<?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-5944924866174372858</id><updated>2012-02-13T00:08:55.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>April Showers Bring May Flowers</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-4465700741062795522</id><published>2010-03-16T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T08:05:40.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/S6BQjB3---I/AAAAAAAAAls/4a8MEM7DHa8/s1600-h/February+2010+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/S6BQjB3---I/AAAAAAAAAls/4a8MEM7DHa8/s320/February+2010+153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449444111847193570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I know. Blogging has taken a backseat to many, many things.&lt;br /&gt;But, as an update--things are good here.&lt;br /&gt;The first five months of pregnancy were not so good for me. Many things got missed. I was just really really sick a lot. Taking care of Carse was all I could handle, and sometimes I did not feel like I was even doing that very well.&lt;br /&gt;I definitely have a 2yr old now. He talks and talks and throws fits and has a mind of his own. (where would he get that)&lt;br /&gt;We are having a girl--her name is Reese:0 I am just over six months now-- of course I look like I am eight!&lt;br /&gt;J and I celebrated our 5 yr anniversary this month! Best 5 years of my life and it just keeps getting better.&lt;br /&gt;Some of my fav Carson phrases:&lt;br /&gt;"I am big Mama"--then he smiles "You are bigger too mama"-- thx I needed that.&lt;br /&gt;"I broke my brakes"--repeated over and over and over and he races around pretending to be a train&lt;br /&gt;"I wuv you too"&lt;br /&gt;And... he loves to look at Justin or I and ask "Are you happy momma?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-4465700741062795522?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4465700741062795522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=4465700741062795522' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/4465700741062795522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/4465700741062795522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/S6BQjB3---I/AAAAAAAAAls/4a8MEM7DHa8/s72-c/February+2010+153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-7575259046920894739</id><published>2009-11-13T18:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T18:57:33.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our journey to grow our family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Sv4aI3VzHNI/AAAAAAAAAlk/x8QHVs4SPdY/s1600-h/blastocyst2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Sv4aI3VzHNI/AAAAAAAAAlk/x8QHVs4SPdY/s320/blastocyst2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403785342487829714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may look like a blob to most of you...but this is science at its finest! Despite a huge roller coaster and tons of close calls--we have been blessed with being 2 for 2 with invitro success. Truly truly amazing!&lt;br /&gt;I am now almost ten weeks along--a couple more weeks of high risk and shots and I am due June 20th!&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have been there holding my hand, listening to my tears and praying alongside us-- THANK YOU! &lt;br /&gt;We started this process with nine embryos. The doctor told us most assuredly that with nine frozen odds were in our favor. We thought it might take us a few times but all would be well. The morning of the "transfer" we received a call. Out of nine, 5 did not grow at all. Out of the remaining 4 --3 started to grow and then stopped. There was ONE that was in poor condition and they were wanting to push it as far as they could to grow it one more day and hope it reached fair condition so we could try to transfer. We were advised to be realistic. I as crushed.&lt;br /&gt;The next day we were surprised to hear that TWO had actually started to hatch themselves (weird I know) and we decided to transfer both. &lt;br /&gt;Well, despite a few more scares... I am here to tell you that we have truly been blessed and I can't wait to meet our new little guy or girl!&lt;br /&gt;(I do have to remind myself almost hourly how bad I wanted this so I can tolerate my extreme nausea!) But, having Carson reminds me that it is ALL WORTH IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-7575259046920894739?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/7575259046920894739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=7575259046920894739' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/7575259046920894739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/7575259046920894739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-journey-to-grow-our-family.html' title='Our journey to grow our family'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Sv4aI3VzHNI/AAAAAAAAAlk/x8QHVs4SPdY/s72-c/blastocyst2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-5685658508851181268</id><published>2009-09-26T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T00:07:38.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evidence</title><content type='html'>By now all readers of my blog probably know a bit about Carson's obsession with cars. He spends a lot of time sitting in any car and driving.&lt;br /&gt;The other day I unloaded the groceries while he sat in the car. He was so happy, I proceeded to put them away as well. As I looked out the door, his head disappeared. Only to reemerge a few seconds later to reveal this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Sr8OPN3AseI/AAAAAAAAAlM/oNfY8hzPtbc/s1600-h/kdk_1936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386039333939622370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Sr8OPN3AseI/AAAAAAAAAlM/oNfY8hzPtbc/s320/kdk_1936.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid we may have another Diet Coke addict in the family to my non carbonation, absolutely no caffeine drinking husband's dismay. Although this may look bad, I assure you. I don't leave but a drop in the cans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Sr8N08BN2zI/AAAAAAAAAlE/E-Rl5CJpZ-s/s1600-h/kdk_1937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386038882473990962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Sr8N08BN2zI/AAAAAAAAAlE/E-Rl5CJpZ-s/s320/kdk_1937.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A similar occurrence happened in the garbage can last week. Oh my! Kinda gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-5685658508851181268?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/5685658508851181268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=5685658508851181268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/5685658508851181268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/5685658508851181268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/09/evidence.html' title='Evidence'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Sr8OPN3AseI/AAAAAAAAAlM/oNfY8hzPtbc/s72-c/kdk_1936.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-6372918489648155907</id><published>2009-09-24T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T07:35:16.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I love you, Shawn! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-6372918489648155907?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/6372918489648155907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=6372918489648155907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/6372918489648155907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/6372918489648155907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-you-shawn.html' title=''/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-2430949680278898771</id><published>2009-09-21T13:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:47:27.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you Stinky Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SrfmFiWd-rI/AAAAAAAAAk8/vPR6wxMtwuI/s1600-h/stinkyface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384024862339496626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SrfmFiWd-rI/AAAAAAAAAk8/vPR6wxMtwuI/s320/stinkyface.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carson and I go this at the library last week. I highly recommend this story. Maybe I am a bit emotional, but I can't get through reading this out loud without getting choked up.&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking it is worth buying!&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/5944924866174372858-2430949680278898771?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/2430949680278898771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=2430949680278898771' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/2430949680278898771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/2430949680278898771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-you-stinky-face.html' title='I love you Stinky Face'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SrfmFiWd-rI/AAAAAAAAAk8/vPR6wxMtwuI/s72-c/stinkyface.