<?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-7026271695273101605</id><updated>2011-09-12T11:13:51.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mitchell Family</title><subtitle type='html'>Yet another medium to brag about our beautiful children....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-4771484822466254542</id><published>2010-05-13T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T09:16:28.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad he is TWO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S--FyCRVOUI/AAAAAAAABSc/Qd5v6VFOG9w/s1600/P6275285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471739166927960386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S--FyCRVOUI/AAAAAAAABSc/Qd5v6VFOG9w/s400/P6275285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been dreading this cute little chubby turning two for weeks now. Monday all of that changed. Brandon had a last minute business trip down to LA. and airfare was cheap so we tagged along. My brother and sister in-law had just their first baby so we thought we would make a quick surprise visit. While hubs was busy with work we spent some time at Nana and Papa's house. Monday morning the boys and I had just finished breakfast. We then went out to the guest house to get ready for the day. The boys sat down and started to play. I walked into the bathroom to lay things out for our showers. I realized I had forgotten to tell my Father in law what our plans were for the day. I ran back to the house. We had talked for about a minute when he said "hey the water in the pool is moving". We both looked at each other and ran. Nothing can describe the horror I felt when I ran to the pool and saw my sweet baby floating face down in the pool. I screamed and jumped in-- it felt like a long time before I could reach him. Once we were out of the pool I heard him cry (thankfully). I was crying harder then he was. Evan is fine. We caught him in time. I think he was in the water for maybe a minute. (I was gone for two) He was able to unlock two doors and push open a very sticky door! Tricky boy. This pool has been on my list ever since Ryan was born almost 5 years ago. I'm always very cautious with the boys when we are around it. It really does take just a minute for a baby to slip in the water. We think he may have tried to float his rubber duck in the pool and fell in. He was playing with that duck in anticipation of his shower. Ryan noticed the duck floating near the spot I had pulled him out. I realize we are very lucky. I'm very grateful for this. I'm not sure I'm the type of person that could have recovered from losing a child. We celebrated his birthday TODAY! Last year we waited until Ryan's a couple of weeks later and did it together. When Evan woke up this morning Ryan and I sang him happy birthday. He clapped at the end and then said "cake?". Too funny. We asked him what kind of cake he wanted the answer was "blue". So we baked a cake and frosted it with blue frosting. Evan was by my side the entire time I was making the frosting asking for licks. I think he basically filled up on frosting for dinner. I was just thankful he was actually celebrating a second birthday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now when Evan shoves EIGHT CD's into the ONE CD player in the car I laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he pulls off his diaper and pees on my carpet, I count to 8 (his favorite number) and pull out the carpet cleaner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he climbs up on the island and takes a bite out of every apple, I shake my head and move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he wakes me up by banging on head.....I scoop all 30 plus pounds of him and tickle him till he screams "POP! POP!" (Stop)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evan is a typical toddler boy in to everything and doing everything at once. Ryan was too....so I felt like I could handle anything these boys tossed my way. I always thought I was super vigilant.... I must be losing my touch. &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/7026271695273101605-4771484822466254542?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4771484822466254542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2010/05/glad-he-is-two.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/4771484822466254542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/4771484822466254542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2010/05/glad-he-is-two.html' title='Glad he is TWO!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S--FyCRVOUI/AAAAAAAABSc/Qd5v6VFOG9w/s72-c/P6275285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-7983977496037129042</id><published>2010-04-05T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:31:49.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2010</title><content type='html'>Baskets.........&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pUMYOoIyI/AAAAAAAABPk/W0xA0_LNf8g/s1600/easter2010+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456766470151742242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pUMYOoIyI/AAAAAAAABPk/W0xA0_LNf8g/s400/easter2010+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pKYI3HbWI/AAAAAAAABNk/UWjtbB5yHy0/s1600/easter2010+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 347px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456755677068750178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pKYI3HbWI/AAAAAAAABNk/UWjtbB5yHy0/s400/easter2010+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bunnies....&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pTzDAEquI/AAAAAAAABPc/ZhTUN87lLy8/s1600/easter2010+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456766034956823266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pTzDAEquI/AAAAAAAABPc/ZhTUN87lLy8/s400/easter2010+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pKY80GqRI/AAAAAAAABN0/aXWSHjZq87Q/s1600/easter2010+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456755691014760722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pKY80GqRI/AAAAAAAABN0/aXWSHjZq87Q/s400/easter2010+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Hunt....&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pL5NTQXLI/AAAAAAAABPE/_SN_NoBuZNk/s1600/easter2010+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456757344707828914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pL5NTQXLI/AAAAAAAABPE/_SN_NoBuZNk/s400/easter2010+031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pXnKsABiI/AAAAAAAABQU/wki8gjB6Iqs/s1600/easter2010+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456770228908197410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pXnKsABiI/AAAAAAAABQU/wki8gjB6Iqs/s400/easter2010+038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Evan dropped his pail first thing, he spent the rest of the time running for the nearest egg and stopping to eat the goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pXmrLzZ-I/AAAAAAAABQM/Hi66aCbH_eE/s1600/easter2010+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456770220451653602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pXmrLzZ-I/AAAAAAAABQM/Hi66aCbH_eE/s400/easter2010+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Egg dying 101 by Ryan....he had a running &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;commentary&lt;/span&gt; the whole time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pLQh46KpI/AAAAAAAABO8/rN7sH2krqoY/s1600/easter2010+158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456756645859830418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pLQh46KpI/AAAAAAAABO8/rN7sH2krqoY/s400/easter2010+158%20%20%20%3Ca%20href=" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pVGZTKTUI/AAAAAAAABPs/xD1HRYJh2bM/s1600/easter2010+156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456767466871606594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pVGZTKTUI/AAAAAAAABPs/xD1HRYJh2bM/s400/easter2010+156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Egg Dying when you are one. First taste the dye..... (his was water)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pLAQ5regI/AAAAAAAABOM/mIVew9ENgJ0/s1600/easter2010+099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456756366421752322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pLAQ5regI/AAAAAAAABOM/mIVew9ENgJ0/s400/easter2010+099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stop and peel eggs before dying. Throw peeled egg on floor and eat shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pVHmSsSMI/AAAAAAAABQE/FkN3j8YW1YM/s1600/easter2010+105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456767487539169474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pVHmSsSMI/AAAAAAAABQE/FkN3j8YW1YM/s400/easter2010+105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&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/7026271695273101605-7983977496037129042?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7983977496037129042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-2010.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/7983977496037129042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/7983977496037129042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-2010.html' title='Easter 2010'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S7pUMYOoIyI/AAAAAAAABPk/W0xA0_LNf8g/s72-c/easter2010+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-9196551608276283392</id><published>2010-02-26T08:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T14:16:44.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S4hINMezyEI/AAAAAAAABLg/TidplbzHbLI/s1600-h/25415_105132089508038_100000337428272_128829_6554379_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442679541203191874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S4hINMezyEI/AAAAAAAABLg/TidplbzHbLI/s400/25415_105132089508038_100000337428272_128829_6554379_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This little beauty is the newest member of our family. Meet Ainslie-- my sister Tiffany's first baby. How cute is that face? Too bad she is so far away. 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Dinner time is now 4:00pm for these two members of our family. They still get up really early and play HARD all day. Waiting until Dad comes for a "nice family&lt;br /&gt;dinner" is no longer an option! They are too hungry and tired to wait. I wish I would have figured this out a long time ago. Evenings are a snap now. When Dad comes home I have them in jammie's with teeth brushed. Dad reads stories (translation: wrestles with them and hangs out) He then finishes up with prayers and tucks Ryan in. Meanwhile I get to cook the &lt;em&gt;rest of dinner&lt;/em&gt; in peace and quiet. I'm loving this. The kids are thriving on this. Their behavior has been tons better through out the day. Seriously.....parents of children 4 and under listen up. Feed kids early and take back your evenings! You will thank me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S391mYlDUUI/AAAAAAAABJQ/6dXCn_2U37c/s1600-h/P2177605.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S391mYlDUUI/AAAAAAAABJQ/6dXCn_2U37c/s1600-h/P2177605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 326px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440196177180184898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S391mYlDUUI/AAAAAAAABJQ/6dXCn_2U37c/s400/P2177605.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026271695273101605-879584323343721930?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/879584323343721930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-rule.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/879584323343721930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/879584323343721930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-rule.html' title='New Rule'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S391mYlDUUI/AAAAAAAABJQ/6dXCn_2U37c/s72-c/P2177605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-8384882560266682328</id><published>2010-02-03T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T15:45:42.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S2oKUrGaaaI/AAAAAAAABFY/zS51yGdwzyQ/s1600-h/P1107464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S2oKUrGaaaI/AAAAAAAABFY/zS51yGdwzyQ/s400/P1107464.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/Barefoot1copy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes....I don't mind cleaning up all of the mess that comes with little boys! Both boys have loved eating &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;spaghetti&lt;/span&gt; and chucking buckets of it on the floor. &lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026271695273101605-8384882560266682328?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8384882560266682328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-boys.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/8384882560266682328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/8384882560266682328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-boys.html' title='Little Boys'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/S2oKUrGaaaI/AAAAAAAABFY/zS51yGdwzyQ/s72-c/P1107464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-4663840571680562155</id><published>2009-11-13T23:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T00:40:17.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 18 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SwZSOaMM1aI/AAAAAAAABCA/F5K7YUcYGOc/s1600/august+2009+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406098810206999970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SwZSOaMM1aI/AAAAAAAABCA/F5K7YUcYGOc/s400/august+2009+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Nursery here he comes!!!! (SORRY) This picture is pure Evan, he HATES clothing..... He strips down as soon as we get home. He has figured out how to take off his diaper as well. He absolutely LOVES fruit. This picture is from this summer. I was busy packing for vacation so Evan helped himself to grapes off of the kitchen counter. I found him crouched behind the couch chowing down. I was still cutting his grapes in half then......(I have huge choking issues) looks like he was ready for the real deal! Happy 18 months my chubby naked grape eating baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026271695273101605-4663840571680562155?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4663840571680562155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-18-months_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/4663840571680562155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/4663840571680562155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-18-months_13.html' title='Happy 18 months'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SwZSOaMM1aI/AAAAAAAABCA/F5K7YUcYGOc/s72-c/august+2009+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-55590055102311845</id><published>2009-11-12T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:39:18.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Mother....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought I was doing everything right. I feed Evan nutritious food through out the day--paying special attention to his evening meal. I give him a nice warm bath dress him in clean warm pajamas. We brush teeth, read stories, pray and off to bed. WELL I say "off to bed" but that was really just a &lt;em&gt;phrase.&lt;/em&gt; We usually had another 2-3 hours of screaming and general toddler destruction before he would pass out. UNLESS I loaded him up in the car for quick spin around the coast line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I have been at my wits end! What to do what to DO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in excellence. Brandon met me at the church to help set up the projector for the movie. Once it was set up I wanted him to take the boys home so they could get to bed. Well Brandon decided to stick around just in case there was some technical problem he might have to fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;spazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; out because I can't really function with my kiddos around....the noise factor is really debilitating! Alas, I was conducting, speaking and wanted to make sure I spoke to half a dozen parents that aren't at church with their girls. So I had to stay focused! Long story short since the boys did not go home for dinner and bed they ate handfuls of sugar cookies.... for dinner! Gross I know. The night before they ate baked salmon brown rice and broccoli. Like I said I'm really crazy about what they eat. I think it manifests in behavior and sleep patterns etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home from church we stopped at Subway to grab some sandwiches I wanted to try and put something good in their tummy's before the long half hour ride home that would surly induce a solid sleep. Well...... McDonald's is right next door to Sub and Nana was just here teaching these boys about french fries. So I gave in and got them fries.... It was late I was tired. They stayed awake through the ride... Duh all of the sugar! Both were cranky and had no desire for baths and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So I put them straight to bed when we got home. No &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (they had on sweat suits), no books, no teeth, I prayed. They seemed to enjoy being treated like feral children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why does any of this matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVAN SLEPT THROUGH THE NIGHT FOR THE FIRST TIME!!!!!! The day before his 18 month birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a really good day today. I FELT like me again. I THOUGHT like me again. I CLEANED like me again. I did skip the library story time today..... because NOBODY woke up in time to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight we switched up the routine. No baths. We did teeth. Very quick story. Prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was a mixed bag. I offered chicken, tangerines, cucumbers, and a roll. All of that was thrown on the floor. So I gave up. Evan ran to the fridge later and after a few grunts and points he picked out OJ. Odd.... my kids hate juice. Whatever, I gave it to him and he drank it. I offered him some cheese crackers to go with it-- he obliged me and ate them. I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hoping&lt;/span&gt; I can get this feral child parenting down to a science....you know so I can write a book. Fingers crossed for sleep tonight!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026271695273101605-55590055102311845?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/55590055102311845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/11/bad-mother.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/55590055102311845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/55590055102311845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/11/bad-mother.html' title='Bad Mother....'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-7426563315197005450</id><published>2009-11-04T22:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T10:40:38.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful for Italian Grandmothers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SvUiUitWG7I/AAAAAAAABAo/MXAiShQBam4/s1600-h/P9176456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401261064410504114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SvUiUitWG7I/AAAAAAAABAo/MXAiShQBam4/s400/P9176456.