&lt;br /&gt;I delivered our first child, ‘tho he came quite late.&lt;br /&gt;Well…..at least that’s how I felt – ‘tho a mere four days.&lt;br /&gt;All the pain was quick forgot, when on him, I did gaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His face was so angelic – with those big blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;How his whole body lights right up when he gets surprised.&lt;br /&gt;For one whole year “truck” was the only word he said.&lt;br /&gt;But through his expressions, so much more was expressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he’s five years old and full of ideas grand.&lt;br /&gt;Both my mom and dad will certainly understand&lt;br /&gt;How he can remember almost every word I say;&lt;br /&gt;It comes back to haunt me almost every single day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s oh! So very honest when I ask if he was nice.&lt;br /&gt;“Kinda I was and kinda I wasn’t”, is his unique reply!&lt;br /&gt;He loves the gospel, scripture study, family home ev’ning.&lt;br /&gt;“I Love to See the Temple” he and Gabe can really sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way he tackles me and his dad in a bear hug&lt;br /&gt;(‘Tho it should be the other way) It makes me feel so loved!&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan, “my first born in the wilderness”,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know mom thinks you are the very best!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312418734164553522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SbmAsTwCLzI/AAAAAAAAApM/ZWCKPsJ7DB0/s320/Jon1+02-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-6969978634465005301?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/6969978634465005301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=6969978634465005301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/6969978634465005301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/6969978634465005301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-shayla-and-jonathan.html' title='Happy Birthday Shayla and Jonathan!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SbmFaiuXyyI/AAAAAAAAApk/m6IveK3qhT0/s72-c/Shayla' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-8701239492056811213</id><published>2009-03-11T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:34:34.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Sweet Boy!</title><content type='html'>Garrett came home late tonight because of scouts and a work meeting that went late, so I told Jonathan that he could watch one show on TV and then, they had to turn the TV off.  I got busy cleaning up upstairs and lost track of time.  Jonathan came to the stairs and said, "Mom, I turned the TV off; my show got over."  I was so touched.  It's times like these when I want to keep him this age forever and feel lucky for the opportunity to be a mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-8701239492056811213?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/8701239492056811213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=8701239492056811213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/8701239492056811213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/8701239492056811213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-my-sweet-boy.html' title='Oh My Sweet Boy!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-3577530021123810682</id><published>2009-03-10T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:00:56.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Pictures!</title><content type='html'>I'm not going to be able to share any pictures for a while - I left my camera at my parent's home this weekend.  But soon, soon, I'll post more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-3577530021123810682?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/3577530021123810682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=3577530021123810682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/3577530021123810682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/3577530021123810682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-pictures.html' title='No Pictures!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-3990187645329682913</id><published>2009-03-09T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:36:34.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mandi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SbVvk-ItXWI/AAAAAAAAAo8/KrpGfzYpaBg/s1600-h/May+2008+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311274016498867554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SbVvk-ItXWI/AAAAAAAAAo8/KrpGfzYpaBg/s320/May+2008+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Mandi – Today’s your special day.&lt;br /&gt;I like to send my birthday wish in this rhyming way!&lt;br /&gt;And I know a little bit about her life – the present stage&lt;br /&gt;Because we both have 3 boys and they’re almost the same age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be a mom AND work – We both know what it’s like&lt;br /&gt;Staying home, we now can put our hearts into our tykes!&lt;br /&gt;And Mandi does it all with grace – she always seems prepared&lt;br /&gt;As I worry over each new step – she’s never ever scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen the love in her eyes as she gives hugs and kisses&lt;br /&gt;To her nieces and nephews – They feel that them she misses!&lt;br /&gt;Her homes are always nice and neat – We’ve loved staying there!&lt;br /&gt;The walls are decorated with so much thoughtful care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad to know and love her – this great woman in my life&lt;br /&gt;She’s means much more to me than just my husband’s brother’s wife.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mandi Kay – May your day be wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;May Brandon and your little men make you feel like the family jewel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-3990187645329682913?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/3990187645329682913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=3990187645329682913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/3990187645329682913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/3990187645329682913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-mandi.html' title='Happy Birthday Mandi!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SbVvk-ItXWI/AAAAAAAAAo8/KrpGfzYpaBg/s72-c/May+2008+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-243416660244786125</id><published>2009-03-07T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:59:15.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome and Happy Birthday Nathan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Sbc3CKkazTI/AAAAAAAAApE/L0_kWNVW-kI/s1600-h/Nathan"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311774795843161394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Sbc3CKkazTI/AAAAAAAAApE/L0_kWNVW-kI/s320/Nathan" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Nathan David was born into the world&lt;br /&gt;He’s the first little boy after three darling girls&lt;br /&gt;"What will this life hold for him?" Your mind may be asking.&lt;br /&gt;"How will he fit in with pink dresses, songs, and dancing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don’t you worry! You’ve never seen so much joy&lt;br /&gt;From this family who is truly thrilled to have a boy!&lt;br /&gt;Knowing your Uncle Joseph survived sisters too&lt;br /&gt;May put your mind at ease or may truly frighten you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to David and Shayla and girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-243416660244786125?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/243416660244786125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=243416660244786125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/243416660244786125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/243416660244786125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome-and-happy-birthday-nathan.html' title='Welcome and Happy Birthday Nathan!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Sbc3CKkazTI/AAAAAAAAApE/L0_kWNVW-kI/s72-c/Nathan' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-7826343296373409865</id><published>2009-03-05T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T07:43:45.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Brithday Zoey!</title><content type='html'>Jenn learned that she was pregnant – Due the end of May.&lt;br /&gt;This sweet surprise she saved to tell Joseph the next day.&lt;br /&gt;When she told Joseph as an anniversary gift,&lt;br /&gt;The corners of his mouth – Boy! How they did lift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the first three months, Jenn began to crave&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers and taffy – with those little nausea waves.&lt;br /&gt;A few days after Christmas, she felt the baby move.&lt;br /&gt;The movements started small – but became quite a groove.&lt;br /&gt;When Jenn felt these little bits of motion at the start,&lt;br /&gt;She felt her love for this child grow within her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in January, “It’s a girl,” came the big news.&lt;br /&gt;And so they planned her homecoming with this little clue.&lt;br /&gt;Filling up a nursery – decorations on the walls.&lt;br /&gt;Cute little outfits and a place for future dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long three months, the third term finally came.&lt;br /&gt;And “Zoey” was official – this would be the perfect name!&lt;br /&gt;March 3rd was pizza night!&lt;br /&gt;Zoey wiggled her delight!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Zoey’s favorite food, as mom’s, would be the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, mom and dad discussed the perfect blessing gown.&lt;br /&gt;Sharing dreams of that special life that made mom’s tummy round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they went to bed, Jenn thought it rather strange&lt;br /&gt;That Zoey wasn’t moving much – an unusual change.&lt;br /&gt;By the next night, this mommy knew that something wasn’t right.&lt;br /&gt;Giving her tummy a shake, she asked Zoey, “Are you alright?”.&lt;br /&gt;Holding close to her those words she couldn’t bring herself to say&lt;br /&gt;And could not answer Joseph’s question, “Is the baby ok?”&lt;br /&gt;But laid there as though asleep, consumed with her fears;&lt;br /&gt;The only sign that she heard: her silent, aching tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a priesthood blessing, they spoke with the doc on-call&lt;br /&gt;When the nurse couldn’t find a heartbeat, she vanished down the hall.&lt;br /&gt;An ultrasound was the next step, the doctor made a start&lt;br /&gt;And quickly brought to their view Zoey’s still and silent heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said, “I’m sorry”. Jenn felt her heart go numb.&lt;br /&gt;“We’ll be ok,” “We’ll get through this” the only words to come.&lt;br /&gt;They could induce the labor or just go home and wait.&lt;br /&gt;The couple chose to remain although the hour was quite late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For eleven hours, Jenn labored the morning through&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the pains of body, Jenn’s soul must have suffered too.&lt;br /&gt;And Joseph so unable to remove from her the pain&lt;br /&gt;He must have pled, “God, please help her,” time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the little angel into their arms was placed:&lt;br /&gt;Perfect and beautiful. Such a tiny little face.&lt;br /&gt;They were there together as a family&lt;br /&gt;And the peace that they felt bridged eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Zoey Brenlyn was born March 5, 2003 at 10:58 am. She weighed 2 lbs. 4 1/2 oz. and was 13 1/2 inches long. She had a head full of beautiful dark hair. She was perfect in every way and had a spirit so pure that she was called back to her Heavenly home without having to endure the trials of this life. We buried her on March 8 in Price next to Jenn's sister Jamie. Though we won't have the opportunity to raise her here on earth, we look forward to the day that she joins our eternal family once again.”&lt;br /&gt;From the diary of Jenn D Zollinger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you Zoey - We feel so lucky that you are part of our family! Happy 5th birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-7826343296373409865?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/7826343296373409865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=7826343296373409865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/7826343296373409865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/7826343296373409865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/03/jenn-learned-that-she-was-pregnant-due.html' title='Happy Brithday Zoey!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-2575312809292976324</id><published>2009-03-01T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T15:43:46.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Daddy</title><content type='html'>Jonathan and Gabe just wrote letters (which are papers covered with pictures and lines) to Garrett and stuck them in his slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Jonathan "wrote", he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Daddy,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you see this note.  I know you like to take showers to get ready to the hospital.  I know you love me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love how much my boys love their dad.  I want to remember these cute little notes to dad when they grow up and perhaps forget to say this kind of stuff...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-2575312809292976324?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/2575312809292976324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=2575312809292976324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/2575312809292976324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/2575312809292976324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-daddy.html' title='Dear Daddy'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-2549428215794895136</id><published>2009-02-27T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T15:39:13.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircuts</title><content type='html'>Well, it's not quite spring, but the hair was getting way to long for the boys. Jonathan's was the worst, but he wasn't about to let Dad touch his head with the razor. So Garrett net him do his own hair for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308366533504346290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SasbPL8ZKLI/AAAAAAAAAok/f8ZHLXssZc0/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, Dad took over and wow was there a lot of hair on the floor when he got down. Jonathan jumped in the shower (his new big thing) and it was on to Gabe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308366537747530594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SasbPbwDA2I/AAAAAAAAAos/5DeXhebG7Bg/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yah....there aren't any pictures for Gabe because it took all four hands to buzz him while I kept the M&amp;amp;M's coming and tried to keep Jacob out of the M&amp;amp;M's. Then, Garrett helped both boys shower, while I cleaned up the hair and tried to keep Jacob out of the mess. I finally thought he'd given up when I caught him digging in the M&amp;amp;M sack. What a smart thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here are the two buzzed boys. Cute, huh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308366545402508098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SasbP4RIs0I/AAAAAAAAAo0/5O6Xjwp1gW0/s320/4.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/6939937963164606271-2549428215794895136?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/2549428215794895136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=2549428215794895136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/2549428215794895136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/2549428215794895136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/02/haircuts.html' title='Haircuts'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SasbPL8ZKLI/AAAAAAAAAok/f8ZHLXssZc0/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-2510706244259022090</id><published>2009-02-25T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T15:31:50.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Station</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Sasa2YiloKI/AAAAAAAAAoc/C5yK12uP4-s/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308366107389042850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Sasa2YiloKI/AAAAAAAAAoc/C5yK12uP4-s/s320/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to drive Jonathan and some of his classmates to the firestation yesterday, so I took Gabe too. The boys loved it and could hardly be contained when it was time to look at the trucks. The fireman had explained that they would need to quickly leave the truck area if a call came in. I looked around at the jumping, inattentive, distractable bunch and wondered exactly how that was going to happen. A few minutes later, the fire cheif came and asked me and another parent to move our vehicles - leaving only two adults with 27 kids. When we came back, we found that a call had came and the fire truck was gone. And the kids......they did just what they were told and filed right out the door without a single problem. I could hardly believe it. But I was sure proud of the kids. Sometimes I think these kids get a lot more than they let on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-2510706244259022090?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/2510706244259022090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=2510706244259022090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/2510706244259022090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/2510706244259022090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/02/fire-station.html' title='Fire Station'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/Sasa2YiloKI/AAAAAAAAAoc/C5yK12uP4-s/s72-c/5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-5266700590874344687</id><published>2009-02-24T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T15:40:06.