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-1994311386196686416</id><published>2009-09-10T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T07:15:13.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots Of Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SqkGAvPcnmI/AAAAAAAAAkc/KRiGE7JUCrE/s1600-h/kdk_1742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SqkGAvPcnmI/AAAAAAAAAkc/KRiGE7JUCrE/s320/kdk_1742.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379837839621791330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First off, having a toddler in the house is more fun than anything I have ever experienced. I can't imagine not having one EVER!  This pic is because Carson became obsessed with some little red foam pad that was in Daddy's computer box. It even became a pillow on the front porch, he washed the floor with it, and put Kitty on it as well.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you may not have met Kitty yet. He is a member of the family now. Don't worry, our allergies prevent a real kitty. But my mom brought this on her trip for Carse and he eats, sleeps and plays with him. It is a good thing he washes well, he took a chocolate milk bath yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SqkG2cWYiTI/AAAAAAAAAkk/IkgkpT8Azcs/s1600-h/kdk_1725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SqkG2cWYiTI/AAAAAAAAAkk/IkgkpT8Azcs/s320/kdk_1725.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379838762263546162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had many adventures in the last couple of weeks. We went to the Bennion Ranch and then the May cabin. Carson loves it and travels so well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SqkHzlByXCI/AAAAAAAAAks/cwhcoryjPCU/s1600-h/kdk_1731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SqkHzlByXCI/AAAAAAAAAks/cwhcoryjPCU/s320/kdk_1731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379839812565097506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carson also has an excellent internal clock. This is him at 5:40 everyday. He knows Daddy will be home anytime. Sometimes Daddy does not get home until 6:00. It is the longest 20 minutes of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SqkIXlAJIzI/AAAAAAAAAk0/wQ2Bck8y4uM/s1600-h/kdk_1732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SqkIXlAJIzI/AAAAAAAAAk0/wQ2Bck8y4uM/s320/kdk_1732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379840431033492274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carson's driving obsession continues. It has extended to motorcycles and helicopters. But NOTHING Tops the "Big Red" that Grandma Bennion got for all of the grandkids. The entire time at the ranch and cabin he was wanting to drive. We ended up taking him on two drives that last around two hours and finally getting him to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;He is now obsessed with keys as well. Well, he realizes you need those to drive. So, he pretends to reach in his pocket and pull out a key and drive anything that resembles handlebars or a steering wheel.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I watched him put my car key in his pb&amp;amp;j sandwich and turn in over and over making a motor noise. We also spent a very long time looking for my car key which ended up being in the silverware drawer:)&lt;br /&gt;I have so many stores of my entertaining little guy! I wish I could record every moment and spend my retirement years watching them over and over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-1994311386196686416?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1994311386196686416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=1994311386196686416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/1994311386196686416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/1994311386196686416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/09/lots-of-updates.html' title='Lots Of Updates'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SqkGAvPcnmI/AAAAAAAAAkc/KRiGE7JUCrE/s72-c/kdk_1742.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-6908850361765709716</id><published>2009-08-19T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:53:27.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Air Balloon Festival</title><content type='html'>This post would be a perfect opportunity to put up a really gorgeous picture of a hot air balloon, but that is not to be. Let me tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;About 7 years ago I went to the Eden Hot Air Balloon Festival. I loved it! So, for the past 7 years I have tried to go and it usually corresponds with hunting season and does not work out.&lt;br /&gt;Well, this year my mom was in town so J went hunting and I excitedly planned going to the Festival. It was Friday and Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;We passed up Friday for various reasons and woke up at 5am on Sat morning to make the 1 1/2 drive to Eden. Woke poor Carse up and packed in the car for the day.&lt;br /&gt;The lightning and driving rain would have turned most people around. But not us. I figured it would clear up. I was determined and if anyone has seen me in that mode... you would understand.&lt;br /&gt;Got lost a few times. Ended up in Eden around 7:30am. No balloons. Talked to a sweet kid who told us to come back at 6:30pm as one balloonist was going to launch NO MATTER WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;Drove all the way home. Carson was loving the ride. Went home took naps and drove BACK UP. It was sunny and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at 6pm. Waited, waited, waited. No balloons. At 7:30pm I went and spoke to a pilot who said it was not going to happen. But, they would try for a balloon glow at 9pm. The music was horrible and the vendors were all at a different location(weird planning). &lt;br /&gt;So, we made the drive back. Stopped for a concillatory peach frozen yogurt and tried to make it back before dark.&lt;br /&gt;No balloons. It was so beautiful up there I am trying to convince my husband to sell our house, buy a lot and camp year round until we can afford to build up there.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will try again in the next 7 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-6908850361765709716?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/6908850361765709716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=6908850361765709716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/6908850361765709716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/6908850361765709716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/08/hot-air-balloon-festival.html' title='Hot Air Balloon Festival'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-1622715263524856978</id><published>2009-08-14T08:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:45:17.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Direct Order from my Etsy Shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://trendybendy.etsy.com"&gt;www.trendybendy.etsy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-1622715263524856978?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1622715263524856978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=1622715263524856978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/1622715263524856978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/1622715263524856978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/08/direct-order-from-my-etsy-shop.html' title='Direct Order from my Etsy Shop'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-5430823968453066405</id><published>2009-08-09T11:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T06:34:28.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trendybendy</title><content type='html'>What I have been up to?? Well, a lot of sleepless nights and quick dinners as I start my small business... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The website and etsy are in the works, but in the meantime I have a few designs on &lt;a href="http://www.trendybendydesign.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.trendybendydesign.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will also be hosting an open house in the near future--(tentatively, August 17th)I am offering interchangeable watch bands, watches, and bracelets at a reasonable cost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so much fun-- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also just got picked up by Seasons Boutique on 10600 South and State --across from Southtowne Mall. They are selling my designs there--so make sure and stop by and check them out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me know if you would like to host a party --people can pick their own watches or make them as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so excited about this new venture--all profits made go to invitro round #2--so we can try and get Carson a sibling (he is getting much too spoiled all by himself)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for your support! Tell your friends (website should be up and running by Friday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-5430823968453066405?