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My in-laws are here for a visit! I'm in heaven, the kids are in heaven! They play with the kiddos ....and I get to SLEEP! I don't have to worry about anything when they come. Grandma does the cooking, cleaning, and diapers! With the schedule that Brandon has kept the last few years I have done everything on my own 24-7.....so getting a breather every now and then is a welcome change. Evan cracks me up! He LOVES his Nana. We talk with her on the computer about three times a week and he wants to talk to her on the phone all the time. There is a lady at church that reminds him of Nana--&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; he sees her he screams "NANA". He just thinks about Nana all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boys are such mommas boys. When Nana comes to town all that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;changes&lt;/span&gt;. This trip it seems Mom and Nana are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;intercgangable&lt;/span&gt;. Evan &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;climbed&lt;/span&gt; up next to Nana on the recliner with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boppy&lt;/span&gt; and his blanket and made the sign for milk--he wanted Nana to NURSE him! She laughed and told him she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have any milk. He looked her in the eyes grabbed her shirt and looked down the top and signed for milk again! Oh, if only Italian grandma could take over &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026271695273101605-7426563315197005450?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7426563315197005450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/11/grateful-for-italian-grandmothers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/7426563315197005450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/7426563315197005450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/11/grateful-for-italian-grandmothers.html' title='Grateful for Italian Grandmothers!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SvUiUitWG7I/AAAAAAAABAo/MXAiShQBam4/s72-c/P9176456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-8127770396719962723</id><published>2009-11-03T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:45:30.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So suite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We joined Brandon in Portland this week while he was away for business. Ryan loves to stay in hotels and I can always find an excuse to do a little shopping in Portland! (unfortunately that did NOT happen this time....) It's funny the little things you become thankful for when you stop and ponder on each day. As a general rule staying even &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; night in a hotel with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; two boys just about does me in! If I may enlighten you....there is the constant breaking away and running (clomping) down the hallway. Not to mention dismantling the phones the TV remotes, tossing the couch cushions, playing in the trash cans, and unraveling the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TP&lt;/span&gt;. When they are finished the room ALWAYS looks like somebody has robbed the place! I try my best to prevent them from disturbing the neighboring floors of slumbering guests. I'm not sure if I accomplished that this time as Evan has mastered the one year old high pitched shriek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so thankful for our hotel adventure this time around because I got a break! Yes, the kids still tore the place up..... I just really enjoyed &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; having boxes everywhere! We have been living out of and digging through boxes since February. We wanted to have a better chance of selling quickly in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Klamath&lt;/span&gt; so we depersonalized and pack up a TON of kid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of the day: The boys experiencing room service, Ryan kept asking the waiter if his name was "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gusteau&lt;/span&gt;". (Ratatouille) so the guy kept telling Ryan "oh no, I'm just a waiter" to which Ryan replied oh I'm sorry maybe &lt;em&gt;someday&lt;/em&gt; you can be a chef! I used to be Ryan's favorite chef. He now tells me I'm almost as good a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gusteau&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan falling a sleep curled up on my chest ( he has not done that in months.) We sure love that little chubby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole family watched Glenn Beck sitting in bed...well WE sat the boys jumped! They fell asleep in our arms--so sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026271695273101605-8127770396719962723?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8127770396719962723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-suite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/8127770396719962723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/8127770396719962723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-suite.html' title='So suite'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-7833911913991703802</id><published>2009-11-02T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:30:56.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks x 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                                      FOUND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About three weeks ago I misplaced my wedding rings! I was distraught and have torn the house apart searching for them. I finally found them today! I'm always careful with them and put them up high in a REALLY safe place......I just could not for the life of me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; where that was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so thankful that I found them. My hand felt  so bare the last few weeks with out them. I'm not big on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;jewelry&lt;/span&gt; but have cherished those rings for obvious reasons. Brandon really went out of his way to find rings that fit my taste and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;personality&lt;/span&gt;. I loved them the minute he surprised me with them. I could not bring myself to even tell him that I had lost them the first week. I knew we could never replace &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;those &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;rings. They were one of kind estate rings. Not something that we could run out to Kay's or whoever and order &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XYZ&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026271695273101605-7833911913991703802?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7833911913991703802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanks-x-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/7833911913991703802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/7833911913991703802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanks-x-2.html' title='Thanks x 2'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-2714085942644918793</id><published>2009-11-01T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:16:16.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month of Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We have been trying to instill in our boys an attitude of thanks and gratitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The goal for this month: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recognizing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; blessings and giving thanks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today the whole family gave thanks for "falling back"! We appreciated the "feeling" of having extra time this morning. Everybody came home from church today and indulged in the Sunday nap. I woke up on my OWN! No kiddos prying my eyes open, no kiddos jumping on my chest, no frantic crying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is NOTHING like a 3 hour &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;uninterrupted&lt;/span&gt; nap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm a new woman.&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/7026271695273101605-2714085942644918793?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2714085942644918793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/11/month-of-thanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/2714085942644918793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/2714085942644918793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/11/month-of-thanks.html' title='A Month of Thanks'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-1194005041771829952</id><published>2009-10-31T08:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:02:14.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1CBo6l8uI/AAAAAAAAA_I/bzDbuh0XlWg/s1600-h/halloween+163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 397px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399044124217570018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1CBo6l8uI/AAAAAAAAA_I/bzDbuh0XlWg/s400/halloween+163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan had a really good time at the ward party this year! He does not get a lot of sweets at home......but made up for it today! This ward had more sweets then I have ever seen at a ward party before. Both boys thoroughly enjoyed the cupcake walk, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; apples,candy bingo (so cute) and "trunk or treating" which turned into classroom treating because of the rain. I had to bring Evan to the restroom twice tonight to wash off the frosting, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, cake, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan loves the "baby in the mirror" and the one inside of the stove, the glass back door, and the fridge. I should know this by now but what age do they discover "self"? He spends a good deal of time offering the baby in the stove drinks from his cups and "kisses" the baby at the back door at least ten times a day! So funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1B1UEUFAI/AAAAAAAAA_A/2FrsJrP8YTU/s1600-h/halloween+160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399043912462767106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1B1UEUFAI/AAAAAAAAA_A/2FrsJrP8YTU/s400/halloween+160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1BuANBI4I/AAAAAAAAA-4/S6-72fo_IQM/s1600-h/halloween+155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 318px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399043786871481218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1BuANBI4I/AAAAAAAAA-4/S6-72fo_IQM/s400/halloween+155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get so nostalgic when I see Evan wear the same little outfits that Ry wore at this age. At least it has held up! Not bad for $4.99 from the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Albertson's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; clearance rack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1BlmGosZI/AAAAAAAAA-w/Wl2CjrxSjag/s1600-h/halloween+142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 376px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399043642426438034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1BlmGosZI/AAAAAAAAA-w/Wl2CjrxSjag/s400/halloween+142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1BakshsHI/AAAAAAAAA-o/QkcoVx8XYKE/s1600-h/halloween+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 224px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399043453069930610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1BakshsHI/AAAAAAAAA-o/QkcoVx8XYKE/s400/halloween+051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up bright and early......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1BR_8fHfI/AAAAAAAAA-g/fzmP7u6nTAs/s1600-h/halloween+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 248px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399043305765805554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1BR_8fHfI/AAAAAAAAA-g/fzmP7u6nTAs/s400/halloween+056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one did too...armed with his treasure chest that he &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;needed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; "trick or treats" in. It's funny that he calls it that instead of just &lt;strong&gt;candy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1BKIRjf4I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Fnj7IBq9iuA/s1600-h/halloween+102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399043170562703234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1BKIRjf4I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Fnj7IBq9iuA/s400/halloween+102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1BBiTjqFI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/9mcMJyorHhY/s1600-h/halloween+104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399043022931601490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1BBiTjqFI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/9mcMJyorHhY/s400/halloween+104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1A5zt9hxI/AAAAAAAAA-I/kD4nQrjQVj4/s1600-h/halloween+113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399042890166798098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1A5zt9hxI/AAAAAAAAA-I/kD4nQrjQVj4/s400/halloween+113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su0nkbwRx1I/AAAAAAAAA8I/lIR7vYqvopM/s1600-h/halloween+123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 261px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399015035166115666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su0nkbwRx1I/AAAAAAAAA8I/lIR7vYqvopM/s400/halloween+123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pirate 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ryan has been talking about being a pirate for Halloween for months! He cracked me up as we talked about what he thought a pirate costume was. I was able to talk him OUT of the PIRATE SHIP, TALKING PARROT, &amp;amp; HOOK HAND.....we then &lt;em&gt;agreed&lt;/em&gt; on general pirate attire and a treasure chest that he could use to put his "trick or treats" in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So I made a plan for him and I to stop at Goodwill the next time we were in Portland. We would then look for clothes that I could customize and make "pirate-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". Ryan adds &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to EVERYTHING these days. The day we went to Portland we ended up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stoping&lt;/span&gt; at Costco first. While we were there Brandon found this great pirate costume! I was super excited. I love making Ryan little outfits.....but I knew with my impending new calling and a baby who still wakes at night this was just what I needed. Besides it was super cheap! We added a little wooden case that looked enough like a treasure chest to him and we were done! Thanks again Brad for finding these cute little pirate togs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;As I uploaded these picture I was a little taken back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; by how grown up Ry looks. Gone are the baby curls, chubby cheeks, and short little toddler legs. Where does the time go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This was just last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su0pQKbzGxI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/3tPIqNKDC7s/s1600-h/41+Months.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 304px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399016885942688530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su0pQKbzGxI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/3tPIqNKDC7s/s400/41+Months.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Popeye 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I scored big Mom points that year! Some how I was able to get around to sewing a costume that year even though I was &lt;strong&gt;so sleep deprived!&lt;/strong&gt; Ryan LOVED that little Popeye outfit. He had so much fun trick or treating for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su0xtw4EO1I/AAAAAAAAA84/16SVBbbmzHY/s1600-h/29+Months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399026190571027282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su0xtw4EO1I/AAAAAAAAA84/16SVBbbmzHY/s400/29+Months.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clown 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan sporting the very same clown costume that Brandon wore as a toddler. Brandon's Mom made this darling little costume and then saved it all these years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su0pYT68dZI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/TW4Sbw0zCO0/s1600-h/29+Months.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su0pdznoDlI/AAAAAAAAA8g/yj9ooFdUvx0/s1600-h/17+Months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399017120336449106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su0pdznoDlI/AAAAAAAAA8g/yj9ooFdUvx0/s400/17+Months.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pumpkin 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little precious pumpkin.....wow this was a simple time! Ryan had just started sleeping through the night. My house was immaculate once he went to bed....and stayed clean. This is &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; the case now! The new "precious pumpkin" is just as big or bigger whirlwind then Ryan was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su0plOmKB4I/AAAAAAAAA8o/-ukysaGrykA/s1600-h/5+Months+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399017247837128578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su0plOmKB4I/AAAAAAAAA8o/-ukysaGrykA/s400/5+Months+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pea Pod 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic first baby. Did I really dress up a 5 month old and take pictures? Oh yes I did! I dress these kids up and take pictures. What can I say.......? I have &lt;strong&gt;FIVE&lt;/strong&gt; brothers who DELIGHTED in decapitating, burying, and generally trashing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dolls I owned. Whatever, these "dolls" are better then cabbage patch babies any day.&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/7026271695273101605-1194005041771829952?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1194005041771829952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/1194005041771829952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/1194005041771829952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Su1CBo6l8uI/AAAAAAAAA_I/bzDbuh0XlWg/s72-c/halloween+163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-7478389300297115143</id><published>2009-10-28T22:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:05:37.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you get yours?