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy and Sweet Gabe</title><content type='html'>Gabe has by far been my cuddliest child. Here are some of the cuddling faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SaHnbHQvHMI/AAAAAAAAAoU/8mwREJuKSmQ/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305776289010883778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SaHnbHQvHMI/AAAAAAAAAoU/8mwREJuKSmQ/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SaHnayq-xCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Ij5NIWGm6v8/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305776283483816994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SaHnayq-xCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Ij5NIWGm6v8/s320/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(For some odd reason, my children pull crazy faces when I ask them to smile).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SaHnanb0RAI/AAAAAAAAAoE/e68WhQgJwEw/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305776280467424258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SaHnanb0RAI/AAAAAAAAAoE/e68WhQgJwEw/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't this darling....?&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/6939937963164606271-5266700590874344687?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/5266700590874344687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=5266700590874344687' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/5266700590874344687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/5266700590874344687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/02/daddy-and-sweet-gabe.html' title='Daddy and Sweet Gabe'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SaHnbHQvHMI/AAAAAAAAAoU/8mwREJuKSmQ/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-4167324801819655380</id><published>2009-02-23T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T15:28:00.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>This is Jonathan's 5-year-old pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SaHlOrjsjMI/AAAAAAAAAn8/EjGEV28TaBY/s1600-h/Jon3+02-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305773876392529090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SaHlOrjsjMI/AAAAAAAAAn8/EjGEV28TaBY/s320/Jon3+02-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Jacob's 1-year-old picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SaHlOsLMU9I/AAAAAAAAAn0/wSF6wNk5LcY/s1600-h/Jacob1+02-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305773876558189522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SaHlOsLMU9I/AAAAAAAAAn0/wSF6wNk5LcY/s320/Jacob1+02-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the family picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SaHlOR1mYQI/AAAAAAAAAns/YU9qdyC6npA/s1600-h/Family+02-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305773869488300290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SaHlOR1mYQI/AAAAAAAAAns/YU9qdyC6npA/s320/Family+02-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SaHlObjaYSI/AAAAAAAAAnk/UdQmWBirw8s/s1600-h/Boys+02-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305773872096370978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SaHlObjaYSI/AAAAAAAAAnk/UdQmWBirw8s/s320/Boys+02-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are our darling boys - who can't all smile at the same time....But they're still darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SaHlOQ1GQQI/AAAAAAAAAnc/n-E5vAIPhLw/s1600-h/Boy2+02-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305773869217759490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SaHlOQ1GQQI/AAAAAAAAAnc/n-E5vAIPhLw/s320/Boy2+02-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-4167324801819655380?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/4167324801819655380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=4167324801819655380' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/4167324801819655380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/4167324801819655380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-family-pictures.html' title='Our Family Pictures'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SaHlOrjsjMI/AAAAAAAAAn8/EjGEV28TaBY/s72-c/Jon3+02-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-2390642652757415334</id><published>2009-02-22T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T14:57:00.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Know Ye Not...</title><content type='html'>I couldn't decide if this should be in quotable quotes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan is growing up so much.  The other day, he was trying to pour everyone milk and there was a huge mess on the table, so I told him he was still a little small to be doing that by himself.  So, yesterday, when he tried to pour punch for everyone, I took it away from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned and looked at me with a hurt look in his eyes and said, "But mom.....I'm just trying to grow up to be like my daddy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-2390642652757415334?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/2390642652757415334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=2390642652757415334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/2390642652757415334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/2390642652757415334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/02/know-ye-not.html' title='Know Ye Not...'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-4059255733963148797</id><published>2009-02-21T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:27:59.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Vacation</title><content type='html'>Well....our vacation started with a dinner and Grandma and Grandpa Z, followed by spending two nights at Grandma and Grandpa W.  The 2nd day was full!  We got our family picture taken and individual pictures of Jacob and Jonathan.  Then, Garrett took me out shopping for clothes for Valentine's Day and the boys had fun with their grandparents, Aunt Amanda, and cousin Vincent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305763875998058930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SaHcIlL2ybI/AAAAAAAAAms/dDMsoLmMhxY/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a big hug for Grandma and all of the boys with Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305763886487186930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SaHcJMQqLfI/AAAAAAAAAm0/YjCenv6Rgjc/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to eat lunch with Great Grandma and Grandpa P.  They were so sweet with the boys and thanked us so many times for stopping to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we traveled on and stayed two nights with Uncle Carl and Aunt Carol, who were so kind to us, with fantastic breakfasts, good conversation, and pictures.  I got to know them for the first time, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SaHcgPLg3zI/AAAAAAAAAnU/EO1ygbbB_Ks/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305764282407903026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SaHcgPLg3zI/AAAAAAAAAnU/EO1ygbbB_Ks/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Jacob was ready for a nap)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the days with Great-Grandpa Neilson, who fixed us a fantastic stew and sent us home with all kinds of goodies.  He also spent some time with me, filling in some missing information about his mother.  It was a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SaHcJiOHKLI/AAAAAAAAAnM/9ggnOqRk2w8/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305763892382083250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SaHcJiOHKLI/AAAAAAAAAnM/9ggnOqRk2w8/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the boys at the park by Great-Grandpa N's house - the same one his father played at when he was a boy.  Jonathan loved going down this pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SaHcJsvDLnI/AAAAAAAAAnE/x3lz_CzIZ24/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305763895204589170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SaHcJsvDLnI/AAAAAAAAAnE/x3lz_CzIZ24/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The other boys loved the swings and anyone who saw me trying to extract Jacob from the swings probably thought I was kidnapping him the way he screamed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SaHcJBRb9LI/AAAAAAAAAm8/vQdcuKLTyOY/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305763883537659058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SaHcJBRb9LI/AAAAAAAAAm8/vQdcuKLTyOY/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't take any more pictures, but we got to go to church with Aunt Jolene and Uncle Ron.  Aunt Jolene taught a fantastic lesson on the spirit.  We got to watch two fantastic shows - Mrs. Potter (the author of Peter Rabbit) and August Rush.  We stayed two nights there.  We were even treated to a visit from Cousin Julie and her husband Greg and family.  It was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, we spent an evening and morning with with Grandma and Grandpa Z before traveling back home.  It was a wonderful trip and it is nice to be home.  Thanks to all those who helped us with places to stay and yummy food to eat!&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/6939937963164606271-4059255733963148797?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/4059255733963148797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=4059255733963148797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/4059255733963148797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/4059255733963148797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-vacation.html' title='Our Vacation'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SaHcIlL2ybI/AAAAAAAAAms/dDMsoLmMhxY/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-2127953059009884113</id><published>2009-02-17T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:22:32.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Emmy and Owen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We've been on vacation, so this is several days late! The twins' birthdays were on Friday, February 13th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two summers ago, Joseph and Jenn got the news.&lt;br /&gt;Two babies were coming; They’d have two names to choose.&lt;br /&gt;‘Tho they may have felt scared…apprehensive….perhaps;&lt;br /&gt;They just made it their quest – not bothering with naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with Mom in bed, they couldn’t wait any more&lt;br /&gt;To start living the lives they just knew were in store!&lt;br /&gt;First came Emmy so sweet; With spunk, she led the way.&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Owen followed, knowing he’d be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their parents listened with joy to their little screams,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing this was a good sign for their fam’ly’s dreams.&lt;br /&gt;The two were whisked away and hooked up to lots of tubes -&lt;br /&gt;Their home in the NICU in tiny plastic cubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like forever before to home they went.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan began to learn what, to his life, this meant.&lt;br /&gt;Emmy will often start testing out each new each step.&lt;br /&gt;From trying something new, she just can't be kept.&lt;br /&gt;Owen often seems content - just keeping his eye&lt;br /&gt;On his sister's attempts before he wants to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their unique temperaments have each been fun to see,&lt;br /&gt;Having taken their turns at both sweet and grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;And as they both have learned to move about the place.&lt;br /&gt;Being first to make a mess appears to be a race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen goes for the shoes and doesn’t seem to mind&lt;br /&gt;If it’s a boy or girl’s shoe, he is first to find.&lt;br /&gt;And wherever Emmy chooses her place to play&lt;br /&gt;That sweet smile she can give drives any frown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While their parents may have gained a few more grey hairs,&lt;br /&gt;These two have truly shown that good things come in pairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Emmy and Owen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-2127953059009884113?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/2127953059009884113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=2127953059009884113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/2127953059009884113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/2127953059009884113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-emmy-and-owen.html' title='Happy Birthday Emmy and Owen!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-3102357075450161370</id><published>2009-02-14T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:54:00.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hubby Tag for Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>Where we met: At a Single Adult FHE group in Evanston, Wyoming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long we dated before we got Hitched: About a year and a half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have we been married: It will be 6 years in June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's my favorite feature about him: His hands - they're always warm and gentle and perfect - not too calloused or rough - but not girly - just perfect....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my favorite quality about him:  He is really good at not caring what other people think, but just being himself.  I also really like his consumer skills - he researches his possibilities, finds the best deal, checks out the consumer opinions, etc.  It's fantastic.  Me....I just buy the first good thing I see and move on to the next thing on my To-Do List.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is his nickname for you: Honey or Wifey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His favorite Color: Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His favorite food: Whatever sounds good to him at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His favorite sport: He loved wrestling in high school - he doesn't really watch any sports now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said the L word first: Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First kiss, when and where: After we'd dated a little while, he was leaving my house and asked if he could kiss me goodnight. Of course, I said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite couple thing to do: Walk around random stores like Walmart, CalRanch, Smith &amp;amp; Edwards, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many kids: For now, we are content with our three, but we'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hidden talent: He is the best organizer, re-arranger ever. I'll come home from being gone and he'll have rearranged the furniture in some way I would have never even considered and it's perfect. He just has a really good idea of how to make the house functional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His age: 34 - just like me (except for 1.5 months a year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His favorite music: For his Valentine's Day present, I'm not going to touch this subject... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I admire most about him: How forgiving he is; also how much thought he puts into his decisions - he's really deliberate in what he does and says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His favorite past times: playing computer games, reading, surfing the net for the latest great deals at Cabela's, Tiger Direct, NewEgg, etc type sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will he read this: No, but he'll listen if I read it to him and he'll say, "Great" several times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-3102357075450161370?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/3102357075450161370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=3102357075450161370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/3102357075450161370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/3102357075450161370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/02/hubby-tag-for-valentines-day.html' title='Hubby Tag for Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-176429537165626987</id><published>2009-02-06T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:26:55.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry For Help</title><content type='html'>What do I get my husband for Valentine's Day? I can't beat last year's gift - I splurged and got him a gun he's been wanting. But I just want to give him something nice that is meaningful, but not expensive. Are their any wifes out there that have done something sweet I can copy....???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To complicate it just a little, we'll be out of town on vacation with all the kids...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-176429537165626987?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/176429537165626987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=176429537165626987' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/176429537165626987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/176429537165626987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/02/cry-for-help.html' title='Cry For Help'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-3826116497913771670</id><published>2009-02-06T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T11:55:32.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing It On....</title><content type='html'>My friend Marlene posted a clip from a news program that was fabulous. I highly recommend it. It's one of those feel-good things.... Just click on Marlene &amp;amp; Keri. It should be the latest post, Prepare to Shed a Few Tears of Joy.  I didn't cry, but I sure smiled a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-3826116497913771670?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/3826116497913771670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=3826116497913771670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/3826116497913771670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/3826116497913771670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/02/passing-it-on.html' title='Passing It On....'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-2817973641554693476</id><published>2009-01-29T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:55:30.