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/5430823968453066405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=5430823968453066405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/5430823968453066405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/5430823968453066405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/08/trendybendy.html' title='trendybendy'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-1053150623305817181</id><published>2009-08-06T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:04:29.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Washington Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SnvCWHK23uI/AAAAAAAAAj8/YvP9Es21kpk/s1600-h/kdk_1242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367097066079575778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SnvCWHK23uI/AAAAAAAAAj8/YvP9Es21kpk/s320/kdk_1242.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was take #543...amazing huh? The other pics are funnier, with parents arms in, Carson crying because he didn't want to share the wagon, I think there may have been a bit of pinching, kissing, and grabbing.&lt;br /&gt;From left to right- Shawn Jr 4 yrs, Baron 9 mos, Xarik 14 mos, Carson 18 mos, and Brooke 4 mos. While they look like we dosed them with Benadryl for the pic, it was actually quite a busy time with all these babies.&lt;br /&gt;We all went camping and it was a blast! I was impressed with how well Carson did sleeping in a tent but I should remember he is his father's son and if he is outdoors he is happy.&lt;br /&gt;He tried so hard to keep up with his cousin and ended up with a forehead full of bruises, a scraped up chin, and no skin left on his knees. At one point he had such a huge bruise on his forehead we were calling him Cyclops. But he was not deterred and had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;Usually you go to Wash for milder weather, but temps reached all time records of 109 degrees with lots of humidity and not much air conditioning. Thank goodness for the hot tub turned "cold" tub or we would have all fainted.&lt;br /&gt;While it was hectic, it was so much fun having all the boys together. And Brookie of course. She will either be spoiled rotten or one tough cookie... we are waiting to find out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-1053150623305817181?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1053150623305817181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=1053150623305817181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/1053150623305817181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/1053150623305817181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/08/washington-trip.html' title='Washington Trip'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SnvCWHK23uI/AAAAAAAAAj8/YvP9Es21kpk/s72-c/kdk_1242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-3874863544587347183</id><published>2009-07-30T10:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:49:04.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Washington</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SnHc1apfu9I/AAAAAAAAAj0/Uy-zgpE91xo/s1600-h/shawnshouse.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364311441419516882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SnHc1apfu9I/AAAAAAAAAj0/Uy-zgpE91xo/s320/shawnshouse.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Washington has been great so far but it is HOT HOT HOT! Extreme temperatures and no air conditioning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More later--ready to go jump back in the sprinklers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-3874863544587347183?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/3874863544587347183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=3874863544587347183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/3874863544587347183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/3874863544587347183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/07/washington.html' title='Washington'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SnHc1apfu9I/AAAAAAAAAj0/Uy-zgpE91xo/s72-c/shawnshouse.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-8836460416118550389</id><published>2009-07-22T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T06:57:20.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SmcYlH9NNhI/AAAAAAAAAjk/n70yUSXKHMU/s1600-h/July+2009+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SmcYlH9NNhI/AAAAAAAAAjk/n70yUSXKHMU/s320/July+2009+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361280907477857810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids, not the birds.&lt;br /&gt;This summer we have been able to have Faith and Jonah over on Wednesdays. It has been so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;I find myself looking forward to Wednesdays more and more. Faith is almost 8 and Jonah almost 7 and they are a blast! Plus, they are so helpful with Carson... and he stays very entertained. We were even blessed with the company of Jake (12) last week since we went rafting and I guilt tripped him into coming.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....we do something different every week. The first few weeks it rained but amazingly the rained stopped during our outings.&lt;br /&gt;We went to:&lt;br /&gt;Wheeler Farm&lt;br /&gt;Gardner Village for Petting Zoo and horse rides&lt;br /&gt;Lake and rafting&lt;br /&gt;We also have craft time and journal time during Carson's nap. The kids each have a journal where they draw pics to record all the things they did. Faith likes to include EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;The pic below is of her going "Podey".... yes, those are her underwear around her ankles. So funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SmcamDU3XwI/AAAAAAAAAjs/eXI3YQE2c4A/s1600-h/faithpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SmcamDU3XwI/AAAAAAAAAjs/eXI3YQE2c4A/s320/faithpic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361283122438037250" 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/5944924866174372858-8836460416118550389?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/8836460416118550389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=8836460416118550389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/8836460416118550389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/8836460416118550389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/07/finches.html' title='Finches'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SmcYlH9NNhI/AAAAAAAAAjk/n70yUSXKHMU/s72-c/July+2009+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-847525173716150438</id><published>2009-07-14T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T13:43:43.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank Heavens for Broken Dishwashers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Slzt63GE2pI/AAAAAAAAAjc/TtUMKRV39aE/s1600-h/kdk_1177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358419252141677202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Slzt63GE2pI/AAAAAAAAAjc/TtUMKRV39aE/s320/kdk_1177.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I most always try to find the silver linings in things. But the fact that our dishwasher broke about two months ago and it is not on our immediate priority list to get a new one--I was not so happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize this is not the worst thing to have happen. After all, the first place we lived after we were married we did not have a dishwasher. Of course, we worked all day and really only needed to wash dinner dishes and had the time to do it together. Now, I feel like it is an endless battle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, today changed that. This last week I have been letting Carse pull up a chair and "help". I am not sure if the clean dishes are worth the pile of water on the floor and on him but how he loves it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I had a big pile and I was going to wash them during naptime. Carson had other plans. With all of his strength he began pulling the chair to the sink. So, we started washing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He actually was a big help today. He was very serious about getting all the bubbles off and laying them on the towel. I would then proceed to turn the dish upside down on the towel. Well, it only took him a moment to realize what I was doing and he began putting them upside down and then beaming at me with the biggest look of pride on his face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank heavens for broken dishwashers or I may have missed teaching my kid how to help mommy with dishes and that look of pride that will make me smile all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-847525173716150438?