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SukimOXsgUI/AAAAAAAAA5w/6duJKBaUQ2s/s1600-h/Obamas+prize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397883668468105538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SukimOXsgUI/AAAAAAAAA5w/6duJKBaUQ2s/s400/Obamas+prize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026271695273101605-7478389300297115143?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7478389300297115143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/10/did-you-get-yours.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/7478389300297115143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/7478389300297115143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/10/did-you-get-yours.html' title='Did you get yours?'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SukimOXsgUI/AAAAAAAAA5w/6duJKBaUQ2s/s72-c/Obamas+prize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-8222774957148359501</id><published>2009-10-24T00:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:53:53.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Missed Klamath Falls this week..............</title><content type='html'>NEVER thought I would say that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to clarify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason #1&lt;/strong&gt; My boys LOVED having a big fenced yard with lots of grass to run on. Without that they get a little stir crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason # 2&lt;/strong&gt; My boys loved walking to the park across the street from our house. I was game because I only had to keep them from darting into traffic on a walk for about 5 minutes. Huge plus for two very independent boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason #&lt;/strong&gt; 3 Uh...... looks like that's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we have found  a much better &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alternative&lt;/span&gt;. We have visited the beach about 3-4 times a week since moving here to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tillamook&lt;/span&gt; area. We are still renting the house in Oceanside so we are very close to two really great beaches. When it gets nutty around here I load up these &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rascals&lt;/span&gt; and 5 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; later we are all in sand heaven. The only draw back for me is my housework suffers. When we lived in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Klamath&lt;/span&gt; I could stand in the kitchen and cook, clean etc. and still keep an eye on them. At least our beach outings force me to take a break and dig in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKwHEGwlBI/AAAAAAAAA5I/ZcECBmnqZrY/s1600-h/Pirate+Beach+(9).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396068938950939666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKwHEGwlBI/AAAAAAAAA5I/ZcECBmnqZrY/s400/Pirate+Beach+(9).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKwCL8aNDI/AAAAAAAAA5A/k7ih88pb3a4/s1600-h/Pirate+Beach+(8).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396068855155668018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKwCL8aNDI/AAAAAAAAA5A/k7ih88pb3a4/s400/Pirate+Beach+(8).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKv8zoUckI/AAAAAAAAA44/0dqOsBv8e78/s1600-h/Pirate+Beach+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396068762729607746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKv8zoUckI/AAAAAAAAA44/0dqOsBv8e78/s400/Pirate+Beach+(7).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKv3R9EyHI/AAAAAAAAA4w/XbQqhO0m9xI/s1600-h/Pirate+Beach+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396068667790510194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKv3R9EyHI/AAAAAAAAA4w/XbQqhO0m9xI/s400/Pirate+Beach+(6).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKvxAKvlqI/AAAAAAAAA4o/0Z5EfgIfRak/s1600-h/Pirate+Beach+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396068559936788130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKvxAKvlqI/AAAAAAAAA4o/0Z5EfgIfRak/s400/Pirate+Beach+(5).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKvq0eGe4I/AAAAAAAAA4g/oqMLdR7jqnM/s1600-h/Pirate+Beach+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 331px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396068453717539714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKvq0eGe4I/AAAAAAAAA4g/oqMLdR7jqnM/s400/Pirate+Beach+(4).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKvlfEPfDI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/ZOk_8vupdYs/s1600-h/Pirate+Beach+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 361px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396068362072587314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKvlfEPfDI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/ZOk_8vupdYs/s400/Pirate+Beach+(3).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKvf3pwJ5I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/WaHyXwp7wKk/s1600-h/Pirate+Beach+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396068265593153426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKvf3pwJ5I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/WaHyXwp7wKk/s400/Pirate+Beach+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKvZDFmFUI/AAAAAAAAA4I/jLa3EPfd4DI/s1600-h/Pirate+Beach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396068148403639618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKvZDFmFUI/AAAAAAAAA4I/jLa3EPfd4DI/s400/Pirate+Beach.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026271695273101605-8222774957148359501?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8222774957148359501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-missed-klamath-falls-this-week.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/8222774957148359501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/8222774957148359501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-missed-klamath-falls-this-week.html' title='I Missed Klamath Falls this week..............'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SuKwHEGwlBI/AAAAAAAAA5I/ZcECBmnqZrY/s72-c/Pirate+Beach+(9).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-6135954452211178075</id><published>2009-10-09T21:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T20:53:20.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Graco</title><content type='html'>Do you think you could manufacture a infant seat with a &lt;strong&gt;HANDLE&lt;/strong&gt; that I could use past 30lbs........? PLEASE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking Evan anywhere requires him to be snoozing comfortably in his car seat. I'm not ready to give that up! I have a hard time &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believing&lt;/span&gt; I'm the &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; Mom out there who uses this to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;maintain&lt;/span&gt; sanity!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/StjfVwmii4I/AAAAAAAAA24/JOXDasrnipI/s1600-h/P7145400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393306118692965250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/StjfVwmii4I/AAAAAAAAA24/JOXDasrnipI/s400/P7145400.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Stje2bAGm3I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/0Mv51IU03oY/s1600-h/P8136114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 315px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393305580318661490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Stje2bAGm3I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/0Mv51IU03oY/s400/P8136114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/StjaUiU-bWI/AAAAAAAAA14/3lSwvbn5ZB0/s1600-h/P7145400.JPG"&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/7026271695273101605-6135954452211178075?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6135954452211178075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-graco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/6135954452211178075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/6135954452211178075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-graco.html' title='Dear Graco'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/StjfVwmii4I/AAAAAAAAA24/JOXDasrnipI/s72-c/P7145400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-2554610457285560880</id><published>2009-10-09T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T10:34:50.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Set up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Evan is finally asleep..... I tried letting him "cry it out" again. This only produced a very upset little boy. (I'm now convinced this DOES NOT work for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;certain&lt;/span&gt; children)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I set myself up for this. In the back of my mind I promised myself sleep when Evan reached 16 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's when Ryan started sleeping through the night (more often then not). That's when Ryan weaned himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So here I am wondering how long this will last? I know all babies are different. The constant waking is wearing me down. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;migraines,&lt;/span&gt; the brain fog, the forgetfulness.....that's getting a little old. I now have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;insomnia&lt;/span&gt;. If I hear one more mother tell me about their baby that started sleeping through the night at 6 weeks...... I might lose it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026271695273101605-2554610457285560880?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2554610457285560880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/10/set-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/2554610457285560880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/2554610457285560880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/10/set-up.html' title='Set up'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-4347377398187275120</id><published>2009-10-04T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T16:58:14.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan's Keeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Sslx_qJ8hRI/AAAAAAAAAxA/6KeXdx8PnjU/s1600-h/P8226393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388963767587210514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Sslx_qJ8hRI/AAAAAAAAAxA/6KeXdx8PnjU/s400/P8226393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan is very protective of Evan! He inherits this trait from me as I'm one of those annoying hovering Mothers..... I cut their food into pea size amounts forever! I freak out when they fall etc. We have baby gates on all three stair levels. (I had locks on every cupboard and door in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Klamath&lt;/span&gt;) Every time we head to the beach Evan makes a bee line for the water. He really loves the crashing waves, cold water and the sand in his toes. Ryan lets him get so far and then runs after him and hauls him back. Evan only weighs about 15lbs less then Ry so it's not an easy task!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that these two get along so well. They laugh, giggle and chase each other all day long. Ryan always has an eye out for his baby brother. He still brings me things that he thinks we should put up so "Ev won't choke it". Ryan prays for help to "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tect&lt;/span&gt;" (protect) his brother. I laugh every time he says that because he is so articulate and has always said "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tect&lt;/span&gt;" instead of protect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed watching General Conference this weekend as a family. The spirit was felt by all. Ryan did pretty good and sat though about 2-3 talks per session. ( I bribed him with milk duds--kids have a really hard time talking with sticky &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Carmel's&lt;/span&gt; in their mouths!) Evan found the box of milk duds later that night and crammed about 8 into his mouth at once.... I freaked when I found him--but he had such a huge grin on his face and was making his yum noise I snapped a picture instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026271695273101605-4347377398187275120?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4347377398187275120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/10/evans-keeper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/4347377398187275120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/4347377398187275120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/10/evans-keeper.html' title='Evan&apos;s Keeper'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Sslx_qJ8hRI/AAAAAAAAAxA/6KeXdx8PnjU/s72-c/P8226393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-6214731221298716703</id><published>2009-10-02T10:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T15:45:30.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmmm.....</title><content type='html'>My Dad sent me the following in an email. Too bad our children will suffer the most from this mess. I say this because I wonder if it's out of our hands to fix? Brad I and wonder all the time if our boys will grow up in the same America we grew up in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SsY0Cl9dh-I/AAAAAAAAAwI/41tOG9gUb_A/s1600-h/1934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 325px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388051223349659618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SsY0Cl9dh-I/AAAAAAAAAwI/41tOG9gUb_A/s400/1934.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it! This was in the paper in 1934...you can actually (barely) see the date in the bottom corner of the cartoon...Looking back can be a look forward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This amazing cartoon was in the Chicago Tribune in 1934. Look carefully at the plan Of action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the adage, "Those who do not remember the past are doomed to repeat it" .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026271695273101605-6214731221298716703?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6214731221298716703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/10/hmmmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/6214731221298716703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/6214731221298716703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/10/hmmmmm.html' title='Hmmmmm.....'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SsY0Cl9dh-I/AAAAAAAAAwI/41tOG9gUb_A/s72-c/1934.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-1120534654984101753</id><published>2009-04-30T16:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:46:12.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birdhouse Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Sfo874Ayo_I/AAAAAAAAAmk/dVSbtxfSWU4/s1600-h/Medford+Easter+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330640108292056050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Sfo874Ayo_I/AAAAAAAAAmk/dVSbtxfSWU4/s400/Medford+Easter+109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We finally took Ryan to Home Depot's kid's building workshop last month. Officially Home Depot set the starting age at 5 to attend. Since he looks 5 we thought what the heck. I wish I would have brought him sooner since it's not a really organized "workshop" as I had been led to believe. I could never picture Ryan sitting still for a step by step workshop on anything! It's really a free for all--for starters it's FREE, each child receives a Home Depot project apron and you dive in with your kiddo and put together prefab little wooden projects. Ryan had a really good time. As you can tell he is in love with the bird house that he and Dad built--could not take his eyes off of it! He kept asking Brad the rest of the day "lets do another project together". Needless to say they mowed the lawn together, ran errands, etc. Brad said later that night he has never been so exhausted when he said such a willing helper at his disposal! WELCOME to my world! This made up for the comment he made earlier in the week--"Babe, I think what your problem is, is goal setting just set a goal (s) each day and then focus on them until you get them done." He has lots of good one liners. The ones while I'm in labor and just home from the hospital with a newborn are just as priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="Z-INDEX: 50; POSITION: absolute; WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 45px; TOP: 30px; LEFT: 0px" id="tag"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7026271695273101605-1120534654984101753?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1120534654984101753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/love.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/1120534654984101753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/1120534654984101753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/love.html' title='Birdhouse Love'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Sfo874Ayo_I/AAAAAAAAAmk/dVSbtxfSWU4/s72-c/Medford+Easter+109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-24807830750608028</id><published>2009-04-29T22:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:52:08.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teething Teething go away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Sfk2b5xxQ_I/AAAAAAAAAmc/qz_rHAVy57k/s1600-h/Medford+Easter+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330351486963631090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Sfk2b5xxQ_I/AAAAAAAAAmc/qz_rHAVy57k/s400/Medford+Easter+162.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Evan is a problem solver.....he snagged a turkey drumstick off the dinner table the other night while I was cleaning up from dinner. He was fussy all day and then like magic there was SILENCE! He sat in his highchair and gnawed on that turkey bone for a good hour. This made for a very &lt;em&gt;easy&lt;/em&gt; dinner by the way. Throw frozen turkey legs in crock pot, season and forget about them. Make a salad at 6:00 and eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="Z-INDEX: 50; POSITION: absolute; WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 45px; TOP: 30px; LEFT: 0px" id="tag"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7026271695273101605-24807830750608028?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/24807830750608028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/teething-teething-go-away.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/24807830750608028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/24807830750608028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/teething-teething-go-away.html' title='Teething Teething go away!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Sfk2b5xxQ_I/AAAAAAAAAmc/qz_rHAVy57k/s72-c/Medford+Easter+162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-5599302172870855212</id><published>2009-04-22T12:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T23:22:50.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se99RAZ-KMI/AAAAAAAAAmU/15XLibFMZbM/s1600-h/Medford+Easter+323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327614615322765506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se99RAZ-KMI/AAAAAAAAAmU/15XLibFMZbM/s400/Medford+Easter+323.