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hometeaching</title><content type='html'>Last night, Garrett's hometeaching companion had finally been able to find a time to meet with one of their hometeaching families, who have been really, really busy.  Then, his work kept him out of town longer than planned and he called and asked Garrett to go without him.  Garrett suggested that Jonathan go with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan was elated.  We talked about our hometeachers - one of whom he calls our "special angel" (I think partly because he works out one of our local grocery stores and always gives the boys cookies).  Jonathan remembered that a hometeacher is supposed to see how you're doing, so he practiced shaking hands and saying, "How are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he wanted to share a story like our hometeachers do and he picked Joseph Smith as the topic.  He practiced on me and said (more or less - actually a lot more), "Joseph was a prophet who built a temple for Church Jesus Saints and Jesus was very proud of him."  Then, he wanted to tell the family to stop drinking coffee - also his plan of what to do on his mission.  We had to explain that whole thing for a while and finally, the two of them left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SYIVs_etSvI/AAAAAAAAAmk/AnHBdRIADhc/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296819974439783154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SYIVs_etSvI/AAAAAAAAAmk/AnHBdRIADhc/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got this shot after they came home.  Jonathan's talk is in his pocket (actually a paper from preschool with his name written in beans).  Jonathan is standing in his hometeaching pose - I have no idea what his hands are doing - maybe it's a hammer in his right hand, ready to smash the cup of coffee in his left hand....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-2817973641554693476?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/2817973641554693476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=2817973641554693476' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/2817973641554693476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/2817973641554693476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/01/hometeaching.html' title='Hometeaching'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SYIVs_etSvI/AAAAAAAAAmk/AnHBdRIADhc/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-5334863527741158440</id><published>2009-01-25T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:43:09.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mel-Belle!</title><content type='html'>A = the &lt;strong&gt;Angel &lt;/strong&gt;that was born today.&lt;br /&gt;B = your &lt;strong&gt;Birthday&lt;/strong&gt; cheer – Hip, Hip, Horray!&lt;br /&gt;C = the way your humor &lt;strong&gt;Charms&lt;/strong&gt; us all.&lt;br /&gt;D = the &lt;strong&gt;Delight&lt;/strong&gt; I feel whenever you call!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E = your patience when I speak an &lt;strong&gt;Earfull.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F = those great &lt;strong&gt;Funny Faces&lt;/strong&gt; you pull.&lt;br /&gt;G = the &lt;strong&gt;Giggles&lt;/strong&gt; we sisters all get;&lt;br /&gt;H = &lt;strong&gt;Hard&lt;/strong&gt; time as we try not to wet! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I = the &lt;strong&gt;Immaculate&lt;/strong&gt; house you keep.&lt;br /&gt;J = the &lt;strong&gt;Joy&lt;/strong&gt; you feel buying things cheap.&lt;br /&gt;K = the &lt;strong&gt;Kcal’s&lt;/strong&gt; you so caref’ly evade.&lt;br /&gt;L = the &lt;strong&gt;Luscious&lt;/strong&gt; recipes you’ve made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M = your love of being a &lt;strong&gt;Mother&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;N = &lt;strong&gt;Nurturing&lt;/strong&gt; Brooke and her brother.&lt;br /&gt;O = how you &lt;strong&gt;“Olvidar”&lt;/strong&gt; other’s failings. (Spanish)&lt;br /&gt;P = &lt;strong&gt;Patience &lt;/strong&gt;with all of your callings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q = you never &lt;strong&gt;Quit&lt;/strong&gt; - It seems you're always gone!&lt;br /&gt;R = the way that you &lt;strong&gt;Ran&lt;/strong&gt; it – your marathon!&lt;br /&gt;S = your &lt;strong&gt;Study&lt;/strong&gt; of the principles of wealth.&lt;br /&gt;T = your &lt;strong&gt;Talent&lt;/strong&gt; to care for your body's health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U = your &lt;strong&gt;Understanding&lt;/strong&gt; of God’s plan.&lt;br /&gt;V = the &lt;strong&gt;Volumes&lt;/strong&gt; your kids learn at your hand.&lt;br /&gt;W = your heart’s name, Beth, &lt;strong&gt;Will &lt;/strong&gt;always be.&lt;br /&gt;X = an&lt;strong&gt; “X”cellent&lt;/strong&gt; sis - my Melanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y = &lt;strong&gt;You’ve&lt;/strong&gt; been such a choice sister and a friend;&lt;br /&gt;Z = of my love for you, you won’t see &lt;strong&gt;“Z”&lt;/strong&gt; end.&lt;br /&gt;Mel, you're "Terrif" – Don’t you ever forget!&lt;br /&gt;May your 27th year be the best yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-5334863527741158440?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/5334863527741158440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=5334863527741158440' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/5334863527741158440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/5334863527741158440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-mel-belle.html' title='Happy Birthday Mel-Belle!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-8163662461715929375</id><published>2009-01-21T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:33:29.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Princess Brooke!</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there lived a wise king and noble queen&lt;br /&gt;Living such a carefree life in Land Destiny so green.&lt;br /&gt;But there was something missing in this perfect life they led&lt;br /&gt;“I think you need a baby,” a trusted servant calmly said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They felt the truth of his words, got their castle all prepared.&lt;br /&gt;Soon they welcomed little Brooke – though they still felt kind of scared.&lt;br /&gt;And Brooke didn’t make things easy – Fussing and crying in the start&lt;br /&gt;But it didn’t matter to her folks – She’d already won their hearts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If to bed they gently laid her, hoping for a little rest,&lt;br /&gt;She would decide not to nap, letting yells escape her chest.&lt;br /&gt;The queen would lift her princess – giving her a little kiss&lt;br /&gt;The King would say, “My Pumpkin – Oh! How you were missed!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this loving, kind atmosphere – the little princess grew&lt;br /&gt;First came birthday number one, then two and three came too.&lt;br /&gt;This year we’d like to wish Brooke Happy Birthday #4.&lt;br /&gt;And we hope the princess has many, many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Brooke!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-8163662461715929375?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/8163662461715929375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=8163662461715929375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/8163662461715929375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/8163662461715929375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-princess-brooke.html' title='Happy Birthday Princess Brooke!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-9155334846465502719</id><published>2009-01-19T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:24:08.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday Jacob!</title><content type='html'>Our little Jacob's birthday was today.&lt;br /&gt;Those little eyes have oh! so much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SXVddMhAL1I/AAAAAAAAAlU/B4bV_uOBaUE/s1600-h/May+2008+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293239693201125202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SXVddMhAL1I/AAAAAAAAAlU/B4bV_uOBaUE/s320/May+2008+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the age of one, he has learned quite well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When his brothers tease, he knows how to yell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here he appears calm - without any care&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But he's watching that his new toys stay there!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SXVddLkldSI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ddKZ_024-pc/s1600-h/May+2008+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293239692947715362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SXVddLkldSI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ddKZ_024-pc/s320/May+2008+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here he's nestled close in the arms of his dad&lt;br /&gt;You would think he never ever could get mad&lt;br /&gt;You can see it's easy to for us to love&lt;br /&gt;This special boy who was a gift from above!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SXVdcxrX8hI/AAAAAAAAAlE/8MgQ-SHoGNY/s1600-h/May+2008+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293239685996868114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SXVdcxrX8hI/AAAAAAAAAlE/8MgQ-SHoGNY/s320/May+2008+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the before shot of the b-day cake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Scroll right down to see the mess that he did make!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293239701065588370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SXVddp0CXpI/AAAAAAAAAlc/AmhHbh2DRq4/s320/May+2008+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The joy he feels he surely will not hide;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Opening his mouth, he lets out what's inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293239700930050530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SXVddpTuOeI/AAAAAAAAAlk/1Up96DiAbII/s320/May+2008+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Happy Birthday little Jacob! - We sure do love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-9155334846465502719?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/9155334846465502719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=9155334846465502719' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/9155334846465502719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/9155334846465502719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-1st-birthday-jacob.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday Jacob!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SXVddMhAL1I/AAAAAAAAAlU/B4bV_uOBaUE/s72-c/May+2008+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-7791114718586842379</id><published>2009-01-16T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:41:01.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Corbin!</title><content type='html'>For Garrett's family, the first grandson&lt;br /&gt;Came from Aunt Mandi and Uncle Brandon.&lt;br /&gt;All the wives of the oldest sons three&lt;br /&gt;Were expecting each a little baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And each of those babies were boys, it's true!&lt;br /&gt;Painting parent's lives with the color blue.&lt;br /&gt;And the first baby came five years ago today.&lt;br /&gt;In Mandi's arms for the first time he did lay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corbin has grown to quite a little man,&lt;br /&gt;Helping out his parents, his growing body can.&lt;br /&gt;Wrestling, playing, running with those bright eyes!&lt;br /&gt;Exploring it all  - I'm sure that he tries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corbin, on this special day of your birth -&lt;br /&gt;Your anniversary of coming down to Earth.&lt;br /&gt;Your aunts and uncles and growing cousins too&lt;br /&gt;Send a huge hug and happy birthday to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-7791114718586842379?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/7791114718586842379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=7791114718586842379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/7791114718586842379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/7791114718586842379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-corbin.html' title='Happy Birthday Corbin!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-7380339071095185826</id><published>2009-01-15T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:40:29.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up....</title><content type='html'>So, Jonathan decided what he wants to be when he grows up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his mission, he's going to ride his horse up to outer space and find the planet with the dinosaurs and kill them with his sword and then go to the "Jesus Planet" and visit Jesus.  Then, he's coming back to put the dinosaur bones in a "zoozeum" (museum).  Then, he's going to come back home and give me a hug and kiss because I'll have really missed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's right....I will have really missed him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-7380339071095185826?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/7380339071095185826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=7380339071095185826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/7380339071095185826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/7380339071095185826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-what-do-you-want-to-be-when-you.html' title='And What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up....'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-9120780300901710176</id><published>2009-01-13T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:07:40.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Garrett (once again)!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SW1is_BvqEI/AAAAAAAAAk8/aTWPidRzH6E/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290993662202718274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SW1is_BvqEI/AAAAAAAAAk8/aTWPidRzH6E/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was the birthday of my lover and my friend&lt;br /&gt;The man I hope I be with until the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need some help planning to go out of doors&lt;br /&gt;Or need a food you can cook on a fire (besides s’mores).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever shoot your gun and your bullet is a dud.&lt;br /&gt;Or if you wonder what made the track in the mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something gets broken and is impossible to fix&lt;br /&gt;Or if you need to make a fire with only wooden sticks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need someone who is the world’s greatest listener&lt;br /&gt;Or if you wonder whose lips are the finest kissers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well – all this describes the Garrett of my heart&lt;br /&gt;And just the tip of the iceburg of the talents in his kart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the saying goes from the 80’s, he is rad!&lt;br /&gt;And I’m the lucky girl whose kids can call him dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-9120780300901710176?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/9120780300901710176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=9120780300901710176' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/9120780300901710176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/9120780300901710176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-garrett-once-again.html' title='Happy Birthday Garrett (once again)!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SW1is_BvqEI/AAAAAAAAAk8/aTWPidRzH6E/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-8428231634953813241</id><published>2009-01-11T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:21:40.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Brithday Garrett!</title><content type='html'>I haven't gotten Garrett's poem done yet, but we're going to celebrate his birthday tomorrow, so maybe I get an extra day....&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SWqZyiorblI/AAAAAAAAAk0/WzWdWTHzUrg/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290209805870001746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SWqZyiorblI/AAAAAAAAAk0/WzWdWTHzUrg/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's been at work this whole weekend, so we are hoping to surprise him today. When he finishes work, this is what he'll find in his truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SWqZyLDyS2I/AAAAAAAAAks/IJiwmWXd2ug/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290209799541246818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SWqZyLDyS2I/AAAAAAAAAks/IJiwmWXd2ug/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hope that when he sees it.......he's still willing to come home.....We love you Garrett!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SWqZxoOulxI/AAAAAAAAAkk/5979pCVr1Ek/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290209790191900434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SWqZxoOulxI/AAAAAAAAAkk/5979pCVr1Ek/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P.S. By the way, I've added some pictures to the entries Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday Eugene...&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/6939937963164606271-8428231634953813241?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/8428231634953813241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=8428231634953813241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/8428231634953813241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/8428231634953813241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-brithday-garrett.html' title='Happy Brithday Garrett!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SWqZyiorblI/AAAAAAAAAk0/WzWdWTHzUrg/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-1398261768028640449</id><published>2009-01-11T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:05:11.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Rachel!</title><content type='html'>My parent’s first grandchild is Rachel kind and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Her bible name is one I always thought was neat.&lt;br /&gt;From the start, her personality was very strong.&lt;br /&gt;And you had take care not to look at her wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since then she has grown and has changed even more&lt;br /&gt;And though she can be quiet – she’s one you won’t want to ignore!