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/847525173716150438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=847525173716150438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/847525173716150438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/847525173716150438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-heavens-for-broken-dishwashers.html' title='Thank Heavens for Broken Dishwashers'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Slzt63GE2pI/AAAAAAAAAjc/TtUMKRV39aE/s72-c/kdk_1177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-2776982496882182239</id><published>2009-07-13T13:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:54:46.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Catching Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SlueHLPuE_I/AAAAAAAAAjU/S-AVPW07h34/s1600-h/4thofjuly2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SlueHLPuE_I/AAAAAAAAAjU/S-AVPW07h34/s320/4thofjuly2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358050027802334194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spent the 4th with the buffaloes this year. Eatin' em, admiring 'em and taking pics with them on Grandpa Marks' farm.&lt;br /&gt;The whole May fam was in town for Marlo's funeral. It was nice to get all of the great grandkids together for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;I got to spend some time riding around on the Rhino with the kids. No, folks, do not worry Mark has not purchased a real rhino at any auctions as of late. However, it is a fun vehicle to ride around the farm on. I think I may have had more of a blast than the kids.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, J and I had been up all night the night before cause Carson was not feeling well...so we were in bed before the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;But this is Utah, so 4th of July #2 is only weeks away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-2776982496882182239?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/2776982496882182239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=2776982496882182239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/2776982496882182239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/2776982496882182239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/07/still-catching-up.html' title='Still Catching Up!'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SlueHLPuE_I/AAAAAAAAAjU/S-AVPW07h34/s72-c/4thofjuly2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-6501253221301581267</id><published>2009-07-10T06:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T07:01:22.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa May</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SldG5sreEUI/AAAAAAAAAjM/EvfjZzsI6c8/s1600-h/DSC06354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SldG5sreEUI/AAAAAAAAAjM/EvfjZzsI6c8/s320/DSC06354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356828238840467778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa May passed away on July 1st, 2009. After beating cancer over the last couple of years, I have to say this came as quite a shock.&lt;br /&gt;But I know he was ready. He missed his son Brian so much and he also knew we were all taken care of here.&lt;br /&gt;Even during his times of pain, when he worked really hard to be ornery--a kiss to his bald head would bring that smile you see above.&lt;br /&gt;Justin has so many memories and wonderful stories to tell about his grandpa. One of my favorites was one he told me while we were dating. Apparently shortly before Justin met me, his grandpa asked him why he wasn't married yet. Then Grandpa said, "Well, you better hurry up and get married or else you will turn into a grumpy old *$@!* like your (insert name here)!" Justin was so shocked to hear his grandpa curse that he never forget that. Thanks, Marlo, you may have helped push him towards my direction. He definitely never forgot that advice.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can adequately express how great this man was. I only knew him for the last five years and he completely won my heart over.&lt;br /&gt;I think for the most part you can evaluate a life by someone's "fruits" as they say. Well, spend some time with the May family and you will see the "fruits" of Marlo. Then, you may have a glimpse of what an incredible man he was during his time on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WILL MISS YOU SO MUCH, GRANDPA MARLO!&lt;br /&gt;(I guess it is time for Carson to grow some hair now--he doesn't need to stay bald to make Grandpa feel better anymore)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-6501253221301581267?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/6501253221301581267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=6501253221301581267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/6501253221301581267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/6501253221301581267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/07/grandpa-may.html' title='Grandpa May'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SldG5sreEUI/AAAAAAAAAjM/EvfjZzsI6c8/s72-c/DSC06354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-6721418927866949991</id><published>2009-07-08T06:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T06:58:01.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SlSisvWCc1I/AAAAAAAAAjE/Kcf3rGGi268/s1600-h/July+2009+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356084746357207890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SlSisvWCc1I/AAAAAAAAAjE/Kcf3rGGi268/s320/July+2009+113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am very behind on blogging, but I would be remiss if I did not take a minute to talk about Justin's second Father's Day. As you can see from the pic, he apparently was getting a lecture from his adoring son. Carson was so proud to give daddy his present and the picture he drew.&lt;br /&gt;When I met J, he seemed like he was good at just about everything. Hard working, he could build and fix just about anything; intelligent, computer genius; dedicated, loyal, so honest, selfless, kind.&lt;br /&gt;Because of these qualities I could not wait to call him my husband. Of course, he took that new responsibility seriously and in his usual way became the best husband anyone could ever ask for.&lt;br /&gt;But, it wasn't until Justin became a father that I saw him reach his true potential. When I was pregnant I remember my stepdad saying "Boy, that kid is going to be so lucky to have Justin as a dad."&lt;br /&gt;He is so patient with Carson. Their mutual awe of each other is something that I get to witness daily. Already they have such a bond and communicate with each other in a way I will probably never "get". Rare is the moment that those two are together and they are more than two feet apart. I think that each of them experience their greatest moments of joy together. Just being around each other they ooze pure happiness.&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite quotes is by David O. McKay "No amount of success can compensate for failure in the home."&lt;br /&gt;Justin lives that quote. He has many goals in life and will do a great many things. I just hope that everyday he can realize he has already achieved so much in his greatest role... being a dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-6721418927866949991?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/6721418927866949991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=6721418927866949991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/6721418927866949991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/6721418927866949991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/07/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SlSisvWCc1I/AAAAAAAAAjE/Kcf3rGGi268/s72-c/July+2009+113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-6958678981467717984</id><published>2009-06-09T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T07:28:35.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know I Have Said This Before....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Si5v4eoGrsI/AAAAAAAAAi8/vwhUH9-m2k8/s1600-h/kdk_0850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345332823819988674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Si5v4eoGrsI/AAAAAAAAAi8/vwhUH9-m2k8/s320/kdk_0850.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know I have said this before... but THIS is my favorite age. He is my little buddy these days. We hang out, he loves to cuddle still, and is very good at entertaining himself.&lt;br /&gt;He is quite confident that he is an excellent speaker. He may sound like the teacher on Charlie Brown, but he gets whatever he is asking for so he is sure he is using the right sounds.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite though is when J walks in the door. Carse will very loudly say "HI DAD!"