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan eating his new books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se98WVdwrKI/AAAAAAAAAmM/0If0byj9-AE/s1600-h/Medford+Easter+208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327613607363521698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se98WVdwrKI/AAAAAAAAAmM/0If0byj9-AE/s400/Medford+Easter+208.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter morning the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Siamese&lt;/span&gt; twins find &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; Easter baskets.&lt;br /&gt;Evan is delighted! Ryan is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mesmerized&lt;/span&gt; by yet another Thomas.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se97UIXYHWI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Kuy0MrmmwL0/s1600-h/Medford+Easter+431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327612469975719266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se97UIXYHWI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Kuy0MrmmwL0/s400/Medford+Easter+431.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dominated&lt;/span&gt; the egg hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se96j7MJDRI/AAAAAAAAAl8/1NUYwYMf2c0/s1600-h/Medford+Easter+350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327611641805212946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se96j7MJDRI/AAAAAAAAAl8/1NUYwYMf2c0/s400/Medford+Easter+350.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Ryan on Easter morning. Dad post call and tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; enjoying the sweetness of that morning. Our last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easter in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Klamath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se94Doq4MJI/AAAAAAAAAls/dvvbba6kKgk/s1600-h/Medford+Easter+264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327608888054788242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se94Doq4MJI/AAAAAAAAAls/dvvbba6kKgk/s400/Medford+Easter+264.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan finding the C&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;adbury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se95x3JQHLI/AAAAAAAAAl0/vC5lF0361O0/s1600-h/Medford+Easter+269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327610781725891762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se95x3JQHLI/AAAAAAAAAl0/vC5lF0361O0/s400/Medford+Easter+269.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom confiscating the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cadbury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; eggs.... Evan sure can pitch a fit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love the balled fists and hyper flexed feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se92BwiSAhI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Xgq0bZ-ZSCc/s1600-h/Medford+Easter+423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327606656783221266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se92BwiSAhI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Xgq0bZ-ZSCc/s400/Medford+Easter+423.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan "showing" his one egg to Ryan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se93Clz_cGI/AAAAAAAAAlk/ZN9m5nnwP-U/s1600-h/Medford+Easter+425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327607770596208738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se93Clz_cGI/AAAAAAAAAlk/ZN9m5nnwP-U/s400/Medford+Easter+425.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; takes off with the egg.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evan trying to get his Easter egg back from Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se91tuRUh-I/AAAAAAAAAk8/ZURNnzItm3s/s1600-h/Medford+Easter+195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327606312577828834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se91tuRUh-I/AAAAAAAAAk8/ZURNnzItm3s/s400/Medford+Easter+195.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am powerless by those big blue eyes!&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;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/7026271695273101605-5599302172870855212?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5599302172870855212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/5599302172870855212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/5599302172870855212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-2009.html' title='Easter 2009'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/Se99RAZ-KMI/AAAAAAAAAmU/15XLibFMZbM/s72-c/Medford+Easter+323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-8249304658630174332</id><published>2009-02-24T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T01:20:52.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing the sunshine!</title><content type='html'>This time last year we were "wintering" in the Caribbean. It was wonderful! I'm so ready to be done with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Klamath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Falls and SNOW/COLD/WIND! Brandon was doing an elective rotation at the University. It was lots of fun to see the island again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; NOTHING with the island itself had changed! However, the university had tons of new buildings and even a SUBWAY! The church has now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;established&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;presence&lt;/span&gt; there which was awesome to see. They have two chapels and have already outgrown them. It was really nice to attend church with "local" members and see missionaries &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tracting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the blazing heat! It was fun for Ryan to experience island life with us. He thoroughly enjoyed swimming everyday and living at the beach. This is a picture from our favorite beach.  Ry was only 2 and half then....I thought he was so grown up. Poor kid, we always expect so much out of him because he has always been so verbal and intelligent.  The other night I was on his case about something and Ryan looked up at me and said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt; jeez&lt;/span&gt; Mom I'm just a kid! 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Actually, Evan does this 24-7 now, unless I'm holding him.......  He just went to the doctors for his nine month and SCREAMED the entire time. He did not need any immunizations--thankfully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...... my floors are dirty, laundry is piled up, the dishes sit until the end of the day (midnight) when Evan finally passes out in his swing. No such luck in the daytime, Ryan is just too LOUD. I keep the swing in the back bedroom in the daytime but Ryan always successfully wakes him up after about 5 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I can still CRAM him into that swing! Fisher Price really out did themselves when they invented the Papasan cradle swing. I passed them up when I had Ryan because they are UGLY, it screams " I'm a huge plastic baby accessory". Now that I'm an "experienced" Mom I go for function. I love that these swings lay down so the baby can sleep &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;comfortably&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; while swinging. The weight limit goes up to 25lbs which we have  now maxed, even at it's highest setting it now swings really SLOW. This swing plugs in,which is a huge plus, since we went through 4 Costco packs of D cells with Ryan! So if you need to get a swing for your baby--go for &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; of the Fisher Price Papasan or cradle swings. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WELL&lt;/span&gt; worth the money and worth the eyesore in your living room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026271695273101605-8287882590685031952?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8287882590685031952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/02/trying-to-be-fun-mom.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/8287882590685031952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/8287882590685031952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/02/trying-to-be-fun-mom.html' title='Trying to be a fun Mom....'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SZ88aCQXszI/AAAAAAAAAiA/gU1BySBW1ls/s72-c/P2032112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-8436864304448785233</id><published>2009-02-20T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:21:11.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With just one picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SaCCBeMvXzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/RSIdXFi4QW4/s1600-h/IMG_0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305383322840424242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SaCCBeMvXzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/RSIdXFi4QW4/s400/IMG_0321.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; finding photos that I thought I had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; erased! I was going through all of the throngs of photos we have on the computer trying to organize and sort and came across this one of Ryan at 16 months. These photos had gotten stuck in with pictures of the Grants Pass rental. We always take pictures before we place a new tenet so we can have some sort of a reference point, in regards to damages and cleaning. Anyway, Ryan had a ball that day! "Helping" us install a new kitchen faucet, inspecting the insides of the dishwasher, navigating stairs for the first time etc. Funny how time flies! Just this one picture brought back so many memories. We had gotten back from NYC shortly after these pictures were taken. Brandon's medical school graduation was in NYC at the Lincoln Center. We didn't think Ryan would be able to sit through such a long ordeal and did not relish another long plane trip with him. (We had been to Hawaii just before that) So we left him with my In-Laws. I was a nervous wreck, that was the first time I had been separated from him. I was still nursing at the time so it was a crazy trip of running to graduation events and pumping on the go to keep up the milk supply. We managed to squeeze in a trip to Times Square and enjoy TEN &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dollar&lt;/span&gt; Cold Stone ice cream! (being the frugal people we are, we called that dinner) For some reason it was really important for me to bring Ryan back a "I heart NY" T-shirt..... Not just any T-shirt it had to be a "o&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nesie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". I have the hardest time watching my babies grow up! Maybe because they are such strapping kids and they start wearing a 2T at 12 months, they just grow too FAST! Anyway, I finally found a little shop that had what I was looking for, the shirt was only 24 months--but it was HUGE! Perfect.The next day we went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Conney&lt;/span&gt; island and ate a really sick "world famous &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Nathan's&lt;/span&gt; hot dog". We are still not sure what the hype is about,they cost like 6 bucks and taste &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;horrible&lt;/span&gt;. (worse then a Dodger dog) Nobody beats Costco! Anyway, after throwing away the rest of our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Nathan's&lt;/span&gt; we checked out the rides at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Conney&lt;/span&gt; island. ALL of the rides look really old and scary, not safe at all. Most of them were being run by father time, not the most reassuring sight &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;when you&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;contemplating&lt;/span&gt; a carnival ride. Then we saw the "Cyclone" it was either the worlds biggest or the world's oldest &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wooden&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;roller&lt;/span&gt; coaster. I can't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; now. As soon as I clapped eyes on it I was wishing I had Ryan with me so I could bow out and not have to ride that death trap! Brandon LOVES &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;roller&lt;/span&gt; coasters, he grew up in So. California and spent many summers at magic mountain and the like. I knew I was in trouble when Brad spied the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Cyclone&lt;/span&gt;! Suffice it to say we purchased tickets and went &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gate&lt;/span&gt;. Father time shuffled over to strap us in and we were off. I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;permanently&lt;/span&gt; traumatized from that ride. I have NEVER been that scared before in my life! The bar that held us in our seats was loose and kept flying up even though we both had a death grip on it. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;coaster&lt;/span&gt; felt very rickety. I just kept &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; this is how I'm going to die....and nobody knows what our wishes are in regards to our son! I had a serious panic attack high in the air on all of those hair pin tuns. The only thing that makes this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; okay is the fact that Brad has never wanted to go on another coaster! I think he was just as scared as me. Our ears always perk up when we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Conney&lt;/span&gt; Island in the news--we are just waiting for them to say they had to tear that death trap down after some one was hurt or killed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026271695273101605-8436864304448785233?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8436864304448785233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/02/with-just-one-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/8436864304448785233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/8436864304448785233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/02/with-just-one-picture.html' title='With just one picture'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SaCCBeMvXzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/RSIdXFi4QW4/s72-c/IMG_0321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-4087573312300895498</id><published>2009-02-13T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T09:45:53.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine  Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SZXBOhYb5KI/AAAAAAAAAfw/GVtLqAtk-b4/s1600-h/P2112573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SZXBOhYb5KI/AAAAAAAAAfw/GVtLqAtk-b4/s400/P2112573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/Barefoot1copy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;happy&lt;/style&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy nine months Evan! You now have more time out than in. We love your sweet cheerful disposition. Mommy loves all of your chubby rolls! You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;kind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;of learned to crawl on Sunday. Well, it's more of a slither. Like Ry Ry you have a lot of mass to move...... So you are content to roll from place to place or drag your belly and legs behind you. Mommy does NOT mind at all that you and Ry were slow crawlers.... you guys can tear up enough stuff  just rolling! You have been such a nice addition to our family. Ryan LOVES you and wants to do everything with you -including wrestling..... Ryan was very interested in you when you were born. When you were three days old I had just finished nursing you and placed you in your pack N play. Ryan was playing trains in the family room near your pack N play. I went to the kitchen to refill my water jug.....just as I came around the corner Ryan comes around the corner with YOU in his arms! He had the biggest smile on his face he was so proud of himself...and said"look Mommy this is a really big baby". I almost died! I walked very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; to Ryan and scooped you up and checked you all over to make sure you were okay. To Ryan's credit he had you cradled in his arms PERFECT, just liked we had practiced on this doll he named Caribou. I was gone maybe 15 seconds.....I never dreamed he would be able to get you out of the little bassinet potion of the play yard. I should have known better since Ry has always been so tall. In hindsight I should have grabbed the camera it was right by us on the counter. I would have liked to of captured the sweetness that Ryan showed toward you as he held you. I was just so worried about how he got you out of the play yard--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I had visions of little boys carrying cats around the neck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... Anyway, we all went to sit down on the couch and take a breather. I had kept my postpartum hormones in check before that. I started crying, bawling really. (I'm not a crier!) Ryan kept saying "I'm sorry Mommy, I just love him". I reassured him that I was not mad at him just scared for the baby. It was really hot that day too. We were waiting for the guy to come and fix the AC--so that made it worse. I'm always so hot after having a baby. Later after I had regained some composure I asked Ryan how he got you out of the play yard and he said "I pulled him by his feet"!  I was still freaked until Daddy could come home and check you out. You were fine! It is now one of your brother's favorite stories to tell "Hey Mom do you remember that day I got the baby out and you just cried and cried?" Later that day as I held you I Thanked Heavenly Father for sending you almost a month early. You were so tiny, If you had been heavier maybe Ryan would have dropped you? You continue to delight us with you personality and we are grateful for your spirit and cute chubby thighs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="z-index: 50; left: 0px; width: 150px; position: absolute; top: 30px; height: 45px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7026271695273101605-4087573312300895498?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4087573312300895498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/02/nine-months.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/4087573312300895498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/4087573312300895498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/02/nine-months.html' title='Nine  Months'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SZXBOhYb5KI/AAAAAAAAAfw/GVtLqAtk-b4/s72-c/P2112573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-4526080194535275531</id><published>2009-02-12T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:27:55.