&lt;br /&gt;With her huge, contagious smile and her lovely, golden hair&lt;br /&gt;She could sing and dance her way to the arms of Fred Estair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is her birthday – She’s up to number six,&lt;br /&gt;So she’s getting more and more of those candlesticks.&lt;br /&gt;And from our small family – we’d like to send our best&lt;br /&gt;To our darling Rachel – Our favorite in all the west!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Rachel!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-1398261768028640449?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/1398261768028640449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=1398261768028640449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/1398261768028640449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/1398261768028640449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-rachel.html' title='Happy Birthday Rachel!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-3560237111779381949</id><published>2009-01-09T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:11:48.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OB1 KaJonathan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SWqYyJ5hzuI/AAAAAAAAAkc/FT_J7TjtWMA/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290208699718160098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SWqYyJ5hzuI/AAAAAAAAAkc/FT_J7TjtWMA/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We gave Jonathan and Gabe lightsabers for Christmas. Star Wars is a favorite around our house and they always got so excited when they saw these at the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day, I see Jonathan giving Gabe his lightsaber and he explains, "Gabe, remember, THIS is your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For those of you who aren't familiar with this phrase, it's one that OB1 Kanobee says to young Anakin Skywalker as he trains him to be a Jedi Knight!&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/6939937963164606271-3560237111779381949?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/3560237111779381949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=3560237111779381949' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/3560237111779381949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/3560237111779381949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/01/ob1-kajonathan.html' title='OB1 KaJonathan'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SWqYyJ5hzuI/AAAAAAAAAkc/FT_J7TjtWMA/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-6333352185837610424</id><published>2009-01-09T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:01:21.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Grandma LaVene!</title><content type='html'>Here’s a story of a very special little girl&lt;br /&gt;Who grew to a woman – an “of great price” pearl.&lt;br /&gt;Her life, one might say, had a sad sort of start;&lt;br /&gt;At three years old, she lost the mother of her heart.&lt;br /&gt;But blessed she was with another woman grand&lt;br /&gt;Who made home a place where love did abound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within that loving home, my grandma changed and grew.&lt;br /&gt;In the eyes of a handsome soldier, she was quite a view.&lt;br /&gt;And he asked for her hand from my great grandpa&lt;br /&gt;And Oh! What a treasure he caught in that paw.&lt;br /&gt;They started their lives together and in twenty more years&lt;br /&gt;Three boys and five girls came with blood, sweat, and tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more years later, the grandkids started to come&lt;br /&gt;Of this couple’s great posterity, I am but one.&lt;br /&gt;At Grandma’s side, I’ve spent hours and hours,&lt;br /&gt;Assisting in cooking, cleaning, gardens and flowers.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, one of my earliest memories was so cool&lt;br /&gt;She took me to her first grade class at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we always lived so close to her home&lt;br /&gt;I went with her and grandpa the country for to roam.&lt;br /&gt;Always willing to talk to me when I had a need&lt;br /&gt;Grandma’s ability to talk is a talent indeed!&lt;br /&gt;But it’s just one of the things that she could do&lt;br /&gt;To magnify her family in the eyes of not a few!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caring for people is a great talent of my grandpa’s wife&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with loved ones at the end of their life.&lt;br /&gt;So willing to serve and when the tables are turned&lt;br /&gt;A big hearty thank you – she’s sure you have earned!&lt;br /&gt;This nurturing woman is good with people of all kinds&lt;br /&gt;From young to old - She doesn’t seem to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma, You've been the perfect grandma for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful to be part of your posterity.&lt;br /&gt;You're one of the "noble and great" of my life.&lt;br /&gt;A huge happy birthday to my grandpa's wife!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-6333352185837610424?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/6333352185837610424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=6333352185837610424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/6333352185837610424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/6333352185837610424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-grandma-lavene.html' title='Happy Birthday Grandma LaVene!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-5921289673539839128</id><published>2009-01-09T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T04:08:39.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Grandpa Eugene!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SWqYYWL7AHI/AAAAAAAAAkU/l21PzmGmqQQ/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290208256339935346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SWqYYWL7AHI/AAAAAAAAAkU/l21PzmGmqQQ/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SWqYX7KkPTI/AAAAAAAAAkM/fcvBQkq7iZE/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290208249086491954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SWqYX7KkPTI/AAAAAAAAAkM/fcvBQkq7iZE/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I will send (if my writing mind can)&lt;br /&gt;A big happy birthday for Garrett’s old man&lt;br /&gt;Now – “Old” is a relative term, I have heard&lt;br /&gt;And Eugene is my relative – in a word.&lt;br /&gt;He’s lived for a while – experiencing plenty&lt;br /&gt;And he knows much more than he did at twenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And what has he done since twenty?” you ask.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will tell you the little I know of his past.&lt;br /&gt;Since my husband Garrett was only a wee little lad,&lt;br /&gt;The local boyscout leader was almost always his Dad.&lt;br /&gt;Hunting and fishing, guns, safety, knots, and knives&lt;br /&gt;He made this great program a huge part of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great concept instilled in his childrens’ heads&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between wrestling mats and their bunk beds&lt;br /&gt;He taught them how to be consumers truly great&lt;br /&gt;And how to make sure their deals are first rate.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can tell you this skill does come in handy&lt;br /&gt;When checking out things from cars to red candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But finally, he showed by example most steady&lt;br /&gt;That for sharing the gospel – Always be ready.&lt;br /&gt;Fulfilling your duties at church is a must.&lt;br /&gt;For in you Lord has place his great trust.&lt;br /&gt;Dad – Happy Birthday – You’ve done a great job&lt;br /&gt;May a joyous birthday from you not be robbed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a great time with you and Grandma this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Have a fantastic b-day!&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/6939937963164606271-5921289673539839128?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/5921289673539839128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=5921289673539839128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/5921289673539839128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/5921289673539839128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-grandpa-eugeen.html' title='Happy Birthday Grandpa Eugene!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SWqYYWL7AHI/AAAAAAAAAkU/l21PzmGmqQQ/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-8179163220393210673</id><published>2009-01-07T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:19:14.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Hadley!</title><content type='html'>In the family of Brandon and Mandi,&lt;br /&gt;There are three sweet young fellows handy.&lt;br /&gt;The middle child has a birthday today&lt;br /&gt;To Hadley we send out a birthday horay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His smiles brings all joy&lt;br /&gt;He’s mommy’s sweet boy&lt;br /&gt;The toys he is hoardin’&lt;br /&gt;To keep some from Corbin.&lt;br /&gt;At least one cool toy and no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s how sharing’s covered&lt;br /&gt;When you’ve got older brothers.&lt;br /&gt;His dad could have taught him&lt;br /&gt;‘bout the times Garrett got him&lt;br /&gt;They all survive it, I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Hadley!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-8179163220393210673?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/8179163220393210673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=8179163220393210673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/8179163220393210673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/8179163220393210673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-hadley.html' title='Happy Birthday Hadley!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-7332759515922784539</id><published>2008-12-23T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:03:31.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SWqW0JvxpgI/AAAAAAAAAkE/0HFxSInxAxo/s1600-h/001+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290206535013737986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SWqW0JvxpgI/AAAAAAAAAkE/0HFxSInxAxo/s320/001+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SWqWzi278yI/AAAAAAAAAj8/-iNpj8Wrvjs/s1600-h/003+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290206524574790434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SWqWzi278yI/AAAAAAAAAj8/-iNpj8Wrvjs/s320/003+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Platt Letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;UPDATE ON THE PAST YEAR&lt;br /&gt;Christmas 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Forecast&lt;br /&gt;↑ Family Size -25% growth in ‘08&lt;br /&gt;← Location -Over 400 miles away from where we were&lt;br /&gt;↑ Vehicles -Up one motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;☺ Adult:Kid Ratio -Kids up by 1!&lt;br /&gt;↑ Male:Female Ratio -Female #’s take a dive&lt;br /&gt;↑ Scars on Gabe’s face -200% growth in ‘08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our newest addition arrived on January 19th, and we can’t imagine life without Jacob Ephraim.&lt;/strong&gt; You might think that he’d be crawling by now, but no – he’s a scooter. He’s perfectly content to shimmy his way around to get his hands on any desired object. With two big brothers, he can really make some noise if something he wants is taken away, but most of the time, he’s full of smiles and giggles that delight the whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since moving, Gabe’s gained two new scars and a chipped tooth.&lt;/strong&gt; Both revolve around rowdy playing with Jonathan and one resulted in 7 stitches, a trip to the ER, and a full paycheck’s bill! But it doesn’t stop him! He keeps chasing Jonathan. Gabe is the funnest little snuggler, content to fall asleep with your arms around him, holding at least one hand. He loves watching “shows” of any kind, eating “treats”, and pretending to be Scooby with his older brother Shaggy, to whom he calls out, “Shaggy!!!!!! …Are you????”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Shaggy, that is &lt;strong&gt;Jonathan, has just completed half a year of preschool&lt;/strong&gt;, where he informed me that he’s reminded to turn his voice box off. He loves going to school, unless Daddy’s home and he fears he’ll miss out on some fun “tool-containing” project. He is convinced that Daddy should quit his job and just work with his tools and his favorite helpers. Jonathan really enjoys scripture study and primary. He begs for the chance to do more chores and help mom around the house (that is, if Dad’s gone, and nothing “fun” is going on!). He’s always saying things that surprise his mom to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In May, we sold our house in Wyoming, and bought a new home in Idaho around the middle of July.&lt;/strong&gt; In the interim, we lived with Cynthia’s parents. With the money from the sale of our old home, we were able to make some cost-efficient changes like new windows and roof insulation, and a much needed shed for Garrett, who was used to having a whole garage to himself. We were also able to pay off most of our debt and we feel incredibly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Garrett works just down the street at the local hospital on the med-surg floor.&lt;/strong&gt; Things are a lot busier here, but he, as always, remains dedicated to supporting our growing family. When he returns home from a long day at work, the boys scream in delight and Cynthia’s internal delight is almost as loud. His days off are filled with projects, family, and fun! Garrett bought a motorcycle this fall and is looking forward to the upcoming summer of bike rides and fishing! He blesses our family with his thought-filled and careful decision-making skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cynthia keeps herself busy as a Sunbeam teacher, part-time employee in pscho-social rehabilitation, and full-time mother. &lt;/strong&gt;As she watches the kids grow and learn and change, there are mixed emotions. It’s such a joy to see them learn new things; yet, it’s with the realization that these days won’t go on forever, but are literally once in a lifetime. Being a mother is so rewarding and fulfilling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At this Christmas season, we express our gratitude for the Savior, His example, and the Atonement.&lt;/strong&gt; These gifts are what makes life so meaningful. On top of this grand blessing, we are so grateful for family and friends. Our lives are so rich and full and we owe all this to a loving Heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/strong&gt; May your holidays be wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Very Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Garrett, Cynthia, Jonathan, Gabe, &amp;amp; Jacob&lt;br /&gt;The Platt Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. This letter is formatted after the Kiplinger Letter. When Garrett’s brother Joseph left on his mission, he explained that he didn’t want huge long letters, but just the highlights. So, this letter is dedicated to Elder Joseph in the Knoxville Tennessee mission! We are so proud of him, as well as Cynthia’s youngest sister, Stephanie, in the Adelaide Australia mission! They are such good examples for our boys!&lt;/span&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/6939937963164606271-7332759515922784539?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/7332759515922784539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=7332759515922784539' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/7332759515922784539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/7332759515922784539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SWqW0JvxpgI/AAAAAAAAAkE/0HFxSInxAxo/s72-c/001+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-6618518147598833995</id><published>2008-12-23T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T09:07:25.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 6-Month B-Day Bradyn!</title><content type='html'>The middle of this year – It was June twenty-third.&lt;br /&gt;Some quite exciting news, from our Brandon was heard.&lt;br /&gt;He and Mandi had just had their third baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;Since they were first married, their lives had tripled in joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Corbin, then Hadley – Now Bradyn was here,&lt;br /&gt;And all of our family let out three loud cheers!&lt;br /&gt;But in the excitement (Our move didn’t help)&lt;br /&gt;Bradyn didn’t get a poem – and truly bad I’ve felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today is 6 months since he was first born&lt;br /&gt;And it sure is reason to toot another horn!&lt;br /&gt;So your Happy Birthday poem has finally arrived&lt;br /&gt;And we happ’ly add you to our fam’ly list with pride!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-6618518147598833995?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/6618518147598833995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=6618518147598833995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/6618518147598833995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/6618518147598833995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-6-month-b-day-bradyn.html' title='Happy 6-Month B-Day Bradyn!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-8019681549797500160</id><published>2008-12-21T21:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:44:26.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Silly Boys and 4 Happy Jacob's</title><content type='html'>Jonathan and Gabe are laying inside our closet....Interesting!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SU8oM7XVJkI/AAAAAAAAAj0/diuNwfo85_M/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282485090487969346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SU8oM7XVJkI/AAAAAAAAAj0/diuNwfo85_M/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob's had ear infections and has been teething.  