--which actually comes out more like "I-DAT"--of course he opens his mouth wide like I do when saying hi to him.&lt;br /&gt;No sounds like momma though yet. He is a stubborn one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-6958678981467717984?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/6958678981467717984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=6958678981467717984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/6958678981467717984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/6958678981467717984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-i-have-said-this-before.html' title='I Know I Have Said This Before....'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Si5v4eoGrsI/AAAAAAAAAi8/vwhUH9-m2k8/s72-c/kdk_0850.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-8782175739027628988</id><published>2009-05-30T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T20:48:58.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day In The Life</title><content type='html'>Today we:&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;Planted flowers&lt;br /&gt;Built a fort&lt;br /&gt;Grilled Salmon&lt;br /&gt;Bought more dirt and planted more flowers&lt;br /&gt;Filled up Carson's pool- too cold to get in&lt;br /&gt;Had a small water fight when my husband started to get lippy&lt;br /&gt;Read books&lt;br /&gt;Tossed the ball&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned the kitchen again&lt;br /&gt;Mowed the lawn&lt;br /&gt;"pretended" to drive the car&lt;br /&gt;Turned on the bubble machine and played in bubbles&lt;br /&gt;Were invaded by the "tickle" monster&lt;br /&gt;Carson put away his clothes and then took them back out of the drawers multiple times&lt;br /&gt;Also unloaded his kitchen drawers and scattered items several times&lt;br /&gt;Threw rocks&lt;br /&gt;Went to the store&lt;br /&gt;Justin helped someone move&lt;br /&gt;Planned church lessons&lt;br /&gt;Took naps (well two of us did anyway:)&lt;br /&gt;Ready for another day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-8782175739027628988?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/8782175739027628988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=8782175739027628988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/8782175739027628988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/8782175739027628988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-in-life.html' title='A Day In The Life'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-3763953966009944076</id><published>2009-05-20T20:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:59:08.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Underage Driver</title><content type='html'>How did we get here? Carson eating breakfast, lunch and dinner in his new car? &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/ShTQr78MSJI/AAAAAAAAAi0/MnaOokn2Ex4/s1600-h/kdk_0781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338120911583987858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/ShTQr78MSJI/AAAAAAAAAi0/MnaOokn2Ex4/s320/kdk_0781.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started with this. Justin let Carson pretend to drive the redneck truck in the garage one day. See that smile? Should have known life as we knew it was over. At the time, he had never seen a stick shift so it was a microphone. I think he drove that truck for an hour before we brought him in kicking and screaming.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338117071625837346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/ShTNMa-02yI/AAAAAAAAAiM/n8zYMg07qrk/s320/kdk_0661.jpg" /&gt;Life will never be the same. Every single car...yes every one he passes he whines and cries at. Parking lots are nightmares for us. He believes he should drive every car he sees. The good news? Rainy days are so much fun. I get to sit in the car, listen to my country while Carson drives me to far off lands. Every walk we go on means chasing him up people's driveways as he cries to get in their cars.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/ShTNMzDe5vI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rrMyXBe68hg/s1600-h/kdk_0716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338117078087821042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/ShTNMzDe5vI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rrMyXBe68hg/s320/kdk_0716.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we got this. Loves it. He also got to drive Grandpa Mark's jeep out on his property. yes, really drive. I am not sure who was more scared....me or the buffalo. Of course, this experience convinced him that he really should drive every car he sees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/ShTNNvr1r4I/AAAAAAAAAis/hbv2Q7Ro8zg/s1600-h/kdk_0763.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/ShTNNbPWEeI/AAAAAAAAAik/3uuXKE4ks04/s1600-h/kdk_0804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338117088874992098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/ShTNNbPWEeI/AAAAAAAAAik/3uuXKE4ks04/s320/kdk_0804.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is where we shop now. I changed grocery stores to keep him happy. Oh...to have the world revolve around you:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/ShTNNJl17yI/AAAAAAAAAic/tIYmDZCyX2U/s1600-h/kdk_0726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338117084137516834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/ShTNNJl17yI/AAAAAAAAAic/tIYmDZCyX2U/s320/kdk_0726.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is at Discovery Gateway. Again, kicking and screaming to get him to leave. However, I was proud of how he held his ground to much bigger boys. Don't mess with the Driver.  He was not turning over that wheel to anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite was Mother's Day though. I was sitting at the computer when my special delivery car (pushed by Daddy) pulled up. Out the window he handed me a card, some candy, and then my very first coloring picture ever made by Carson. It was adorable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now if I could only get him to run to the store for me.&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;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/5944924866174372858-3763953966009944076?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/3763953966009944076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=3763953966009944076' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/3763953966009944076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/3763953966009944076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/05/underage-driver.html' title='Underage Driver'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/ShTQr78MSJI/AAAAAAAAAi0/MnaOokn2Ex4/s72-c/kdk_0781.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-6831842201838208437</id><published>2009-05-18T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:53:40.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Hike and Cabin Excursion</title><content type='html'>We took Carse on his first hike for Mother's Day weekend. Some friends let us borrow their "hiking backpack" for him. He spent about 2 minutes in it before he decided it was way more fun on the ground. I was very impressed with his "hiking" ability. Granted, there was not too much of an incline but Carson walked the majority of the 1.6 miles by himself. It took several hours because there were many distractions but it was so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/ShIncWu3AQI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Onz9Zj5Twic/s1600-h/DSC02046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/ShIncWu3AQI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Onz9Zj5Twic/s320/DSC02046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337371876479402242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/ShInciGSlHI/AAAAAAAAAhs/62kmmSrnivE/s1600-h/DSC02050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/ShInciGSlHI/AAAAAAAAAhs/62kmmSrnivE/s320/DSC02050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337371879530468466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/ShInc2YkSVI/AAAAAAAAAh0/DZbE_gEjV38/s1600-h/DSC02066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/ShInc2YkSVI/AAAAAAAAAh0/DZbE_gEjV38/s320/DSC02066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337371884975835474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This last weekend, my sis, her boyfriend and my adorable nephew came to visit! We went up to Grandpa Marks cabin and had a blast! We rented an ATV and it was definitely the highlight of the trip. I love seeing my boy outside, he is just totally content like his daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/ShIndRIGRWI/AAAAAAAAAiE/3-quUMixlVA/s1600-h/DSC02110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/ShIndRIGRWI/AAAAAAAAAiE/3-quUMixlVA/s320/DSC02110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337371892154516834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a note: Cute Little Baron is not so little, he is 6 1/2 months compared to Carson's 16 months and they weigh the same! That noggin alone is at least a full pound!