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth a shot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SZ8nzKLJ_PI/AAAAAAAAAhA/HpUa5XSUZk4/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 94px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SZ8nzKLJ_PI/AAAAAAAAAhA/HpUa5XSUZk4/s400/baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305002645923691762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Friend just sent this to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Think your little firecracker has the personality it takes to win the &lt;i&gt;Live  with Regis and Kelly&lt;/i&gt; Beautiful Baby Search? Prove it! Pull out the camera  and get your little top model ready, because this year's contest starts the week  of January 12, 2009 -- your baby could appear on the cover of &lt;em&gt;Parenting&lt;/em&gt;  magazine and &lt;b&gt;win $125,000&lt;/b&gt; to be used towards a 4-year college education!   &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;To enter:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Visit&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.liveregisandkelly.com/" target="_new"&gt;liveregisandkelly.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and submit a photo from &lt;b&gt;January 12,  2009&lt;/b&gt; to &lt;b&gt;February 13, 2009&lt;/b&gt;. The &lt;i&gt;Live&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Parenting&lt;/i&gt;  staffs will narrow down the hundreds of thousands of entries to 10  semi-finalists, who will be announced on the show on March 9, 2009. You can vote  for your favorites, and the top 5 contestants will be announced the following  day. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The winner will be announced on &lt;em&gt;Live &lt;/em&gt;on March 13, 2009. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I probably should have sat these boys down and gotten pictures with out blurriness and snot......  I just found out about it--and would like a crack at getting school PAID for for one of these rascals! Ok Moms there is still time, the deadline is tomorrow at 5pm EST. I knew if I did not get something submitted I would forget/ get sidetracked. So if your babies are between 6months and 48 months--snap a picture and get to uploading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SZSrN4dFjxI/AAAAAAAAAeA/mcsJ5hfusTQ/s1600-h/P2072181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SZSrN4dFjxI/AAAAAAAAAeA/mcsJ5hfusTQ/s400/P2072181.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said....Ryan does NOT smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SZSq4T6nKVI/AAAAAAAAAd4/P5g_SuVj8_c/s1600-h/P1191780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SZSq4T6nKVI/AAAAAAAAAd4/P5g_SuVj8_c/s400/P1191780.JPG" alt="" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0pt; clear: both; float: left;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/Barefoot1copy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position: absolute; left: 0px; top: 30px; z-index: 50; width: 150px; height: 45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Baby Evan can't help it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position: absolute; left: 0px; top: 30px; z-index: 50; width: 150px; height: 45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7026271695273101605-4526080194535275531?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4526080194535275531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/02/worth-as-shot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/4526080194535275531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/4526080194535275531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/02/worth-as-shot.html' title='Worth a shot!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SZ8nzKLJ_PI/AAAAAAAAAhA/HpUa5XSUZk4/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-3234850241530214258</id><published>2009-02-09T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:27:00.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Punxsutawney Phil you are on my list.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SZJ-uuvHjkI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/jq72R2r0n6Y/s1600-h/Phil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SZJ-uuvHjkI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/jq72R2r0n6Y/s400/Phil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301439052653235778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;a name="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well..... he was right, we woke up to more SNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The only good thing that ever happens on February 2nd is the Celebration of my &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;oldest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; brothers birthday! AKA "Lieutenant" Dan-- he turned 35!!!! He is currently living in Japan with his beautiful family. They just welcomed their 4th baby in January. Kaleb joins two brothers and a sister. I wish they lived closer, because their boys are "spirited" like my own. Keeping are fingers crossed for a visit from them this fall. We miss them so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan....since I missed calling you on the "day"....... I will pay public homage to honor you. So I can expunge my guilt! Here are 35 tidbits from your/our life for your enjoyment. (In no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I Love that you had to get up in primary and give "my" first talk as a sunbeam.....because I fell asleep and the teachers did not want to wake me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love your sarcastic sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Thanks for teaching me to mountain bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Thanks for including me in your group of friends at EFY's, Youth Conferences, Stake dances and the like. It made up for all of the times you and your friends harassed me in middle school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Thanks for serving a full time mission. That instilled a drive for me to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Thanks for helping me get my first two full time jobs. Ahhh... remember summers at the blueberry patch with the Hoover, mini vac, and *shutter* Richard Brandis? Matsu served us both well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Remember all of those tree houses and forts we built in the backyard of our house when we lived in San Jose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Thanks for &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;totally getting&lt;/span&gt; why I do what I do-- in regards to raising my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I love that you oldest boy is JUST LIKE YOU as a child. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karma is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I love that you bettered yourself by going to school and graduating from BYU and then on to Cornell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Thanks for staying strong in the Gospel your whole life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;12.Thanks for “trying” to teach me to drive a manual transmission.....I'm too right brained—it will never happen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;13.Whenever I need a good laugh I think of you driving your bike in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;bike lane &lt;/span&gt;on Highland Ave.                  where some inconsiderate donkey parked his semi overnight..... or the time you were driving the B.U.S and the spare tire came loose and rolled down the isle and ran over your lunch.... Do you still have the tee shirt with tire marks on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;14. We laugh when you call Brad the 	“Good Doctor”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Remember when you and Steve would 	“threaten” me with that encyclopedia entitled “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asia&lt;/span&gt;”? At one 	point as children we had not formed our alliance so you and Steve 	constantly harassed me.....beheading my Barbies, hiding my strawberry shortcake dolls, or threatening to beat me over the head with “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asia&lt;/span&gt;”. You guys would 	wait until Mom walked out of the room and then reach under the couch 	for “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asia&lt;/span&gt;”......unless I did whatever you guys said. For 	example— do your chores, give up my chocolate Easter 	bunny.....etc. You two were typical brothers! All you had to say was 	“Steve go get “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asia&lt;/span&gt;”. It is a little Ironic that the actual 	continent of Asia would play such a roll in you life in the years to 	come. First a job as a chef at a Japanese restaurant, then a full 	time mission to Japan, Then marriage to the best sister in law ever, 	who has Vietnamese and Chinese heritage, and then  accepting a job 	in Japan after graduating from Cornell. Not to mention your trips to 	Guam and Vietnam. Who would of thought that a skinny white boy like 	yourself could be so cultured?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;16. Love the way you can recount a 	story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;17. I miss old school GP with you. Going to G.P. Pharmacy for a phosphate. Going to Millies for a sub. Going to a movie after Thanksgiving dinner. Lunch at the Royal Barge.  "Cruising" 6th &amp;amp; 7th street in the summers in the LUV, your camero, or dare I say the KFC? These days GP pharmacy has some snot nosed teenager behind the counter with an attitude. Millies is under new ownership.... with "yum yum" subs--and it does not taste the same! Movies these days are mostly trash or shameless remakes of an older better movie. I'm starting to sound old....  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;18.Camp outs in the backyard "survivalist style". We would spend hours as kids packing up sleeping bags, ramen, water, and such so we could survive in the "wilderness".......we usually lasted a night. We even "waterproofed" our matches with wax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;19.Scouring the house on Lawnridge looking for Dr. Ogle's diamonds and gems. Thought we really hit the jackpot when we found a hidden safe down in the pantry in the basement.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;20.Making Simon and Garfunkle tapes. Sneaking downstairs to watch SNL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;21. Feeling so cool Christmas morning with our brand new Jellyfish Swatches!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;22. Stealing your Silver Tabs when you went on your mission.....okay stealing ALL of your stuff when you left on your mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;23.Road trip to Coos Bay in my Volarie, we could not even talk because the engine was so loud! Loved that slant 6. That was back in the Armando days.....*shutter*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;24.Dump trips.....we make a good demo/slash clean up crew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;25.Bella block&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;26.Crusher and the mailman or Crusher and the doorknocker--take your pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;27. Back to the Future, Karate Kid, It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad World, Rear Window, Forrest Gump.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;28.Tricking you off of Grandpa West's lap by playing with your train set.....you were sitting there while he told you stories. Well, I wanted to sit there--so I ran over to your prize train set, sure enough you jumped down to rescue the train and I sauntered over to G. West. You may have the college degrees.....but I have savvy. Savvy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;29.Fiercely defending you even as Mom was about ready to kill you! Especially the time you threw a log at my face when I didn't hold your bike steady enough when you tried to climb the Elm tree in the back yard. Mom came out just as you hurled the offending piece of firewood.... I needed stitches which was scary I was only 2. Mom and Dad yelled at you but I told them to STOP because you were my brother!&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;30.Being old enough to remember phones with cords, B&amp;amp;W TV, Seat belts with out shoulder harnesses. How to heat up food without a microwave, what a VCR is, Thrifty ice cream cones, M&amp;amp;M's without the color red and blue. Salt water sandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;31. Helping you take the trash out in San Jose and getting chased by a pit bull. Helping you catch the rooster at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;32.Road trip to SLC to bring you to the MTC.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;33.Marching in the band at Boat Nik.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;34.Big thanks for all of the help you Teresa gave at our wedding reception.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;35.Lexon baskets&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I really wanted to add another 35...maybe when you reach 70! Thanks for the laughs and the bonding! Happy Birthday! Peace out Juke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Love, Ange, The Good Doctor, Ry Ry, and Baby E &lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/Barefoot1copy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026271695273101605-3234850241530214258?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3234850241530214258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/02/punxsutawney-phil-you-are-on-my-list.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/3234850241530214258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/3234850241530214258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/02/punxsutawney-phil-you-are-on-my-list.html' title='Punxsutawney Phil you are on my list.....'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SZJ-uuvHjkI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/jq72R2r0n6Y/s72-c/Phil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-5048220725266220786</id><published>2009-02-06T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T23:30:06.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice makes perfect</title><content type='html'>Well it's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt;......we have a place to practice! We thought we would never see this day!!!! Seven years ago we stuck a rental sign in the yard of our first home and drove away. Now seven years later with a MD and two kids we get to put down roots again. We always thought we would go back home to GP. As the time drew closer to make a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;decision,&lt;/span&gt; that really did not fit our lifestyle any longer. We were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DINC's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; then. Now that we are parents we were looking for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;certain&lt;/span&gt; type of community for our boys. When it comes right down to it our boys are EVERYTHING to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have found a charming little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;community&lt;/span&gt; up north, and we couldn't be happier! Our new home will be in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tillamook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Oregon. We looked at quite a few places and were pleased to find a place right here in Oregon. We love the pacific northwest and have always wanted to live near the beach. This town really fits the bill. Brandon has accepted a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;position&lt;/span&gt; with a Family &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Medicine&lt;/span&gt; Practice associated with the local Hospital in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tillamook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;currently&lt;/span&gt; house shopping in Bay City (10 minutes from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tillamook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) we want to live near the water. Brandon would only have a 10 minute commute! He only has twenty minutes now--but when it snows in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Klamath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it takes about 45 minutes! (They can't be bothered to plow the roads here) That's another plus to coastal living vs. the basin--NO SNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys and I had a blast in this little community this fall when Brandon was doing a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rotation&lt;/span&gt; with one of the local Doc's. We toured the private school (can't wait to enroll Ryan this fall--he begs to go to school everyday. Most of his friends started pre-school at 2 and a half, so he feels a little left out.) We went to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;library&lt;/span&gt; 3 times a week (they have story times for kids going on all week). Played at the park for hours. This park has retired trains next to it that are just parked on old tracks. As you can imagine Ryan was thrilled to have his very own "shunting yards" We played on those trains all morning. He was the the driver,which left the roll of "Sir Topham Hatt" for yours truly..... Anybody familiar with "Thomas the Tank Engine" knows that is not a sought after part for a cute girl like myself! On the weekends we brought the boys to the beach, air museum, and of coarse the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tillamook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cheese factory. We love &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tillamook's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; close &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;proximity&lt;/span&gt; to Portland. This will allow us to bring the boys to plays and other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cultural&lt;/span&gt; events. Not to mention access to an international airport (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PDX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) with great prices on fares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture below is from this fall. Ryan wanted to go the beach everyday! He dug in the sand convinced he was going to find "Pirate Gold".......he's three what does he know about pirate gold? After a while he settled for picking flowers and "decorating" my hair, sand cakes, and baby Evan's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carseat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Can't wait to get back and enjoy that ocean breeze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SYzB0-rUl6I/AAAAAAAAAYo/cCkSghsfqp4/s1600-h/IMG_5984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SYzB0-rUl6I/AAAAAAAAAYo/cCkSghsfqp4/s400/IMG_5984.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/Barefoot1copy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7026271695273101605-5048220725266220786?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5048220725266220786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/02/practice-makes-perfect.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/5048220725266220786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/5048220725266220786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/02/practice-makes-perfect.html' title='Practice makes perfect'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SYzB0-rUl6I/AAAAAAAAAYo/cCkSghsfqp4/s72-c/IMG_5984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-8575801584715474904</id><published>2009-02-05T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:17:04.