While I was getting things done, these two darling men fell asleep together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SU8oMi8Hg1I/AAAAAAAAAjs/SIHcr51qRHo/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282485083931378514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SU8oMi8Hg1I/AAAAAAAAAjs/SIHcr51qRHo/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob at Grandma's house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SU8oMYmHrII/AAAAAAAAAjk/-gBlzTeKd84/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282485081154759810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SU8oMYmHrII/AAAAAAAAAjk/-gBlzTeKd84/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob in the tub (look at the smile and then imagine taking him out of the tub  ;{&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SU8oLh5QeAI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Pg2ghj8Mvys/s1600-h/024+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282485066471077890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SU8oLh5QeAI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Pg2ghj8Mvys/s320/024+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows what toys his brothers love - Gabe was sleeping and Jonathan was at school, so he knew he had a monopoly on the toys.   YEEHAW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SU8oLWAJCTI/AAAAAAAAAjU/N0-vWC9lT7M/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282485063278725426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SU8oLWAJCTI/AAAAAAAAAjU/N0-vWC9lT7M/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6939937963164606271-8019681549797500160?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/8019681549797500160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=8019681549797500160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/8019681549797500160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/8019681549797500160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2008/12/1-silly-boys-and-4-happy-jacobs.html' title='1 Silly Boys and 4 Happy Jacob&apos;s'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SU8oM7XVJkI/AAAAAAAAAj0/diuNwfo85_M/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-2068122314724474447</id><published>2008-12-21T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:36:42.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing in the Snow with Dad!</title><content type='html'>Garrett's showing me that Gabe's been eating snow with his shovel.  Yum!  Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SU8mQ-9h0bI/AAAAAAAAAjM/qRdLlrxyUAw/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282482961149710770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SU8mQ-9h0bI/AAAAAAAAAjM/qRdLlrxyUAw/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the boys on the 4-wheeler with Garrett!  What good-looking guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SU8mQu317UI/AAAAAAAAAjE/T_DXgZFbuRQ/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282482956830895426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SU8mQu317UI/AAAAAAAAAjE/T_DXgZFbuRQ/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the boys getting all dressed up to go outside!  Since then, Gabe's been living in his boots.  We have to insist that he put them away to go to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SU8mPjBHauI/AAAAAAAAAi8/CluXxLcnhiw/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282482936468695778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SU8mPjBHauI/AAAAAAAAAi8/CluXxLcnhiw/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-2068122314724474447?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/2068122314724474447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=2068122314724474447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/2068122314724474447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/2068122314724474447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2008/12/playing-in-snow-with-dad.html' title='Playing in the Snow with Dad!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SU8mQ-9h0bI/AAAAAAAAAjM/qRdLlrxyUAw/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-8767180672393670304</id><published>2008-12-21T21:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:26:42.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Christmas Highlights!</title><content type='html'>We took a weekend to go and see my grandparents - The kids loved it as you can see!  It was wonderful.  Jonathan got to hear Grandpa explain about each of his tools.  They loved the new toys - toys I played with as a child.  And, Jacob had lots of new things to check out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SU8jg1zZSQI/AAAAAAAAAi0/Xuv-qYkpPhs/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282479935034312962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SU8jg1zZSQI/AAAAAAAAAi0/Xuv-qYkpPhs/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is also at Grandma and Grandpa's - my family will recognize the afgan in the background.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that Gabe is trying to tickle Jacob...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SU8jgu71kfI/AAAAAAAAAis/Q9l9tbM98to/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282479933190672882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SU8jgu71kfI/AAAAAAAAAis/Q9l9tbM98to/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going up to my grandparents' house, we hung out at my parents house and played with cousins.  This picture shows Sarah, Gabe and Katie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SU8jgMO7bFI/AAAAAAAAAik/LqrY9pGDcks/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282479923875507282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SU8jgMO7bFI/AAAAAAAAAik/LqrY9pGDcks/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the other direction, Katie, Brooke, Jonathan, Rachel and the backs of Sarah and Gabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SU8jf-UFPfI/AAAAAAAAAic/NqaZx63G6DA/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282479920139025906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SU8jf-UFPfI/AAAAAAAAAic/NqaZx63G6DA/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my stockings!  Aren't they cute.  My friend Marci (a kindred spirit) let me have a copy of the pattern and helped me with the tags.  My mom helped me pick out some material, but I sewed it all.  I'm quite pleased.  The boys picked out their material (from a pre-chosen bunch of fabrics).  I have material for another in case we end up needing to hang another sock someday... (this is not an announcement!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SU8jfoPFHII/AAAAAAAAAiU/2FlT1-c5xGk/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282479914212465794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SU8jfoPFHII/AAAAAAAAAiU/2FlT1-c5xGk/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6939937963164606271-8767180672393670304?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/8767180672393670304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=8767180672393670304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/8767180672393670304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/8767180672393670304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2008/12/pre-christmas-highlights.html' title='Pre-Christmas Highlights!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SU8jg1zZSQI/AAAAAAAAAi0/Xuv-qYkpPhs/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-5063843388475433111</id><published>2008-12-17T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T02:42:09.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tag!</title><content type='html'>50 Question on Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Does your family send out Christmas cards?  Yes, but we sure aren't going to get to it this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How soon do you start shopping?  Oh, maybe on December 1st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who do you shop for?  Mostly the kids, but parents, and one of Garrett's siblings (whoever's name we have for the year - this year it's Uncle Joseph)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you put up a Christmas tree?  Yes, meaning I put the decorations on with the kids after Garrett gets the tree up with the beautiful lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If so, is it fake or real?  It's definitely not pretend, but it's not from a forest, just a store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you like tinsel?  It looks nice on other people's trees, but I don't want to mess with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you use homeade or storebought ornaments?  Both, some of the bulbs are store bought that we got when we were first married, but the rest are just a hodge-podge of random ones that we've been given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you put Christmas lights outside your house?  I don't think we have since we were first married, but we did this year and thanks to us living on a corner, we got lots of compliments (way to go, Garrett!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you put lights on the tree?  Once again, yes, meaning my husband did (and they look fantastic!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How about popcorn and cranberries?  Well....we eat popcorn and I've been making myself fresh cranberry juice (pretty tart!, but very good for me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Is there a wreath hanging on your door?  No, it wouldn't fit, so Garrett's got it hanging on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you celebrate it?  Do I celebrate the wreath???  I don't understand the question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you hang up your stocking?  Yes, yes, yes - I made my own Christmas stockings this year and they look terrific!  In the past, we've had storebought ones, but then, on Christmas morning, we filled up some other more stuffable stockings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Does your family read "Twas the night before Christmas?"  We read a book of Christmas stories the month of December and I believe that "Twas the night before Christmas" may be one of them, but I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite Christmas Movie?  I have always loved Miracle of 34th Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite Character from any Christmas Movie?  I love my brother's rendition of Jimmy Stewart freaking out after he gets his life back....truly classic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite Christmas Song?  Any one of them, if I'm singing with family around the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Favorite Christmas Memory?  Surprising my parents w/my scholarship to USU by wrapping it and tossing it under thetree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Give or Receive?  Honestly, I love both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Eggnog or Cider?  I detest store-bought eggnog and salmonilla poisening ruins my family recipe for homemade eggnog;  I'd have to agree with Necha, Wassail is the way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Red or Green?  Green is my favorite color, but I love the red and green together for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ham or Turkey?  I love those spiral hams for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star or Angel?  Star, but I do believe in angels (but I want the star at the top of my tree!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Lights or Colored Lights?  We have colored lights, but I just love any lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Blinking Lights or Still Lights?  We have still lights - I prefer them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Were you Naughty or Nice this year?  Probably some of both, but I will make new year's resolutions to be nicer next year (as always).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What do you want for Christmas this year?  I'm getting the one thing I wanted, which is a guitar; however, my true excitement lies in seeing my boys' faces as they open their gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. When do you open your gifts?  Usually one on Christmas Eve and the rest on Christmas day, but this year, Garrett's got to work Christmas, so we'll be opening most of the presents on the 26th, but the kids won't care as they don't know the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What's the best gift you've ever gotten?  I don't know - probably the lap top my husband got me this year for Mother's Day.  It's been the most used gift - I use it all the time, for cooking, cleaning (the music), budgeting, keeping in touch, well, just everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What's the worst gift you've ever gotten?  The thing that comes to mind is the worst gift my sister got - which was a pair of cowboy boots with fringes and frills and Christmas lights that you plug in.  It was a gag gift to make fun of the year mom got her these boots for Christmas that were cute, but not her style and she didn't know what to say, but wasn't going to wear them.  Really funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Who gives you the most gifts?  Garrett - He is the king of gift giving.  He can think of gifts I would love, that I would never even think to ask for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Have you ever had a secret Santa?  I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you like wrapping gifts?  Yah - it's fun.  I prefer wrapping with someone else, but it's fun either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you put change in those red buckets?  Yes, I feel guilty if I don't.  This year I let Jonathan do it, so maybe I've started a new life of guilt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you burn a yule log?  I don't really know what that is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Can you name all the reindeer?  Yes, but I have to sing the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you bake cookies?  Yes, I'm actually typing with the smell of our latest batches of sugar cookies and chocolate mint browies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Have you ever seen your mommy kissing Santa Clause?  No, probably because my dad isn't the Santa Clause type, and my mom doesn't kiss anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever gotten a kiss under the mistletoe?  Not that I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you go caroling?  I like to sing carols, but I prefer to sing them in warm houses and skip the walking around in the cold, but I have been caroling as a child with my family and for some YW/YM activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you drive around and look at the Christmas lights?  We have before, but we haven't this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Have you ever left Santa cookies?  I don't remember ever doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you ever sat on Santa's lap?  Yes, I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Who do you celebrate Christmas with?  The handsomest man in the world (Garrett) and the three cutest boys to ever live (Jacob, Gabe, and Jonathan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Where do you celebrate Christmas?  At my home, wherever that happens to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Have you ever had a white Christmas?  Of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What part of Christmas do you look most foward to?  All the fun things that lead up to Christmas and the anticipation of Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Have you ever had your picture taken with Santa?  I believe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Does your family always take a picture at Christmas?  We've tried to, but didn't get one this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What is the meaning of Christmas?  Our Stake Presidency has really encouraged us to remember the gift of the atonement during this Christmas holiday.  This is the greatest gift.  I am so grateful for the Savior, for his birth, his life, his example, and the gift of his atonement.  I think Christmas is all about remembering and celebrating that - and hopefully those feelings will stay in our hearts all year long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tagging my family (mine and Garrett's!)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-5063843388475433111?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/5063843388475433111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=5063843388475433111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/5063843388475433111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/5063843388475433111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-tag.html' title='Christmas Tag!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-2566680407088825551</id><published>2008-12-15T20:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:46:52.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Little Sarah!</title><content type='html'>Shayla was the first one of my sisters to wed.&lt;br /&gt;Our dear David became her new family head.&lt;br /&gt;That was seven years ago from this very day.&lt;br /&gt;Of this stalwart couple, there’s much that I could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead my poem will tell of a gift that they got&lt;br /&gt;After they’d been married five years on the dot!&lt;br /&gt;For that’s the happy day sweet Sarah did arrive;&lt;br /&gt;And from the start they found, her only gear was “Drive”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has this smile that makes both her blue eyes twinkle.&lt;br /&gt;Bringing lots of grins – she’s also caused some wrinkles.&lt;br /&gt;Her parents would n’er complain – They love her little antics.&lt;br /&gt;And all who are around must say that she is quite fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is her birthday – Two years old is she!&lt;br /&gt;And there’ll be more to share before she turns three!&lt;br /&gt;Until then, let’s all sit back and enjoy this darling lass;&lt;br /&gt;And sadly, like all children, she’ll grow up much too fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-2566680407088825551?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/2566680407088825551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=2566680407088825551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/2566680407088825551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/2566680407088825551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-little-sarah.html' title='Happy Birthday Little Sarah!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-1832408967607912208</id><published>2008-12-13T21:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T21:48:57.