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/ShIndGj1N2I/AAAAAAAAAh8/qh6QSb7Slbs/s1600-h/DSC02109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/ShIndGj1N2I/AAAAAAAAAh8/qh6QSb7Slbs/s320/DSC02109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337371889318049634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a few exciting "mis" adventures... Carson pulled a hose on the ATV and the guys "fixed" it which caused the ATV to shut down in random locations--like when I was out by myself. The Bronco got a flat. And so on.. but we had a wonderful relaxing time.&lt;br /&gt;We finished the trip by taking the long route through Heber--gorgeous and ending on the Olympic Park Zipline in Jeremy Ranch. We all did the EXTREME Zipline--pics to come later! I about passed out from fear--Justin says it is the most expensive ride ever since the only way I got on in the end is when he promised to buy Carson this yard helicopter teeter totter from Costco:0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-6831842201838208437?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/6831842201838208437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=6831842201838208437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/6831842201838208437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/6831842201838208437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-hike-and-cabin-excursion.html' title='First Hike and Cabin Excursion'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/ShIncWu3AQI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Onz9Zj5Twic/s72-c/DSC02046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-4474577551801511148</id><published>2009-05-07T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:36:11.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Saw Wicked!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SgOmZFtE03I/AAAAAAAAAhc/xyPUT3sqsuU/s1600-h/wicked_img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333289333694976882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SgOmZFtE03I/AAAAAAAAAhc/xyPUT3sqsuU/s320/wicked_img.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been so busy that I have not blogged about it yet but J and I were fortunate enough to see Wicked at the Capitol Theatre!&lt;br /&gt;It was FABULOUS and that is an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;I have wanted to see it and had a few chances that never ended up working out. Almost paid $400 a ticket to see it in New York while on a work trip but that trip got cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Nikki who came through and got us in on her season tickets sweet deal. We purchased the tickets last summer and I have been excited ever since.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly... I highly recommend it to anyone, even if you are not a theater person.&lt;br /&gt;Wicked is now a close second to my absolute favorite Les Miserables--but truly Les Miserables is untouchable in my book.&lt;br /&gt;So, if you have a chance...go see it! Oh, but don't read the book. I started once, but it had puppet porn in it and I put it down. Very weird. I did hear it got better but I couldn't handle it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-4474577551801511148?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4474577551801511148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=4474577551801511148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/4474577551801511148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/4474577551801511148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-saw-wicked.html' title='We Saw Wicked!'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SgOmZFtE03I/AAAAAAAAAhc/xyPUT3sqsuU/s72-c/wicked_img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-8646016016975329745</id><published>2009-05-04T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:14:08.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Window Avoided</title><content type='html'>Last week we made a quick trip to Penneys.&lt;br /&gt;As I loaded Carson in the car to leave, he whined until I gave him the car clicker (or FOB as J calls it)--I gave it to him, as always.&lt;br /&gt;Tossed my purse in the front and went around to open my door. Locked.&lt;br /&gt;It took me a second to realize what happened. I was locked out, my purse was in the front seat, my baby in the back. Windows were rolled up.&lt;br /&gt;First signs of panic. Heart is racing. Beginning to sweat. My baby is locked in the car. He still has the clicker and from experience I know that it would take the jaws of life to pry it from his hands...he will not let go of it.&lt;br /&gt;I start to try to communicate through the window to my  15 month old to press the right button. He laughs.. he thinks I am making faces at him.&lt;br /&gt;A lady parks by us and makes eye contact. She sees my panic that I am trying to hide.&lt;br /&gt;"Did you lock yourself out of the car?"&lt;br /&gt;I explain. She offers to wait with him while I go into Penneys to call someone. What choice to I have? My biggest fear at the moment is that he will start to cry and I can't get to him. Also, the car is pretty warm.&lt;br /&gt;The Penneys associates at the front of the store are not helpful. They have 12 phones up there and say I need to run all the way back to customer service to use one. I have told them my dilemma. They reemphasize I need to go back to customer service. This puts a distance between me and my child in the parking lot that makes me nervous. No time to punch a sales associate in the face so I run to the back of the store.&lt;br /&gt;I am told to wait even though I say I have an emergency. She says it will be a few minutes. I am seconds away from jumping over the counter and flattening some bangs that are way to high to start with. However, when I explain my emergency she immediately gives me the phone and leaves her customer for two seconds. It may be the look on his face that caused her to react. I think he was ready to grab the phone and hand it to me. After all, he was just placing a catalog order and my child is stuck in a locked car.&lt;br /&gt;Justin doesn't answer. Three tries. I call his grandma's. He is there. He says it will take him an hour to go home, get the spare, and drive there. Way too long. I tell him I am calling the police.&lt;br /&gt;An employee runs through the store at that moment. "Your baby just unlocked the car!" She is elated. She had not been up at the front originally. I am grateful for her and the way she is running shows me she cares.&lt;br /&gt;Those were the best six words of my month. I run outside.&lt;br /&gt;My original angel is by the car with the door open. She says she almost took him out to find me but realized if we missed each other I would really freak out. She waited until someone else parked and had them go tell a sales associate.&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful! Apparently she heard the door click and grabbed it very quickly. Smart thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Carson has this smug look like he knew what was going on the whole time. He thinks he pulled the best joke ever.&lt;br /&gt;No clicker, FOB or whatever you want to call it for Carson anymore! His privilege has been revoked permanently!&lt;br /&gt;All is well that ends well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-8646016016975329745?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/8646016016975329745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=8646016016975329745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/8646016016975329745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/8646016016975329745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/05/breaking-window-avoided.html' title='Breaking Window Avoided'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-9061102771098953469</id><published>2009-04-22T13:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T14:06:43.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheeler Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Se-ET397hdI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FZJSQTGMjp4/s1600-h/DSC01966+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327622361178670546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Se-ET397hdI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FZJSQTGMjp4/s320/DSC01966+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wheeler Farm is a very special place to me. When I first moved to Utah, I lived in an apartment near the Farm and I would go walking there almost every morning. It was a time for reflection, exercise, and with the beautiful mountains--a time to appreciate the beauty that surrounded me. Oh yeah, and at one point I had a faceoff with a fox.