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genes at work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SYs0_BIq_7I/AAAAAAAAAYI/eDt61coWQYE/s1600-h/P2052139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SYs0_BIq_7I/AAAAAAAAAYI/eDt61coWQYE/s400/P2052139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/Barefoot1copy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed&lt;/style&gt;I have been working on Family history lately and ran across this picture. It is uncanny how much my sister Tiffany and brother Mike favor these two! I never met these "Greats" they died a few years before we were born. I'm enjoying all of the pictures and letters that my progenitors have left for us to enjoy. At least I know where I got by "sturdy" ankles from.....thanks Grandma Mote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="z-index: 50; left: 0px; width: 150px; position: absolute; top: 30px; height: 45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7026271695273101605-8575801584715474904?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8575801584715474904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/02/genes-at-work.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/8575801584715474904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/8575801584715474904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/02/genes-at-work.html' title='Genes at work'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SYs0_BIq_7I/AAAAAAAAAYI/eDt61coWQYE/s72-c/P2052139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-197501017455129676</id><published>2009-01-22T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:19:37.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan NEVER did this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SX1ofqqaWfI/AAAAAAAAAXo/OKkheBol08k/s1600-h/Jan+09+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295503630094981618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SX1ofqqaWfI/AAAAAAAAAXo/OKkheBol08k/s400/Jan+09+079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Evan....it's true that subsequent children get slightly &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;neglected&lt;/span&gt;. I never wanted it to be this way. We always &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;attended&lt;/span&gt; to Ryan when ever he peeped--what else did we have to do? :) Well sometimes Evan has to wait for me to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt; loading the dishwasher or help Ryan in the bathroom (Ry would like to do it all on his own....but that does not turn out very well!) It's true the work load &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;quadruples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with a second baby.... not double as I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;naively&lt;/span&gt; thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="Z-INDEX: 50; POSITION: absolute; WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 45px; TOP: 30px; LEFT: 0px" id="tag"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7026271695273101605-197501017455129676?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/197501017455129676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/01/ryan-never-did-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/197501017455129676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/197501017455129676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/01/ryan-never-did-this.html' title='Ryan NEVER did this!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SX1ofqqaWfI/AAAAAAAAAXo/OKkheBol08k/s72-c/Jan+09+079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-1756859384861970775</id><published>2009-01-17T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T14:52:40.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Brother!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Hi..... can you tell we are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXIs_U6l1qI/AAAAAAAAASE/lRFDXMNP68M/s1600-h/Jan+09+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXIs_U6l1qI/AAAAAAAAASE/lRFDXMNP68M/s400/Jan+09+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/Barefoot1copy.jpg"); 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width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SWhKNHblV1I/AAAAAAAAAR8/E04PjYwfIrE/s400/PC120517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289559351540143954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/Barefoot1copy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position: absolute; left: 0px; top: 30px; z-index: 50; width: 150px; height: 45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7026271695273101605-465851809701715604?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/465851809701715604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/01/any-given-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/465851809701715604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/465851809701715604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/01/any-given-day.html' title='Any given day.........'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SWhKNHblV1I/AAAAAAAAAR8/E04PjYwfIrE/s72-c/PC120517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-4989445866851591242</id><published>2009-01-01T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:17:16.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow! Where did 2008 go? We feel like we have been running for the last year! Brandon is of coarse busy as ever getting through his last year of medical residency. We welcomed our second son in May...almost a month early! Our first baby turned three in May....*SAD* where did the time go? We were also out of town every single month in 2008 to fun places like the Caribbean, Cancun Mexico, Montana, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brookings&lt;/span&gt; Or., &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Calistoga&lt;/span&gt; Ca., St Helena Ca.,Seaside Or., &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tillamook&lt;/span&gt; Or. Not to mention numerous trips down south to Los Angeles to see Nana &amp;amp; Papa. Our most recent trip to LA was quite an adventure we decided to avoid getting stranded on snowy roads and take Amtrak.... Our second time with Ryan first time with the baby. It was actually a lot of fun--Ryan is still totally infatuated with trains so checking out the front of the engine and eating in the dinning car was a big treat for him. We have been so busy have not had time to post any pics or fun stories from all of our gallivanting. Here is a stab at getting caught up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/Barefoot1copy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026271695273101605-4989445866851591242?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4989445866851591242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow-where-did-2008-go-we-feel-like-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/4989445866851591242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/4989445866851591242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow-where-did-2008-go-we-feel-like-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-8439027676434147082</id><published>2008-12-31T16:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T09:59:45.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Night</title><content type='html'>Talk about Momma's boys! My boys have to be near me 24-7. I have finally given up having Evan sleep by himself. I can not function anymore being repeatedly awakened through the night.  He does just fine curled up on his tummy on my chest. Brad invested in a comfy plush recliner for me so I can relax and sleep as well. I'm still trying to figure out why it has taken me so long to figure out that boys do not want to be separated form their Momma's!!!!!!!! Ryan was an erratic sleeper as well-- fought sleep until about age two. Luckily for me he sleeps through the night now and still takes a hefty afternoon nap!  I figure these babies grow up so fast what is a few months sleeping in a chair in the overall scheme of things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SVwNQOQH_iI/AAAAAAAAARQ/I2FQb2k28PA/s1600-h/PC240844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SVwNQOQH_iI/AAAAAAAAARQ/I2FQb2k28PA/s400/PC240844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286114634980916770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/Barefoot1copy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026271695273101605-8439027676434147082?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8439027676434147082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/12/silent-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/8439027676434147082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/8439027676434147082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/12/silent-night.html' title='Silent Night'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SVwNQOQH_iI/AAAAAAAAARQ/I2FQb2k28PA/s72-c/PC240844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-4530026072509677860</id><published>2008-11-23T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:57:09.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy</title><content type='html'>Baby Evan always has a smile for me. He was playing on a blanket the other night chewing on this snowman while I created Christmas gifts. He started to fuss so I went over to check on him. He just started squealing and laughing and had this huge smile on his face. Ryan was such a serious baby...he smiled but not very often. Ry was more content to observe. Case in point--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;Classic Evan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SSkXzlXqaUI/AAAAAAAAARA/hDfG2BPdPDk/s1600-h/094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SSkXzlXqaUI/AAAAAAAAARA/hDfG2BPdPDk/s400/094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Classic Ryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/%20%20%20_u2wHJFwbVFY/SSkYYA2LduI/AAAAAAAAARI/B7MuAuQrBY8/s1600-h/10+months+%2854%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SSkYYA2LduI/AAAAAAAAARI/B7MuAuQrBY8/s400/10+months+%2854%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271771639637047010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026271695273101605-4530026072509677860?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4530026072509677860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-happy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/4530026072509677860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/4530026072509677860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-happy.html' title='Happy Happy'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SSkXzlXqaUI/AAAAAAAAARA/hDfG2BPdPDk/s72-c/094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-3803305260998137331</id><published>2008-11-04T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:54:37.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I live in a "green" state that votes blue</title><content type='html'>I vote &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but I'm not a "RED".  How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO VOTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I provided a handy guide below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SRCPkr3AxaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/WadMsTeTUoY/s1600-h/Palin+Power.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SRCPkr3AxaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/WadMsTeTUoY/s400/Palin+Power.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264865824807634338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still confused? If you hate this Country and are a  Communist vote &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love this Country and want to keep most of your hard earned money vote.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;McCain/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/Barefoot1copy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026271695273101605-3803305260998137331?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3803305260998137331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-live-in-green-state-that-votes-blue.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/3803305260998137331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/3803305260998137331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-live-in-green-state-that-votes-blue.html' title='I live in a &quot;green&quot; state that votes blue'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SRCPkr3AxaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/WadMsTeTUoY/s72-c/Palin+Power.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-8482891937901016476</id><published>2008-10-31T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T00:56:08.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Popeye the Sailor boy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SQwAjT1XdfI/AAAAAAAAANs/WASFwvC5N9I/s1600-h/halloween+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263582671108797938" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SQwAjT1XdfI/AAAAAAAAANs/WASFwvC5N9I/s400/halloween+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SQwAXDFCQeI/AAAAAAAAANk/qsmKV2MGyaA/s1600-h/halloween+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263582460452684258" style="WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SQwAXDFCQeI/AAAAAAAAANk/qsmKV2MGyaA/s400/halloween+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again my frugality has bitten me in the butt! We have been in and out of town for the last 10 months.... lots of car trips interviewing for jobs, medical clerkship's etc. Not to mention plane trips galore. Never fun for a very active two--now three year old. So I picked up a few new DVD's as fodder for my bribery arsenal. Life savers for those restless moments stuck on a plane, carseat, departure lounge. Anyway, I LOATH buying $20 some odd dollar Disney movies or the like--so expensive. I was enticed by a bin of .99 cent DVD's at K-mart--perfect. I found classics like Woody Woodpecker, Casper, &amp;amp; Popeye. Well Ryan enjoyed all of the "new shows" but LOVED Popeye! Ran around all summer singing the theme song and begging for spinach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny enough he really likes spinach--must have been all of those spinach salads in the womb I'm such a paranoid pregnant lady. Probably because I read most of Brandon's embryology text books the first year of Medical school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ryan figured out how fun Halloween can be this year and wanted a Popeye costume....great, that's not something you can just by off the rack kid! So I headed to Goodwill to hunt up some Sailor clothes in a toddler size... Apparently there are not a lot of retired sailors that wore a 5T. I had to alter some existing articles of clothing to convince my 3 year old who has such an eye for detail that this was indeed a "real" sailor suit! Phew--all while unpacking from a year of being on the go and out of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention having a baby nursing the baby and making my "Gabrielle Solice" costume....after she had two babies. (so really I didn't have to do much) How is it possible to LOVE being 5 months pregnant and hate being 5 months post postpartum? My MO thus far is to gain like 50 lbs in pregnancy which takes a year to "snap" back into shape uggg! I tried with Ryan and now with Evan to diet right away and work out like a 10 times a day to no avail. When I'm nursing exclusively that's all my body can handle. Luckily this Chubba Bubba gets to start rice cereal soon! So ready for a reprieve. Okay, I have a digression problem it's the Mommy brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want the Popeye look? Take a really bad 80's white shrug jacket and sew up the front and remove GIANT 11 inch plastic buttons--- size to a 5T. Add black head scarf around neck for sailor tie. Bleach out cream colored bucket hat and stitch up flaps. Alter white summer shorts from preteen clearance rack to accommodate a toddler. Finish up with black dress shoes from Wal-Mart that will double as Church shoes and you have convinced a 3 year old that this is a sailor suit. Ryan helped me make the spinach can from a small paint can, we added a label we created on the computer. The spinach was green felt with pipe cleaners we had around the house. What fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026271695273101605-8482891937901016476?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8482891937901016476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/popeye-sailor-boy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/8482891937901016476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/8482891937901016476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/popeye-sailor-boy.html' title='Popeye the Sailor boy....'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SQwAjT1XdfI/AAAAAAAAANs/WASFwvC5N9I/s72-c/halloween+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-7549124076010792732</id><published>2008-10-30T15:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:02:43.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The spoils of "Booing"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SQo8fj6qpeI/AAAAAAAAANQ/15pA1FJcbC4/s1600-h/Is+there+something+on+my+face.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263085627450762722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SQo8fj6qpeI/AAAAAAAAANQ/15pA1FJcbC4/s400/Is+there+something+on+my+face.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I must confess...I'm a bad boo-er (is that a word?) I guess it is if you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, we were sitting down Sunday night as a family to video message Nana &amp;amp; Papa to discuss their upcoming trip this weekend. We heard the doorbell and begrudging went to go see who had the "nerve" to bother our limited family time on a Sunday night. We were surprised with a cute little Halloween bucket filled with treats for Ryan and the obligatory paper ghost with extensive instructions on our duty to reciprocate. Ryan immediately wanted to color the ghost so I obliged him. I figured I could get online when I put him down for bed and print off a new one to pass on. He freaked when I went to tape his masterpiece to the door. No problem, I will put it up when he goes to bed so that all will know that I have already enjoyed the goodness of booing... Unfortunately, Evan demanded to be nursed after we got Ryan settled for the night so the ghost went to the wayside. I went to hang it up the next morning after retuning home from the baby's doctor appointment to find yet another cute bag filled with treats for our family! No fair-- they dropped it off in broad day light! So now, I feel like a boo hoarder... Great stuff though, I'm enjoying the pumpkin spice candle immensely. So, I have my treats ready I just need Brandon to get home from the hospital at a decent hour tonight to deliver them for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026271695273101605-7549124076010792732?