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So You Never Thought You'd See Garrett Dance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; 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It was fun to watch him perform and he was so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ST8z-7DfRjI/AAAAAAAAAbM/gV6hYXJizoM/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277994444398741042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ST8z-7DfRjI/AAAAAAAAAbM/gV6hYXJizoM/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you can pick the three microphones out, there is a little boy who looks like he's singing right into the microphone farthest to the right.  Jonathan is to the right of that little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ST8z-oF_0jI/AAAAAAAAAbE/dI0dR3gESOk/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277994439308988978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ST8z-oF_0jI/AAAAAAAAAbE/dI0dR3gESOk/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Grandma with the three boys!  We had a hard time keeping Jonathan still for the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ST8z-VqHj1I/AAAAAAAAAa8/PcffBTLwkeE/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277994434360217426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ST8z-VqHj1I/AAAAAAAAAa8/PcffBTLwkeE/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is one very excited little boy!&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/6939937963164606271-7144507589327674850?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/7144507589327674850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=7144507589327674850' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/7144507589327674850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/7144507589327674850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2008/12/festival-of-trees.html' title='Festival of Trees'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ST8z-7DfRjI/AAAAAAAAAbM/gV6hYXJizoM/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-6237663832454189795</id><published>2008-12-09T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:22:56.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up on November</title><content type='html'>So, to catch up, since I am terribly behind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Uncle Joseph who entered the MTC in the middle of November. I thought it would be good to have a shot where you can see how tall they are compared to their missionary uncle. Then, we'll have an after shot when he gets home to see how much they've grown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ST8ycu7zeMI/AAAAAAAAAak/qKjC0QINhSo/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277992757518104770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ST8ycu7zeMI/AAAAAAAAAak/qKjC0QINhSo/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is handsome little Jacob with Uncle Joseph - His little smile just melts my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ST8ycOAbvPI/AAAAAAAAAac/dLyarJ9-1bg/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277992748679150834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ST8ycOAbvPI/AAAAAAAAAac/dLyarJ9-1bg/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jacob - loving the rides every where we go (at least in this shot!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ST8yb3cYUKI/AAAAAAAAAaU/7uyU2F1ILcQ/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277992742622351522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ST8yb3cYUKI/AAAAAAAAAaU/7uyU2F1ILcQ/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is when the car ride is the most peaceful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ST8ybQ4Lt0I/AAAAAAAAAaM/BPqMt3rwdV0/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277992732269983554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ST8ybQ4Lt0I/AAAAAAAAAaM/BPqMt3rwdV0/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent Thanksgiving with Grandma and Grandpa Warnick. If you ask the boys about it, they'd say "Lots of fantastic food and great toys!" I'd have to agree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ST8yaxs4etI/AAAAAAAAAaE/EbUNrFfaT4E/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277992723901086418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ST8yaxs4etI/AAAAAAAAAaE/EbUNrFfaT4E/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6939937963164606271-6237663832454189795?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/6237663832454189795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=6237663832454189795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/6237663832454189795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/6237663832454189795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2008/12/catch-up-not-for-fries.html' title='Catching Up on November'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/ST8ycu7zeMI/AAAAAAAAAak/qKjC0QINhSo/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-1019473692127745508</id><published>2008-12-02T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:28:17.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come What May - And Love It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/STXD_bnyDWI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Tru7-s9iQXY/s1600-h/med_WIRTHLIN_large1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275338033048194402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/STXD_bnyDWI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Tru7-s9iQXY/s320/med_WIRTHLIN_large1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elder Worthlin died last night.  His last conference address has really impacted me.  He quotes his mother as saying - Come What May - And Love It! This has become a favorite saying of mine! I'm sad to hear of his death, but happy to imagine him back with his wife. I'm sure his family here on Earth is really missing him! I'll always remember this last talk of his - and I hope I can always remember to come what may and love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-1019473692127745508?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/1019473692127745508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=1019473692127745508' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/1019473692127745508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/1019473692127745508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2008/12/come-what-may-and-love-it.html' title='Come What May - And Love It!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/STXD_bnyDWI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Tru7-s9iQXY/s72-c/med_WIRTHLIN_large1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-6313252685897569065</id><published>2008-11-30T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T10:40:50.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving Season!</title><content type='html'>As Thanksgiving Day is over, but we're still within the realms of the Thanksgiving Weekend, I just want to say Happy Thanksgiving Season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to go see Grandma and Grandpa down south and spend Thanksgiving with them.  We got also see Aunt Diane, Uncle Jerry and their family, as well as Ben and Amanda and Shawn.  It was great.  Aunt Diane and I won every game of Sequence - we have good combined carma.  The food was fantastic - I even got my own special dish of yams, without all those nasty marshmellows on top.  I took a little bit of everything and still got very stuffed.  My green bean casserole turned out fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to always get so caught up in the excitement - I always forget to take pictures, so I have nothing to show.  That night, I got the turkey blues and was sick almost all day on Friday.  However, I revived in time to stop at my parent's home.  My boys and Garrett ate dinner with Grandma and Grandpa and David and Shayla and kids (I was still trying to starve away the crud that was making me sick...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a fun weekend and getting sick helped me finish Deception Point by Dan Brown - which was a facinating fictional book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful for family and friends - and for my wonderful little boys and the great man who gave them to me!  I'm thankful for my knowledge of the Savior and his atoning sacrifice.  What a lucky girl I am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-6313252685897569065?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/6313252685897569065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=6313252685897569065' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/6313252685897569065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/6313252685897569065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving-season.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving Season!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-8183260436482821235</id><published>2008-11-23T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:08:22.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Music List</title><content type='html'>Ya - so my wonderful brother Joseph helped me learn how to put music on my blog and I have had more fun than I can say.  Just so you know, this music is for me - It's all the songs that I really love and I put them on there, so I can listen to them all day long.  I think Garrett's ears are in revolt because he's got his headphones on and is tuning it all out in the bedroom.  If some (or most) (or all) of the songs are just plain weird to you.....well, too bad - It's my list!  Now, I just need to find out if the list can be too big.....?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-8183260436482821235?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/8183260436482821235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=8183260436482821235' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/8183260436482821235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/8183260436482821235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-music-list.html' title='My Music List'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-7770362373254840809</id><published>2008-11-21T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:45:33.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Uncle Aaron!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SSeqhSwYKxI/AAAAAAAAAZM/0GOi5oxeKNo/s1600-h/Aaron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271369377807608594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SSeqhSwYKxI/AAAAAAAAAZM/0GOi5oxeKNo/s320/Aaron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Late on this night, I’d like to write a poem about a boy&lt;br /&gt;Who never said a single word, but always spread such joy!&lt;br /&gt;In every photograph, you see smiles from ear to ear,&lt;br /&gt;And when his family speaks of him, you’ll see both smiles &amp;amp; tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you see, both smiles &amp;amp; tears come from memories they share&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things he used to do – this child with golden hair.&lt;br /&gt;Playing with the wrapping paper, turning lights off and on,&lt;br /&gt;His love of music even stood his brother’s crazy songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, he liked getting into places without locks,&lt;br /&gt;Getting in the stroller to go for walks around the block.&lt;br /&gt;He loved to spin the wheels of bicycles turned upside down,&lt;br /&gt;But he wore the biggest smile when his fam’ly was around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem might make it sound like I knew this boy quite well,&lt;br /&gt;But he died two years before I found his brother’s trail.&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to the day when he and I shall meet;&lt;br /&gt;You can be sure, he’ll be on one of heaven’s front row seats!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-7770362373254840809?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/7770362373254840809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=7770362373254840809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/7770362373254840809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/7770362373254840809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-uncle-aaron.html' title='Happy Birthday Uncle Aaron!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SSeqhSwYKxI/AAAAAAAAAZM/0GOi5oxeKNo/s72-c/Aaron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-4697017399639652653</id><published>2008-11-19T14:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T14:48:10.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Grandpa Slim!</title><content type='html'>This poem is dedicated to my Grandpa who turned 94 today. A lot of the wording I use in the poem, comes from a book that was compiled from a lot of his writing. The last two lines of the last stanza come directly from a letter he wrote to his mother after she died while he was serving our country during WWII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tell you all a story of a man they nicknamed Slim.&lt;br /&gt;Tho’ the name describes his body, it can’t begin to tell of him.&lt;br /&gt;He never sought attention or the praise of other men.&lt;br /&gt;But his life is so praiseworthy – from the beginning to the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born of humble beginnings – as many great men are&lt;br /&gt;In Eastern Wyoming – where rural was the par!&lt;br /&gt;Second to the youngest – Five brothers and a sis.&lt;br /&gt;Hard work, laughter, lots of fun – a few things from his list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he was quite nervous about his preaching skill,&lt;br /&gt;As has been his habit, he bowed to the Lord’s will.&lt;br /&gt;He served a faithful mission – In those days bygone.&lt;br /&gt;His example blessed his fam’ly; This legacy’s passed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After serving Heav’nly Father, Serving country was sure trying.&lt;br /&gt;Eyesight, honesty, and timing prevented army ladder climbing.&lt;br /&gt;Did he enjoy his army time? He’d say “No; Parts were “R rated”.&lt;br /&gt;But with hope, faith, and courage – Temptations were abated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And blessed he was for those hard times; Blessings his fam’ly now enjoys.&lt;br /&gt;The blessing of his choice in wife, then children - three girls and five boys.&lt;br /&gt;And wonder of wonders for this boy who hated school,&lt;br /&gt;He pursued through to his masters – Proving he was far from “fool”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on to praise his works, but having loved this humble man,&lt;br /&gt;Unending tributes of his life would be much more than he could stand!&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure he’d want it known – He was not a perfect man.&lt;br /&gt;From his birth to age 94; He just does the best he can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I’ll conclude the end of this great tale,&lt;br /&gt;Adding lessons I learned and then I’ll bid farewell&lt;br /&gt;The first one is that our choices ‘tho often made when we are young&lt;br /&gt;Are the melodies from which the blessings of life are sung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other great lesson that he simply taught to me&lt;br /&gt;Is that what makes a man noble or ordinary&lt;br /&gt;Is not the wealth to which he’s born – nor his times of courage &amp;amp; coward,&lt;br /&gt;But the way, no matter what, he keeps on pressing forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your great example - You’re my hero brave &amp;amp; tall&lt;br /&gt;With great admiration, I affect’nately call you Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;And when my time comes to pass on to the next life&lt;br /&gt;Of the people I will search are you and your dear wife.&lt;br /&gt;And I too will live my life so you both may proudly say,&lt;br /&gt;“She, too, is our family”. This I sincerely pray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Grandpa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-4697017399639652653?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/4697017399639652653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=4697017399639652653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/4697017399639652653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/4697017399639652653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-grandpa-slim.html' title='Happy Birthday Grandpa Slim!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-9220260503506558297</id><published>2008-11-17T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:22:48.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Grandma Doreen!</title><content type='html'>The fairy tales all talk ‘bout wicked stepmothers&lt;br /&gt;And how she always wants whatever’s best for her.&lt;br /&gt;Almost four months ago, we got our first step mom&lt;br /&gt;I must confess the truth – That she is just the BOMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the first time we met, she eas’ly disappears.&lt;br /&gt;And when she’s fine’ly found, each mothers’ heart gives cheers.&lt;br /&gt;For playing with the kids, she seems to have a knack&lt;br /&gt;While the adults are talking – The kids don’t feel the lack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing dishes – cleaning up&lt;br /&gt;In the background she is found&lt;br /&gt;And she seems to do it all&lt;br /&gt;Without one complaining sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s kind and caring – full of love&lt;br /&gt;She cared for us all right away.&lt;br /&gt;So of this stepmom stereotype&lt;br /&gt;I must raise my voice and say.&lt;br /&gt;If this is what a stepmom’s like&lt;br /&gt;We’ll take her any day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Grandma Doreen!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all your selfless efforts on your birthday weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-9220260503506558297?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/9220260503506558297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=9220260503506558297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/9220260503506558297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/9220260503506558297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-grandma-doreen.html' title='Happy Birthday Grandma Doreen!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-4466680350120815869</id><published>2008-11-16T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:00:07.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday David!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since we started getting married in my family.&lt;br /&gt;We've added 1 sweet sister and brothers-in-law three.