&lt;br /&gt;Today, Justin met Carson and I there for lunch. We had such a great time and it is fun to be able to see J during the day. Carson is so excited to be able to walk everywhere that it was hard to get him to stay still during a picture.&lt;br /&gt;This was my favorite picture from today. The best part??? There was a whole family in the background and I photoshopped them out. Pretty cool, Huh? Don't look too close though. Anyway, I think I will play around with it some more and see what I can do. I think we will be spending a lot of time there since the weather is warm.&lt;br /&gt;While this pic may look idealic...let me shed some light. This picture follows me deciding to change Carson's diaper while he was standing near a picnic table. There was a messy situation going on down there that I was unaware of until I dropped the diaper. Once I got that cleaned up we started to walk up the hill. Carse is getting over a cold and start to cough really hard. This brought up his lunch which started out as a huge regurgitated lump in his mouth. He appeared to be choking on it, so like any good mom I pulled the chunk out of his mouth. Then he sprayed vomit everywhere. The poor people trying to enjoy their lunch nearby.&lt;br /&gt;At that point, I wanted a shower but Carson was still wanting to play. There was a garbage nearby but it was not in the direction Carse and J wanted to go. So he insisted I carry my pukey wipes to a much farther garbage near the geese.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wish you could get the background on every picture???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-9061102771098953469?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/9061102771098953469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=9061102771098953469' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/9061102771098953469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/9061102771098953469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/04/wheeler-farm.html' title='Wheeler Farm'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Se-ET397hdI/AAAAAAAAAhU/FZJSQTGMjp4/s72-c/DSC01966+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-5983726111304511080</id><published>2009-04-20T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T13:32:16.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SezZnIIH-bI/AAAAAAAAAhM/F2wMS2grOck/s1600-h/Shawn+%26+Xarik+visit+4.09+170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326871725492140466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SezZnIIH-bI/AAAAAAAAAhM/F2wMS2grOck/s320/Shawn+%26+Xarik+visit+4.09+170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SezZm4q95KI/AAAAAAAAAhE/LCNJ2cN8AGI/s1600-h/Shawn+%26+Xarik+visit+4.09+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326871721343313058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SezZm4q95KI/AAAAAAAAAhE/LCNJ2cN8AGI/s320/Shawn+%26+Xarik+visit+4.09+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SezZH9uwE0I/AAAAAAAAAg8/bkXQTfsxmoE/s1600-h/Shawn+%26+Xarik+visit+4.09+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326871190125417282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SezZH9uwE0I/AAAAAAAAAg8/bkXQTfsxmoE/s320/Shawn+%26+Xarik+visit+4.09+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SezY1niwJ8I/AAAAAAAAAg0/1iVxIHuGpn8/s1600-h/Shawn+%26+Xarik+visit+4.09+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326870874931865538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SezY1niwJ8I/AAAAAAAAAg0/1iVxIHuGpn8/s320/Shawn+%26+Xarik+visit+4.09+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SezYrVpkrnI/AAAAAAAAAgs/6jXBm6QTy2Q/s1600-h/Shawn+%26+Xarik+visit+4.09+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326870698329943666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SezYrVpkrnI/AAAAAAAAAgs/6jXBm6QTy2Q/s320/Shawn+%26+Xarik+visit+4.09+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro and his cute fam came to visit last week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went up to the Bennions for Dinner and an egg hunt. Carson did not quite catch on to the concept yet. He found his fave egg and held on tight the rest of the evening. Hey, the kids knows what he wants and doesn't let go. Nothing wrong with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the weekly highlights:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wild West Park...we all loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Discovery Gateway Children's Museum- I think even Big Kids can enjoy themselves there. It was difficult and dramatic to pull Carson away from the steering wheel. It was the first time I saw him hold his ground even with big boys trying to push him out. He could have been there all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Shawn Jr. was grumpy one morning he crossed him arms, pushed out his lips, and said "Hmmph!"--Carson loved it and started imitating him. It was adorable and Jr could not help but laugh at himself after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rounds of "Wheels on the Bus"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duck Duck Goose.... I have never seen Carse so excited as when waiting to see if he was a Duck or a Goose- good times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brothers gourmet cooking- can't be beat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beth beating us at Knights and Castles her first game, while holding a baby and keeping Jr busy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carson scared of his younger cousin Xarik and panicking when he came near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a crazy busy couple of days but it was so much fun! Jr already called to say he missed Carson and wanted to talk to him on the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We miss you guys! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-5983726111304511080?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/5983726111304511080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=5983726111304511080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/5983726111304511080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/5983726111304511080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SezZnIIH-bI/AAAAAAAAAhM/F2wMS2grOck/s72-c/Shawn+%26+Xarik+visit+4.09+170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-3996248432007375988</id><published>2009-04-07T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:02:00.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY BUSY BUSY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SduEcWE-X4I/AAAAAAAAAgk/45uE-uIUD3A/s1600-h/kdk_0526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321993007166021506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SduEcWE-X4I/AAAAAAAAAgk/45uE-uIUD3A/s320/kdk_0526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carson loves feeding his baby chick...it is pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;He is full on walking now..and is quite proud of himself. I will have to post a video when my husband shows me how....AGAIN! But first, I have to humble myself to be able to ask again.&lt;br /&gt;We have been keeping busy and having a great time lately. More and more I feel like I have a little buddy to hang out with all day. Although I don't know that any of my friends are quite as insistent on doing what THEY want to do all the time:0&lt;br /&gt;Some of Carson's favorite things right now:&lt;br /&gt;Wild West Park at the Veterans' Memorial Park in West Jordan&lt;br /&gt;After his recent visit from Grandma--apparently she is the funniest person EVER! She just smiles and he laughs.&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries&lt;br /&gt;His toy Drill "just like daddies"- everything in our home has now been screwed properly--including Shelby's belly button. The level of concentration is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;Curious George or "ooh ooh ahh ahh" as Carse calls him&lt;br /&gt;Daddy--always!&lt;br /&gt;Being outside-even if it is freezing. Carson whines at the door or window all day. Yesterday I think we seriously spent 4 hours outside.&lt;br /&gt;Kitty cats--he says "ow ow" all the time now. Grandpa Mark and Grandma Susans' cat Monkey is an all time fave. He chased him around forever.&lt;br /&gt;His Bee to ride around on&lt;br /&gt;Liesel and Andrew-he is pretty happy just to be in their presence.&lt;br /&gt;Pretending to drive Daddy's Bronco. He could do this for hours. He also likes to drive Daddy's old truck in the garage. Since he has never seen us use a stick shift--he pretends to sing into it like a microphone.&lt;br /&gt;Forward facing carseat--he never realized all he was missing!&lt;br /&gt;Dum Dum suckers--great for emergency purposes in public. Stops whining immediately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-3996248432007375988?