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7549124076010792732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/spoils-of-booing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/7549124076010792732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/7549124076010792732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/spoils-of-booing.html' title='The spoils of &quot;Booing&quot;'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SQo8fj6qpeI/AAAAAAAAANQ/15pA1FJcbC4/s72-c/Is+there+something+on+my+face.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-1523613282516611275</id><published>2008-10-29T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:35:30.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers these days are really lucky!</title><content type='html'>I hear that all the time and it's really true. We have a lot little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inventions&lt;/span&gt; that make a big difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran across this top 10 list the other day: list ten things that you swear by as a mother that your Grandmother and Mother probably did not have/use/had not been invented yet. In no particular order.  These are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; the only baby items I will hold on to-- in case I'm ever crazy enough to do this all over again......................!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boppy&lt;/span&gt; (so simple, yet such a great invention.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hooter Hider (the blanket over the shoulder NEVER worked for me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Baby Einstein Entertainer (such a lifesaver when it's time to cook dinner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Playtex Nurser with drop in liners (the only bottle that my boys will take and still nurse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Bjorn (love how sturdy and easy to use this carrier is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Stroller with one hand fold that is light enough to put in the back of your vehicle with one hand and can still accommodate an infant &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carseat&lt;/span&gt;. (They even figured out how to make one that's NOT mint green with Winnie the Pooh splashed all over it....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Infant &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carseat&lt;/span&gt; with stay in car base (Loving the ones that can accommodate babies up to 30lbs-- used Ryan's until he was 18 months.) So awesome for grocery shopping during naps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Really good really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;absorbent&lt;/span&gt; non bulky &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dispoable&lt;/span&gt; Pampers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Toddler &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carseats&lt;/span&gt; that have true recline even when installed (my kids have learned to take long car naps.....RECLINE is essential!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. CUTE MATERNITY CLOTHES especially jeans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026271695273101605-1523613282516611275?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1523613282516611275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/mothering-in-this-millenium.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/1523613282516611275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/1523613282516611275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/mothering-in-this-millenium.html' title='Mothers these days are really lucky!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-5480895153876302084</id><published>2008-10-23T14:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T14:40:29.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat?</title><content type='html'>Another funny comic from my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SQDuKtlHgxI/AAAAAAAAAMc/EuK60ZXf1R4/s1600-h/Trick+or+Treat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260466232570118930" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SQDuKtlHgxI/AAAAAAAAAMc/EuK60ZXf1R4/s400/Trick+or+Treat.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026271695273101605-5480895153876302084?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5480895153876302084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/trick-or-treat.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/5480895153876302084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/5480895153876302084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat?'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SQDuKtlHgxI/AAAAAAAAAMc/EuK60ZXf1R4/s72-c/Trick+or+Treat.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-5481057465551971459</id><published>2008-10-08T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T08:35:53.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged...Twice</title><content type='html'>1.Where is your cell phone? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;....?&lt;br /&gt;2. Where is your significant other? Hospital&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair? Curly&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? Witty&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? Informed&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing? Sleep&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? none&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream/goal? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Exaltation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The room you are in? Dinning&lt;br /&gt;10. Hobby? Gardening&lt;br /&gt;11. Fear? Pedophiles&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Moved&lt;br /&gt;13. What your NOT? Sad&lt;br /&gt;14. Muffins? Lemon&lt;br /&gt;15. Wish list item? SLR&lt;br /&gt;16. Where you grew up? San Jose&lt;br /&gt;17. The last thing you did? Nurse&lt;br /&gt;18. What you're wearing? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jammie's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Your favorite gadget? Swing&lt;br /&gt;20. Your pets? Children&lt;br /&gt;21. Your computer? Notebook&lt;br /&gt;22. Your mood? Content&lt;br /&gt;23. Missing someone? No&lt;br /&gt;24. Your car? SUV&lt;br /&gt;25. Something you're not wearing? Shoes&lt;br /&gt;26. Your favorite store? Ross&lt;br /&gt;27. Love someone? Brandon&lt;br /&gt;28. Your favorite color? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Periwinkle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite drink? Water&lt;br /&gt;30. The last time you laughed? Today&lt;br /&gt;31. The last time you cried? Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow--That was hard I don't do one word answers very well! I need to be descriptive. Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;let the tagging begin. Carrie Anne, Gina Lee, (That's right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tif&lt;/span&gt; Buddy has found a wife!), Holly, and Becky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026271695273101605-5481057465551971459?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5481057465551971459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagedtwice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/5481057465551971459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/5481057465551971459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagedtwice.html' title='Tagged...Twice'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-1897504047951180730</id><published>2008-10-08T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T08:51:59.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Tag!</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged and need to let you know 6 random crazy things about myself that you may not already know. Actually, 5 truths and 1 white lie. Can you guess which one is the falsehood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have been pulled over at LEAST 10 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;metabolic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disease&lt;/span&gt; named after some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I modeled in my twenties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Never owned a Barbie as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have hiked Mt. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McLoughlin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Okay then...I tag Tif, Sara (Susov--not Palin...she blocked me), Marissa, and Cassie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026271695273101605-1897504047951180730?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1897504047951180730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-first-tag.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/1897504047951180730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/1897504047951180730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-first-tag.html' title='My First Tag!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-549095239682814900</id><published>2008-10-07T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:25:05.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Evan's Blessing</title><content type='html'>By the way...we did bless EC. September the 7th to be exact. We FINALLY had a weekend that worked with job/family and we were in town! He was a week shy of 4 months and was busting out of his blessing outfit. I was afraid they might drop him if we waited any longer, he's a BIG boy! Great day. Beautiful blessing. Our pictures did not come out....heads chopped off, goofy faces etc. but you will get the gist. I snapped the pictures of Ryan and Brad holding Baby Evan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SOx06D3uokI/AAAAAAAAALM/qqrFNKK0wyE/s1600-h/IMG_5007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254703406054810178" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SOx06D3uokI/AAAAAAAAALM/qqrFNKK0wyE/s400/IMG_5007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could not get Ryan to stand still for a family picture.&lt;br /&gt;(Shocker huh?) The allure of peeling bark off a tree was too&lt;br /&gt;much after 70 mintutes of fast &amp;amp; testimony meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SOx06PomehI/AAAAAAAAALU/hPdHEnm5jnI/s1600-h/IMG_5017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254703409212586514" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SOx06PomehI/AAAAAAAAALU/hPdHEnm5jnI/s400/IMG_5017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SOxu7Fx8QNI/AAAAAAAAALE/gCLFl3rOUMc/s1600-h/Evans+Blessing+September+7th+2008+%289%29-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254696826677510354" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SOxu7Fx8QNI/AAAAAAAAALE/gCLFl3rOUMc/s400/Evans+Blessing+September+7th+2008+%289%29-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These photos have NOT been altered--the bags under&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are real! My boys keep me running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SOxp7H_wuqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/NAAV7LOOtJg/s1600-h/Evans+Blessing+September+7th+2008+%2810%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254691329714207394" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SOxp7H_wuqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/NAAV7LOOtJg/s400/Evans+Blessing+September+7th+2008+%2810%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish he would sleep this good at night!&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry, Babe this one had most of your head...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SOxp7FXtPmI/AAAAAAAAAKs/1aBv8vbul-0/s1600-h/Evans+Blessing+September+7th+2008+%2812%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254691329009335906" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SOxp7FXtPmI/AAAAAAAAAKs/1aBv8vbul-0/s400/Evans+Blessing+September+7th+2008+%2812%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down at this point, Evan is SO heavy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SOxp7S_NoVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/femixVSaiq0/s1600-h/Evans+Blessing+September+7th+2008+%2817%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254691332664697170" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SOxp7S_NoVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/femixVSaiq0/s400/Evans+Blessing+September+7th+2008+%2817%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handsome strapping boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SOxp7XVTrbI/AAAAAAAAAK8/H1CKXsSrlOk/s1600-h/Evans+Blessing+September+7th+2008+%2815%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254691333831110066" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SOxp7XVTrbI/AAAAAAAAAK8/H1CKXsSrlOk/s400/Evans+Blessing+September+7th+2008+%2815%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could pinch those thighs ALL day long!&lt;br /&gt;He definitely got his Momma's legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SOvjFEXGroI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/AAVkHZd3qmA/s1600-h/Evans+Blessing+September+7th+2008+%2810%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026271695273101605-549095239682814900?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/549095239682814900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/by-way.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/549095239682814900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/549095239682814900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/by-way.html' title='Baby Evan&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SOx06D3uokI/AAAAAAAAALM/qqrFNKK0wyE/s72-c/IMG_5007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-6261135824089883633</id><published>2008-10-07T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:26:13.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you ever wish......</title><content type='html'>you could unstrap your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uh&lt;/span&gt;.. nursing boobs and leave them on the counter for a day or just a night? I really want to sleep on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stomach! Or run on the the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;elliptical&lt;/span&gt; with just &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; sports bra and not two!&lt;/span&gt; Don't get me wrong I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; being able to provide &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nutrients&lt;/span&gt; and comfort for my son...but this last week has been yet another growth spurt! Nursing around the clock to build up the supply. I really should not complain, nursing has been a &lt;em&gt;breeze&lt;/em&gt; the second time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;around. &lt;/span&gt;I even broke down and bought a "Hooter Hider" when this baby was born. (I wish I had not been so cheap with Ryan, this is one of the &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt; inventions ever!!!) I can nurse anywhere with that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; boy! We are always on the go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;airplane&lt;/span&gt;/airport, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;, mothers room with other ladies OLDER children (not toddlers)....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;seriously rude&lt;/span&gt;! Okay, just a rant I'm over it. Sleeping on my side makes me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grouchy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/Barefoot1copy.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-a&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="z-index: 50; left: 0px; width: 150px; position: absolute; top: 30px; height: 45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026271695273101605-6261135824089883633?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6261135824089883633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-you-ever-wish.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/6261135824089883633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/6261135824089883633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-you-ever-wish.html' title='Do you ever wish......'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-9167587488680229133</id><published>2008-10-02T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T15:01:18.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The art of frugality "</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252687140414197586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SOVLH9Cmj1I/AAAAAAAAAI4/LPaZcySB9jc/s400/IMG_5023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anybody who knows me, knows I love a deal. In fact Brad and I both LOVE a deal. We probably spend more time then we should figuring out ways to save money, rearranging money etc. All in the name of being good stewards with our resources. It's a game for us. Sometimes it's a competition--trying to trump the others deal. My brother &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dan&lt;/span&gt; says my house is done up in "Dollar Store Chic". It's not of coarse--maybe poor medical student revival. Anyway, this week as been a trying week for my thrifty side. I've been scorned and burned. The scorning happened at Fred Meyer.....I was there really close to lunch time which was pushing it for my boys. I proceeded to the "Family Friendly" checker with the extra wide aisles for your cart, stroller, toddler etc. I was first in line only had about 15-20 items and a fist full of coupons. The cashier rings me up and I hand her my wad of coupons. She's almost done when a older gentlemen gets in line behind me with his array of old man fare; white bread, boiled ham lunch meat (gross) instant coffee, brute cologne...you get the picture. So the Fred Meyer employee is dutifully scanning in my coupons and gets to the last one which never scans at ANY store. She proceeds to call for help and the old coot behind me lays into me "wasting his time" (I want to scream um you are 90 you have had plenty of time!) "screaming brats" etc.... I refuse to waste anymore of my finger pads on this codger-- suffice it to say he was as rude as they come. Finally I had it and turned around with my best we are in "Sacrament meeting stop screaming look" he of coarse averted my gaze. I REALLY wanted to unload on this guy like (I'm a sleep deprived, hormonal, nursing, full time Mother you had better BACK OFF I bite!) --but alas that would have been a horrible example for my boys. To my credit I had it together--really. I was loading the baby into the Bjorn while the cashier was fumbling with the elusive Playtex nurser bottle liner coupon. I then dug into the diaper bag for some fruit leather for the little king. So my "brats" would not disturb the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;geaser&lt;/span&gt; behind me any longer. That's what he gets for getting in the "Family Friendly checkout"! Now, for the burning...this one was entirely my fault! Which I'm still fuming about--I hate making mistakes on something really easy. We have this online checking account with an amazing percentage rate of 6.1%--you get this rate every month if you fulfill the criteria. These are not hard--it's the usual parameters: log into your account, use bill pay, automatic deposit, and finally make at least 10 debit/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;POS&lt;/span&gt; per month. No problem. Brandon set up the first three I take care of the debits. Now as a rule we run EVERYTHING on two different credit cards--taking advantage of the percentage back. We usually make about $100 every few months doing this. (no worries we pay our balance each month) This also allows our money to stay in our account juicing the 6.1% longer. (I love getting paid to shop) So when I use the debit card it's always for 10 small items. I ring up the bread--pay, ring up milk--pay etc. I always use self check out when I'm doing this cause I don't want to hassle some poor checker. The lady at the Fred Meyer self check out knows me and always plays with the boys while I get busy ringing and paying. So this last month she was not there and I was only able to get through 9 debits before my boys where done shopping. No problem, I will come back and do it later. Well.....we ended up leaving for our family vacation to Cancun and then right to this clerkship in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tillamook&lt;/span&gt;. I got out of my groove and spaced it! Sad. By the time I remembered the time frame had expired-- the dates to complete change each month. I guess to keep game players like myself from fullfilling. So we did not qualify this month....bummer, I had plans for that extra money!!!! Like towards a new camera-- mine is dying and I hate missing cute shots of my babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026271695273101605-9167587488680229133?