&lt;br /&gt;The first male addition became Shayla's spouse&lt;br /&gt;Dating &amp;amp; then marriage;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     They went on to "playing house".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of Shayla's smiley David, there's so much I could say.&lt;br /&gt;And now I have the chance, for today is his birthday!&lt;br /&gt;So what's first on the list of all that I can share...?&lt;br /&gt;Well - David's mighty handsome - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     With that wave of sandy hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he doesn't stop with looks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     He's got qualities most rare.&lt;br /&gt;He's truly a great teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     And it's the gospel he loves to share.&lt;br /&gt;As crazy as it sounds, He dosn't seem to mind.&lt;br /&gt;Living close to in-laws. To each, he is so kind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I noticed first when Shayla's "friend" I met.&lt;br /&gt;David grins from ear to ear - A smile you can't forget!&lt;br /&gt;Getting to know David, you learn that he will fight.&lt;br /&gt;He has determination for what he knows is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David, your'e amazing - a strong example for my life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you chose my sister to be your loving wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday David!&lt;br /&gt;We hope you have a fantastic day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-4466680350120815869?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/4466680350120815869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=4466680350120815869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/4466680350120815869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/4466680350120815869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-david.html' title='Happy Birthday David!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-4794937955597990884</id><published>2008-11-12T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T08:00:52.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonathan's Silly Speech</title><content type='html'>While my mom and dad were here, they drove Jonathan to church.  On the way, he let out a long string of jibberish and mom said, "Jonathan, you're being silly."  To which he responded, "I'm not silly - I'm speaking Spanish."  So, our family is now up one linguist!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-4794937955597990884?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/4794937955597990884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=4794937955597990884' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/4794937955597990884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/4794937955597990884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2008/11/jonathans-silly-speech.html' title='Jonathan&apos;s Silly Speech'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-7689093267499489298</id><published>2008-11-12T07:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T07:58:33.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday - and NOW I'm in Training</title><content type='html'>Well - My birthday was wonderful!  My boys got me wonderful gifts which included new bed-time slippers and new left-over containers, which were greatly needed!  My parents came over for the weekend and also go to see Jonathan give a part in his first Primary program.  It was wonderful.  I got some fun calls from family.  And Jonathan said he's so glad that I'm 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now - for my next birthday, I promised my mother I would be able to do a flip on the trampoline.  She doesn't seem to recognize that it was an "under-age" promise and is not legally binding.  However, she is my mother, so I will begin a year of intense training of body and bladder so I can do a flip without making a fool of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I die next year on my birthday, you'll all know who to blame....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-7689093267499489298?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/7689093267499489298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=7689093267499489298' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/7689093267499489298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/7689093267499489298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-birthday-and-now-im-in-training.html' title='My Birthday - and NOW I&apos;m in Training'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-1747421044749247143</id><published>2008-11-02T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:56:04.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Costumes</title><content type='html'>Here's my parent's grandchildren all dressed up for Halloween.  Jonathan is the cowboy on the left.  Gabe is the scarecrow on the right.  Jacob is the little puppy on the bottom row on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SQ4vFMVHauI/AAAAAAAAAZE/_KGwq9eGouk/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264196780698331874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SQ4vFMVHauI/AAAAAAAAAZE/_KGwq9eGouk/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here's a little family picture.  I'm the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SQ4vEQmqgRI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Rq2eznfl0u0/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264196764665807122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SQ4vEQmqgRI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Rq2eznfl0u0/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-1747421044749247143?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/1747421044749247143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=1747421044749247143' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/1747421044749247143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/1747421044749247143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-costumes.html' title='Halloween Costumes'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SQ4vFMVHauI/AAAAAAAAAZE/_KGwq9eGouk/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-2495071372269395662</id><published>2008-10-31T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T13:55:46.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Amanda!</title><content type='html'>I’d like to pause ‘midst all the chaos&lt;br /&gt;     As the Halloween excitement starts&lt;br /&gt;And send a Happy Birthday note&lt;br /&gt;     To a woman who’s off the charts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s the youngest girl in Garrett’s family.&lt;br /&gt;Claiming to be spoiled – but this I do not see!&lt;br /&gt;She’s faced trials that would be difficult to bear&lt;br /&gt;If they’d been mine I’m sure I’d have even more grey hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she continues darling and lovely as ever.&lt;br /&gt;And as to giving up…..I know that she would never.&lt;br /&gt;For though she looks sweet, I can tell you surely…&lt;br /&gt;She’s got inner strength that makes her spirit burly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s the kind that’s made from head to toe of stuff&lt;br /&gt;That gives her strength when life gets really tough.&lt;br /&gt;It’s this strength that she’ll pass on to her little Vince.&lt;br /&gt;Something he can count when things just don’t make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda,&lt;br /&gt;You and your family mean so much!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for always staying in touch!&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast when you came to stay.&lt;br /&gt;You’re welcome each and ever day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your birthday week be filled with smiles, hugs and fun&lt;br /&gt;The coming year of great things has only just begun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-2495071372269395662?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/2495071372269395662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=2495071372269395662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/2495071372269395662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/2495071372269395662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-amanda.html' title='Happy Birthday Amanda!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-2678784634878014947</id><published>2008-10-27T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T09:37:37.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Joseph!</title><content type='html'>Today is the birthday of my only brother&lt;br /&gt;The only boy born to my only mother.&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a secret that he would call “dirty”.&lt;br /&gt;For my little brother has reached the age Thirty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I turned thirty, as well,&lt;br /&gt;The idea of being that old just didn’t jell.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I’d feel smarter, responsible, wise&lt;br /&gt;But feeling no different was sure a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Joseph may be feeling somewhat the same&lt;br /&gt;He may think that in those years he hasn’t changed,&lt;br /&gt;But as I look at him and remember times past.&lt;br /&gt;I’m impressed with all that he’s gained – stuff that lasts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall a little boy with a superman cape and a purse&lt;br /&gt;Whose crazy escapades were sometimes a curse.&lt;br /&gt;Eating poisonous plants, bee stings, rocks that richochet.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it seemed always – it wasn’t his day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow when I wasn’t looking, this little “toad”&lt;br /&gt;Turned into a prince – one of the best I ever “knowed.”&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen him become a leader, a pillar, a true friend,&lt;br /&gt;A man that you can count on - True to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stranger might, from the great man he sees, take a guess&lt;br /&gt;That all of his strength came to him without any stress.&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve seen him humbled, burying part of his heart&lt;br /&gt;Then watching his sweetheart suffer pain off the chart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s been willing to admit weaknesses to help others.&lt;br /&gt;He’s made his sister’s husbands feel like brothers.&lt;br /&gt;He’s been a hero to me – He fills me with hope,&lt;br /&gt;That, when facing my trials, I’ll be able to cope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph, I love you! I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father knew I needed you so.&lt;br /&gt;Because I have only one brother to boast ,&lt;br /&gt;I can say without guilt – I love you the MOST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-2678784634878014947?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/2678784634878014947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=2678784634878014947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/2678784634878014947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/2678784634878014947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-joseph.html' title='Happy Birthday Joseph!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-3303868682732505664</id><published>2008-10-23T10:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:17:30.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to my Sister-In-Law Jenn and Me!</title><content type='html'>So, Jonathan got hold of the ads in the local newspaper and got so excited looking at the Halloween costumes.  He would come to me and show me a picture of the costume and ask, "What monster is this?" and I would look at the picture and respond, "Frankenstein" or "Dracula" or "a skeleton", etc.  Well after a while, he brought me another picture and again asked "What monster is this?"  So, I looked and cracked up - for it truly was a real monster.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down to see Jonathan's monster (if you dare)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Jonathan's Monster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SQCwuCD-PjI/AAAAAAAAAY0/hws5XMIIx9g/s1600-h/82%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260398669642743346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SQCwuCD-PjI/AAAAAAAAAY0/hws5XMIIx9g/s320/82%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jonathan had passed the costumes and was looking at CD's.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dedicate this to Jenn and me because we are in love with men who like to listen to these "MONSTERS".&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/6939937963164606271-3303868682732505664?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/3303868682732505664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=3303868682732505664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/3303868682732505664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/3303868682732505664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2008/10/dedicated-to-my-sister-in-law-jenn-and.html' title='Dedicated to my Sister-In-Law Jenn and Me!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SQCwuCD-PjI/AAAAAAAAAY0/hws5XMIIx9g/s72-c/82%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-6623870987762631163</id><published>2008-10-23T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T13:36:46.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow the Yellow Yolk Road</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was crazy, crazy, crazy. After I dropped Jonathan off at preschool, I ran the boys over to the grocery store to cash a check at our bank and get a couple of necessities. I got to the store with my little list and since it was a sticky note, I stuck it to the front of the cart while I deposited money in the bank.  When I got back the list was gone except a tiny peice that was all wet - JACOB.  But it was gone, so I poked my finger in his mouth and with a professional one-finger sweep, there was my list in the roof of his mouth - just a blog of paper and ink, but all gone.  So, I really tried to remember everything that was on it (I only forgot one thing).  I was so intent on remembering everything - which included eggs - and not so much on watching my boys. Gabe is really good at the grocery store and hasn't needed as much supervision as Jonathan, who wants to touch and try everything he sees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting the last item into the cart, when I noticed that the egg carton was open. While only one egg was lying broken on the bottom of my cart, I was cleaning yellow yolks trails all down the isle and back to the meat counter where the "alleged incident" occurred. While cleaning, the grocery store personnel did not offer to help, but did express concern that I left my children unattended (seated in a shopping cart) and an older woman from my ward, who doesn't know me, asked for direction to where "I" keep the icecream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home in time to go back and get Jonathan from school. I stopped to chat with a friend without realizing that I had inadvertantly kneeled on Gabe's little puff snacks, which were stuck to my pants. When I got all the kids home, I put the two youngest down for naps and asked Jonathan to take a rest so until Gabe fell asleep and the whole family was soon asleep. A neighbor woke us all up, when I realized that my hair (which had been under a handkerchief all morning until the nap) was atrocious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame all this on the great feat I accomplished the day before of canning a whole 10 quarts and 11 pints of tomatoes - my first time ever canning all by myself. I was very proud, but exhausted. So, I guess that is why I was braindead yesterday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-6623870987762631163?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/6623870987762631163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=6623870987762631163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/6623870987762631163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/6623870987762631163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2008/10/follow-yellow-yolk-road.html' title='Follow the Yellow Yolk Road'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-492056614391282713</id><published>2008-10-23T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:46:43.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>We went with some friends to one of the county's fun Pumpking patches. Here's us as we get ready for the hay ride and pumpkin search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SQCnLtBLaoI/AAAAAAAAAYs/xsVN3apEa-o/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260388184273676930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SQCnLtBLaoI/AAAAAAAAAYs/xsVN3apEa-o/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shows how short I am and that none of the boys wanted to look straight out like you're supposed to, but they did more Brady Bunch style where they look at each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SQCnLbvIo3I/AAAAAAAAAYk/iDNPezak7us/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260388179634594674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SQCnLbvIo3I/AAAAAAAAAYk/iDNPezak7us/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Jonathan, Remington, and Gabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SQCnKlfOg7I/AAAAAAAAAYc/_6bvGprJUII/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260388165072356274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SQCnKlfOg7I/AAAAAAAAAYc/_6bvGprJUII/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Brooklyn and Jacob being hauled to the cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SQCnJ9-wV9I/AAAAAAAAAYU/8djJtlnJF-Y/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260388154467178450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SQCnJ9-wV9I/AAAAAAAAAYU/8djJtlnJF-Y/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a great time and the weather was perfect! We came home with three more pumpkins to decorate. The kids loved it - especially the Not So Haunted House.&lt;br /&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/6939937963164606271-492056614391282713?