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/9167587488680229133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/art-of-frugality.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/9167587488680229133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/9167587488680229133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/art-of-frugality.html' title='&quot;The art of frugality &quot;'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SOVLH9Cmj1I/AAAAAAAAAI4/LPaZcySB9jc/s72-c/IMG_5023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-148104021579383291</id><published>2008-09-30T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:22:03.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying the Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SOKfaquUlLI/AAAAAAAAAH0/4EBoTgMhUFk/s1600-h/EC+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SOKfaquUlLI/AAAAAAAAAH0/4EBoTgMhUFk/s400/EC+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say this a lot--but I love&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;not having to worry about school yet for my boys! We NEVER rush in the mornings unless we have a doctor's appointment or some other annoyance. Ryan and Evan laugh at each other all day starting first thing in the morning.....they are the only ones laughing. I'm not a morning person never have been. Grew to love it on my mission--but have since not acquired a taste for it. I'm really good late at night and in the wee hours of the morning. To the benefit of our boys I guess. When they need to nurse (EVAN--in case you thought I was still nursing Ryan...) or when they are sick, nightmares, etc. I'm johnny on the spot and I bring my "A" game. I do all of my best work late at night writ&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SOKiBS8XPMI/AAAAAAAAAH8/h9lqspLkSf0/s1600-h/EC+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e a talk, pack for a trip, clean my kitchen, organize a closet or drawer. I'm really enjoy the "baby stage". That's the biggest reason why there are 3 years between my boys. I did not want to miss any of Ryan's baby days. With a three year gap Ryan is old enough to enjoy Evan's right there with me. Small children are challenging but I rely on my mantra of the big 3-- when they are crabby, disobedient (Ryan) or just plain destructive (Ryan). I fix one of the 3's or all depending on the situation. FEED them! Get them BUSY doing something or get them down for NAPS! It's ALWAYS one of these 3. Little children act out when they are BORED, TIRED, or HUNGRY. Anyway, I'm thankful for the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;easy&lt;/span&gt; years of child rearing--shaking in my boots for the driving/seminary years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SOKigmSj46I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Y8JDB5JZyk8/s1600-h/EC+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251938796385330082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SOKigmSj46I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Y8JDB5JZyk8/s400/EC+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026271695273101605-148104021579383291?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/148104021579383291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/enjoying-boys.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/148104021579383291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/148104021579383291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/enjoying-boys.html' title='Enjoying the Boys'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SOKfaquUlLI/AAAAAAAAAH0/4EBoTgMhUFk/s72-c/EC+035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-8846434307047424945</id><published>2008-09-29T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T08:17:25.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn at the Oregon Coast?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SOFj8CgbmzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Gn3LRjEzG-I/s1600-h/EC+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SOFj8CgbmzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Gn3LRjEzG-I/s400/EC+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy right? No really, it was just as nice as Summer.... only better! The weather was gorgeous and WARM 80 plus degrees. When I found out we were going on yet another out of town medical clerkship I was rolling my eyes big time! (I know I'm usually so good natured...) Anyway, I packed us up for a month at the coast in the Fall time ie. lots of wind breakers and fleece. I did not even bother to pack sand toys because I did not think we would get much use out of them. WRONG! Luckily they Have a Fred Meyer in Tillamook so we improvised with a Halloween bucket and a garden trowel (which BTW is much better then any sand shovel very sturdy!)&lt;br /&gt;At the last minute I threw in a few summer clothing items just in case. Good thing! We have had great weather! Did I mention our apartment is a block form the beach? So, we (the boys and I... Brad may be working--but we are on vacation!!!) loaded up this morning and strolled to Oceanside Beach... again. Brad's rotation is in Tillamook but we got really hooked up with a full blown vacation rental right here in Oceanside about 15 minutes from Tillamook. On another note they are looking to recruit a new Doc to the area--where do we sign? There is something very therapeutic about smelling the ocean breeze as you drift off to sleep at night and having it engulf you on a morning walk. We need a job in a few months....maybe Tillamook is the place? Yes, this is the home of the world renowned Tillamook cheese factory. These people make the best cheese and ice cream--actually all of their diary products are superior. Great, now I NEED some Tillamook vanilla bean ice cream! Good thing I'm still nursing.... being this close to the source is dangerous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SOFlZ45ILLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/KOZI3npcUB8/s1600-h/EC+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251590135933840562" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SOFlZ45ILLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/KOZI3npcUB8/s400/EC+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan at the beach being his usual cheerful self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SOFlZ23JUVI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Bb_AqyUWb4M/s1600-h/EC+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251590135388655954" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SOFlZ23JUVI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Bb_AqyUWb4M/s400/EC+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;leaving&lt;/span&gt; the beach--he LOVED watching those seagulls.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, baby boy it was time for Ryan's 4 HOUR afternoon&lt;br /&gt;nap...yes, my three year old still naps! Don't be too jealous he&lt;br /&gt;was awake from birth until two nursing and bossing me around.&lt;br /&gt;He now sleeps through the night and I get a reprieve in the&lt;br /&gt;afternoon to nap, play with baby Evan, or get "caught up"&lt;br /&gt;on housework...like that's ever going to happen! We are&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS GONE somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7026271695273101605-8846434307047424945?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8846434307047424945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/autumn-at-oregon-coast.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/8846434307047424945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/8846434307047424945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/autumn-at-oregon-coast.html' title='Autumn at the Oregon Coast?'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SOFj8CgbmzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Gn3LRjEzG-I/s72-c/EC+041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-2814395677289745293</id><published>2008-09-23T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:25:41.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ry Guy lives another day.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SNm01Vf2_9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/CDBeOetT29o/s1600-h/Chubba+Bubba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SNm01Vf2_9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/CDBeOetT29o/s400/Chubba+Bubba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the picture I look at every time I have a particularly&lt;br /&gt;"difficult" day with my Ry Ry. He was 7 months old in this&lt;br /&gt;picture and &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; of my frustration leaves when I see those&lt;br /&gt;fat baby arms with &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; wrists and those thick chubby&lt;br /&gt;thighs wearing size &lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; Pampers already. He never learned&lt;br /&gt;to crawl-- this was him dragging his belly and legs along like&lt;br /&gt;a snake. Ryan is one of those kids that is never content&lt;br /&gt;to sit on the rug and "play". He is going &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;24/7&lt;/span&gt; and wants the&lt;br /&gt;rest of us right there with him. He &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;LOVES&lt;/span&gt; an audience.&lt;br /&gt;Does not like interacting with children his age. So I'm his&lt;br /&gt;favorite person, favorite play mate.... etc. Don't get me&lt;br /&gt;wrong I love that we have this close connection--and I'm his&lt;br /&gt;favorite. I just get the guilties when my house, husband,&lt;br /&gt;and Baby Evan get neglected because "The King has ruled"&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because he was the first born. Maybe it's because&lt;br /&gt;Brad and I are both big time bosses. Maybe it's because his&lt;br /&gt;name means "Little King". Who knows? Some days it's just&lt;br /&gt;easier to do things his way.......I'll try that tomorrow. I love&lt;br /&gt;you Chubba Bubba! I still call him that sometimes,even though&lt;br /&gt;he's anything but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7026271695273101605-2814395677289745293?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2814395677289745293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/ry-guy-lives-another-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/2814395677289745293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/2814395677289745293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/ry-guy-lives-another-day.html' title='Ry Guy lives another day.....'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SNm01Vf2_9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/CDBeOetT29o/s72-c/Chubba+Bubba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-5160224328611801353</id><published>2008-09-17T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:18:42.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tony Soprano?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SNHuDX-QZ1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/3vqVNVCDjWo/s1600-h/Canncun+252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SNHuDX-QZ1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/3vqVNVCDjWo/s400/Canncun+252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on a recent trip....and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;proprietor&lt;/span&gt; of the villa&lt;br /&gt;we were staying at said our 3 month old baby looked like&lt;br /&gt;Tony &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Soprano&lt;/span&gt;!  Is this true???  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;realize&lt;/span&gt; I may be biased&lt;br /&gt;as his mother,  but I think he's adorable! You know in the&lt;br /&gt;Gerber Baby sort of way-- sweet and chubby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026271695273101605-5160224328611801353?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5160224328611801353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/tony-soprano.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/5160224328611801353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/5160224328611801353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/tony-soprano.html' title='Tony Soprano?'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SNHuDX-QZ1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/3vqVNVCDjWo/s72-c/Canncun+252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-4233430562903227285</id><published>2008-09-02T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:06:16.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's got my Vote!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SL2ukKzGMvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qixTFEpuhu0/s1600-h/Palin+Caribou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241537477726319346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SL2ukKzGMvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qixTFEpuhu0/s320/Palin+Caribou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; just had a baby. She bags her own caribou for dinner. She has four other children. Her hair and makeup are done. She is Governor of Alaska--and she is running for VP? WOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, I just had a baby. I usually head out to the garage to rummage through the deep freeze after lunch in hopes of finding some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ziploced&lt;/span&gt; meat from Costco to thaw in time for dinner. I only have one other child. I usually have my hair and makeup done for Church-- any other days are bonus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Sorry Babe, when Evan sleeps through the night I WILL be back to normal)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So here is my official hats off to Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt;. I was never a big fan of women in politics..... Hillary and Janet (Reno) OK enough said! So when Mitt hung up the gloves I was bummed. I didn't like McCain..... but thankfully he had enough sense to pick the right VP so it will be a pleasure to vote this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Check this blog &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://palinreport.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;http://palinreport.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; authored by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Denton&lt;/span&gt; Romans-- husband to one of my mission &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;companions&lt;/span&gt; Marissa aka Gina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7026271695273101605-4233430562903227285?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4233430562903227285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/shes-got-my-vote.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/4233430562903227285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/4233430562903227285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/shes-got-my-vote.html' title='She&apos;s got my Vote!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SL2ukKzGMvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qixTFEpuhu0/s72-c/Palin+Caribou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026271695273101605.post-7083673250454370995</id><published>2008-09-01T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:40:04.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brandon &amp; Angela Mitchell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SLyWsGluEQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/4yVWY5FUKPA/s1600-h/Engagement+(222).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241229750779646210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SLyWsGluEQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/4yVWY5FUKPA/s320/Engagement+(222).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SLyRdnqnzEI/AAAAAAAAAD4/s_IlgNwOhYo/s1600-h/Engagement+(41).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SLxw66Q2-XI/AAAAAAAAADg/TRUPg59paYc/s1600-h/img001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;e are joining the blogging world....well it's mostly for us.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy getting caught up on our last 10 years.  Once we&lt;br /&gt;have accomplished that, we will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;regale&lt;/span&gt; you with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anecdotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;prodigy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;children&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;inundate&lt;/span&gt; you with photos&lt;br /&gt;of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; babies.  Did you expect anything less?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/7026271695273101605-7083673250454370995?l=angemitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7083673250454370995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_01.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/7083673250454370995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026271695273101605/posts/default/7083673250454370995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angemitch.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_01.html' title='Brandon &amp; Angela Mitchell'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08975586312057994897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SXiry5bsAcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ajCyj2EX3Bc/S220/PC240844.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2wHJFwbVFY/SLyWsGluEQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/4yVWY5FUKPA/s72-c/Engagement+(222).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