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/492056614391282713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=492056614391282713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/492056614391282713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/492056614391282713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-went-with-some-friends-to-one-of.html' title='The Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SQCnLtBLaoI/AAAAAAAAAYs/xsVN3apEa-o/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-3985553344666363792</id><published>2008-10-23T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:25:51.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They Don't Do the Maggots...</title><content type='html'>Jonathan kept saying this yesterday as he pointed to a page in his scripture picture book that a neighbor gave him.  The picture had people fighting in it.  It took me all morning to realize that he was saying that they didn't follow the Commandments.  So, at our house, it's good to "do the maggots."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-3985553344666363792?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/3985553344666363792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=3985553344666363792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/3985553344666363792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/3985553344666363792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2008/10/they-dont-do-maggots.html' title='They Don&apos;t Do the Maggots...'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-7022316719566297195</id><published>2008-10-23T09:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:22:31.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonathan's Learning to Ride His Bike!</title><content type='html'>Garrett took Jonathan's training wheels off his bike and he does great if I start him and doesn't stop.  So we've got the middle down - now we just need to work on the beginning and ending.  This is the girl next door telling Jonathan how easy it is to ride a bike...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SQChLuRnqlI/AAAAAAAAAYM/2C1QZaz7WAg/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260381587541305938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SQChLuRnqlI/AAAAAAAAAYM/2C1QZaz7WAg/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first time Jonathan rode without his training wheels, he came in and told me he needed a new bike because this one didn't work anymore.  "It needs new batteries", he said.&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/6939937963164606271-7022316719566297195?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/7022316719566297195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=7022316719566297195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/7022316719566297195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/7022316719566297195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2008/10/jonathans-learning-to-ride-his-bike.html' title='Jonathan&apos;s Learning to Ride His Bike!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SQChLuRnqlI/AAAAAAAAAYM/2C1QZaz7WAg/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-2344544598019890691</id><published>2008-10-16T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T11:08:17.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proposition 22 and me!</title><content type='html'>As Proposition 22 becomes more and more publicized, I find myself thinking more and more about it.  I have wondered if and how it will affect me and my family.  I read something today that really hit me hard and made me rethink my passive role in this issue.  Somehow I have thought that I can sit and let others do the work - after all, this is California, not my state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple from my home ward typed up their notes from a mission reunion.  Elder Ballard was their mission president.  He spoke and then had a question and answer session.  From his words, I realize how wrong I have been to think that this issue doesn't affect me and that I shouldn't have to take an active role in supporting Proposition 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are not exact quotes, but notes taken by a great lady:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lucifer is lashing out against the human family, as prophesied would occur in the Last Days.  We are living in the Last Days.  We don’t know when the Lord will come, but we can see evidence of the hand of God in this battle.  Satan is attacking in a very visual and open way.  Porn and other serious problems are inspired by evil.  Now we are in a contest over the very definition relating to the creation of the human family on the earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Proposition 22 was approved in California by 61%, but the judges are trying to throw it out as unconstitutional – they want to allow same-sex couples to marry.  The Church doesn’t have battle with those with same-sex attraction – to those we reach out….   But the Law of Chastity is the Law of Chastity.  Marriage is a divine institution established by God between man and woman with purpose in bringing forth children to populate the earth and to receive tabernacles (mortal bodies) on earth (he said this all better – I couldn’t write fast enough).  The world has been spiraling downward quickly since then (the original vote in California).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If same-sex marriage becomes accepted in California, it will change the constitution in CA to sustain the judges’ direction, it will be like a sunami and wash across the whole country.  We must fortify our lives.  As we take unpopular positions, appearing to lack understanding, the Church will be subject to criticism and attacks.  Are you ready?  It’s not going to get better.  You need to fortify yourselves and gather your children and fortify them.  Man does not have the right to go against fundamental doctrine from God.  He provided an Eve, not an Adam, to go out of the Garden with Adam.  This is all that we may have joy and rejoicing in our posterity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I thought it was tough to be over the missionary program of the Church.  I chair the Church Public Affairs Committee and it is taking all the energy and spiritual strength that they know how to access…  Lucifer is committed to destroy the family.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stand.  Don’t waffle.  The Church will not amend the doctrine to accommodate the world.  Our doctrine cannot be changed – we are bound by words and teachings of the prophets of God and of the Savior.  Be steady.  Be firm.  Be sure.  Those who want to know the Truth, eventually find us – and ultimately will be able to know and be baptized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question:  Should Proposition 8 fail, how will the Church deal with same-sex requests for temple marriage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder Ballard:  “We don’t know.  This will be a real battle.  The gay community is saying it is a civil right, but the consequence is loss of religious freedom.  A Church speaker could be sued.  A doctor within the last 90 days was approached by a lesbian couple who wanted artificial insemination.  He said he couldn’t do it for religious reasons, but there were other doctors there who would.  They sued him.  A photographer in New Mexico was asked by a gay couple to photograph for their wedding.  He said he wouldn’t – they sued him and the judge fined him $6,000.  Clergy have been sued in Canada for not performing same-sex marriages (yes, our dear maple leaf country has legalized same-sex marriages).  The Catholic church in Massachusetts has closed their adoption services there because it is against their religion to adopt out children to same-sex couples and they don’t want to be sued – in Massachusetts it has been legalized.  A pamphlet was sent home with a 3rd grader in Massachusetts that had a story about a king who married a king.  The parents approached the school board and complained and were told that parents had no say in the school curriculum.  We need to realize that religious freedom will be lost if this becomes a civil right.  The Founding Fathers said their text was the Holy Bible….  This could end up in the Supreme Court.  Even if it does not get legalized in California, this will continue to be an issue.  We need to be anchored; solid.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-2344544598019890691?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/2344544598019890691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=2344544598019890691' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/2344544598019890691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/2344544598019890691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2008/10/proposition-22-and-me.html' title='Proposition 22 and me!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-6057080617389053291</id><published>2008-10-14T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:47:26.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoholic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SPVnJoe36xI/AAAAAAAAAYE/70AION3HRCk/s1600-h/004+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257221555208317714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SPVnJoe36xI/AAAAAAAAAYE/70AION3HRCk/s320/004+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lately Gabe wants his picture taken.  This is him right before bed asking me to take his picture.  He is rather cute - I'd want my picture taken too.&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/6939937963164606271-6057080617389053291?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/6057080617389053291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=6057080617389053291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/6057080617389053291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/6057080617389053291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2008/10/photoholic.html' title='Photoholic!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SPVnJoe36xI/AAAAAAAAAYE/70AION3HRCk/s72-c/004+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-3650244502628947381</id><published>2008-10-14T20:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:43:38.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Purple Cow!</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday, I got home from work at about 5:30. I had left at about 2:45, so I just missed Jonathan coming home from preschool. Garrett meets me at the door with a very serious look on his face and says, "Have you seen Jonathan?" I become frantic with worry - Was he hurt? Did something happen? Did he get in trouble? No, Garrett explains, "They painted his fingernails at preschool." Oh! Dread of dreads....so it was purple day and the teachers let the kids decide if they did or did not want their fingernails painted. Jonathan chose the purple polish and came home and showed dad. He must have sensed right away that this was not exciting to Daddy, so he says, "Ok! Let's wash it off now." Garrett explains that you can't wash it off, and Jonathan becomes upset. He ran to see me first thing to ask me what cool stuff I had that would take the polish off. Funny! Funny! Of course, I took a picture first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SPVj5V1-ygI/AAAAAAAAAX0/vKYsKF4FTow/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257217976792173058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SPVj5V1-ygI/AAAAAAAAAX0/vKYsKF4FTow/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SPVj5mXl6cI/AAAAAAAAAX8/FMdxOANGkUM/s1600-h/003+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257217981228116418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SPVj5mXl6cI/AAAAAAAAAX8/FMdxOANGkUM/s320/003+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The picture he painted is a purple cow with the following poem:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I never saw a purle cow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I never hope to see one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I can tell you anyhow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd rather see one than be one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He memorized the last line and told me that - It was cute.&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/6939937963164606271-3650244502628947381?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/3650244502628947381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=3650244502628947381' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/3650244502628947381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/3650244502628947381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2008/10/purple-cow.html' title='A Purple Cow!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SPVj5V1-ygI/AAAAAAAAAX0/vKYsKF4FTow/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-8195707746489918988</id><published>2008-10-12T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T06:11:25.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Giants In My Life</title><content type='html'>I was thinking this morning how there are so many great people in my life that strengthen me and make me a better person.  A few of them have really impacted my life this week and I'd like to share them with those of you that may not know them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dieter F. Uchtdorf gave two talks at the General Conference of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints that has really hit the spot for me.  One was actually at the Relief Society meeting the Saturday before conference.  If you have some time to listen, here are the links: &lt;a href="http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-947-7,00.html"&gt;http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-947-7,00.html&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-947-37,00.html"&gt;http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-947-37,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, my brother Joseph's wife, Jenn, posted a blog entitled &lt;a title="Not bad, as far as a Thursday goes" href="http://zollyzoo.com/jennblog/?p=649" rel="bookmark"&gt;Not bad, as far as a Thursday goes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posted on October 9th, 2008 at  &lt;a href="http://zollyzoo.com/jennblog/"&gt;http://zollyzoo.com/jennblog/&lt;/a&gt;  This blog reminded me once again how lucky I am in my brother's choice of the only sister-in-law to join an almost all girl family.  Her words have really helped me this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on Wednesday, one of my roommates from college had a healthy baby girl.  Doesn't sound so inspirational.  Natalie's first boy was born with serious heart problems requiring three open heart surgeries in the first couple years of his life, the first one coming the first few days of his life.  When their second son was born, he too had heart problems.  A few months before my Gabe was born, Natalie and Doug got a little girl, free from heart problems.  A few days after Gabe was born, she died of SIDS.  They got pregnant when I got pregnant with Jacob and miscarried soon after.  As I spoke with her, my heart was touched with the amount of courage she continues to exhibit.  Through it all, her testimony (and that of her husband's) remains strong and true.  This past year, they've even opened the doors of their baby girls room and had a teenage girl who needed a place to live stay with them.  On Wednesday, they had a beautiful, healthy baby girl, appropriately named Faith - See her pictures at &lt;a href="http://natalie-fieldfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/got-faith-we-do.html"&gt;http://natalie-fieldfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/got-faith-we-do.html&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just last night, my little sister Melanie - no longer the little girl that asks to snuggle with me when I come from college, but a fantastic, darling woman with two adorable children - posted a message that really impressed me as it involves the situation in California - something that remains in the back of my mind - although it could have lasting impressions on our entire nation.  Her blog is found at &lt;a href="http://daveandmelstory.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-are-you-going-to-do-about-it.html"&gt;http://daveandmelstory.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-are-you-going-to-do-about-it.html&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some of the people that have really affected me this week.  There are so many more in my life.  How lucky I am!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-8195707746489918988?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/8195707746489918988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=8195707746489918988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/8195707746489918988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/8195707746489918988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2008/10/giants-in-my-life.html' title='The Giants In My Life'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939937963164606271.post-1653459670973326892</id><published>2008-10-09T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:34:04.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks to Aunt Carissa and Uncle Shawn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SO5cdrwz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXs/RLHS1gB1ueI/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255239480221365602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SO5cdrwz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXs/RLHS1gB1ueI/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the fantastic gift - They boys have already enjoyed the fruits of your labors. We love your packages!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6939937963164606271-1653459670973326892?l=thiazee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/feeds/1653459670973326892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6939937963164606271&amp;postID=1653459670973326892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/1653459670973326892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6939937963164606271/posts/default/1653459670973326892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiazee.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanks-to-aunt-carissa-and-uncle-shawn.html' title='Thanks to Aunt Carissa and Uncle Shawn!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06612328392803878589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b73dpXhwoKY/SO5cdrwz9WI/AAAAAAAAAXs/RLHS1gB1ueI/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