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/3996248432007375988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=3996248432007375988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/3996248432007375988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/3996248432007375988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/04/busy-busy-busy.html' title='BUSY BUSY BUSY'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SduEcWE-X4I/AAAAAAAAAgk/45uE-uIUD3A/s72-c/kdk_0526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-2646417480716387680</id><published>2009-03-25T11:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:19:13.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Healthy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Scp1RXXDoZI/AAAAAAAAAgc/znOtozdDWV8/s1600-h/Betty_Boop-swimsuit-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317191251253240210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Scp1RXXDoZI/AAAAAAAAAgc/znOtozdDWV8/s320/Betty_Boop-swimsuit-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to focus on being happier, healthier and em...&lt;em&gt;skinnier&lt;/em&gt; wouldn't hurt! Swimsuit season is around the corner. I don't get as scared about swimsuit season as SHORT SLEEVE season. Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to use a site called www.thedailyplate.com. Recently the site became part of &lt;a href="http://www.livestrong.com/"&gt;www.livestrong.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livestrong.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for the Lance Armstrong Foundation. I have only used it a few days but I am a HUGE fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a ton of weight loss, exercise tracking sights out there. This is one of the best I have seen. And it is FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would share because I think most everyone can benefit. You track your food, you can save the ingredients from meals that you eat a lot to save time in tracking. You can also track all of your activities and make a weight loss goal. Based on your weight, height and activity level the program will indicate a calorie target each day so that you can reach your goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also include healthy living articles, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that research shows over and over that people who track their food reach and maintain weight goals. Maybe because those who binge and eat the cake, cookies, and pizza don't write it down. Who needs that evidence? Anyway, because I knew I was tracking it, I only had one scoop of ice cream last night and found that guess what? That was perfectly ok, I was still within my calorie goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is to SPRING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-2646417480716387680?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/2646417480716387680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=2646417480716387680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/2646417480716387680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/2646417480716387680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/03/get-healthy_25.html' title='Get Healthy!'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Scp1RXXDoZI/AAAAAAAAAgc/znOtozdDWV8/s72-c/Betty_Boop-swimsuit-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-2528981800968589051</id><published>2009-03-24T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:29:56.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Stay At Home Mom</title><content type='html'>I can honestly say that I am grateful and thankful everyday to be able to stay home with Carson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far today has been great. I got a membership at 24Hour and love their Kids Club. It was very hard to leave Carson there for the first time. But I like the staff and the fact that as I work out I can supposedly watch him on camera (it is a bit blurry). I felt much better about the fact that as soon as we got there today, he reached out for the employee and did not even look back at me. He needs lots of opportunities to play with other kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, sometimes I think it is VERY hard to stay at home with your little one. Because there are so many people who would love the chance, you feel guilty if you need to complain a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure many of you out there can relate so let me just say it for you:&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while it would be great to have my lunch breaks back. To be able to chat with my co-worker and decide where we are going to eat and then TAKE OUR TIME!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I miss working on projects that actually GET DONE and don't start all over again the next day. Plus, getting kudos for the good job you did on them wouldn't be so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Did I really complain about grocery shopping when J and I were first married? What was I thinking. To be able to have time to sit down, write a list, get in the car with only my purse, and shop now would be a VACATION!&lt;br /&gt;Paychecks are fun...even with bills. Having your own income and not feeling guilty if you want to indulge in yourself is fun too.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, I miss working with all different types of people. I love relating to people and learning about them. I miss the interesting conversations. I want to have a reason to dress up.&lt;br /&gt;The bathroom! I really really would love to just go to the bathroom when I need to. Not have to make sure Carson is in a safe place, listen to him follow me down the hall, and then try and entertain him so he will not whine and try to get up on my lap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better already. There are also countless things I love about being a stay at home mom. In fact, I think we are going to head out to the aquarium right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-2528981800968589051?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/2528981800968589051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=2528981800968589051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/2528981800968589051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/2528981800968589051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/03/confessions-of-stay-at-home-mom.html' title='Confessions of a Stay At Home Mom'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-1837545627670936097</id><published>2009-03-16T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:00:10.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AZ Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Sb7KBg4SmuI/AAAAAAAAAgU/e3s6XYuPzt8/s1600-h/kdk_0550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Sb7KBg4SmuI/AAAAAAAAAgU/e3s6XYuPzt8/s320/kdk_0550.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313906737698478818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Sb7KBOrrJLI/AAAAAAAAAgM/w-xoVYCNLKA/s1600-h/kdk_0556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Sb7KBOrrJLI/AAAAAAAAAgM/w-xoVYCNLKA/s320/kdk_0556.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313906732813722802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Sb7KA4gTUaI/AAAAAAAAAgE/k_iEZaKtVe4/s1600-h/kdk_0555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Sb7KA4gTUaI/AAAAAAAAAgE/k_iEZaKtVe4/s320/kdk_0555.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313906726860444066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Sb7KAFH1f6I/AAAAAAAAAf8/RdtiN4WQeWI/s1600-h/kdk_0538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Sb7KAFH1f6I/AAAAAAAAAf8/RdtiN4WQeWI/s320/kdk_0538.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313906713067618210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to post more often. But see, my kid is very similar to his dad in many ways. One way being that he thinks he absolutely owns the computer. Gone are the days of blogging while he sat contentedly in his bouncer. Now as soon as you even make a gesture towards the computer he races you, reaches up for you to lift him...throws a wonderful fit and now even yanks on your shirt until you get off "his" chair and leave him by himself. I guess those actions make him bit like me as well.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had great fun down in Arizona. While the summers are hot, the weather is absolutely perfect the rest of the year. I am tempted to convince my husband we need to move there for a few years!&lt;br /&gt;Carson loved hanging out with Jackson and JR while Baby Brooklyn was being born. I was very very exhausted the first few days. Three kids is a lot!  But there was a fabulous toddler park that saved us everyday. I could bring the kids there, wear them out for a few hours and then get them all down for a nap at the same time. We had to be creative with our transportation to the toddler park as I could only push one stroller at a time. Carson loved the basket...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-1837545627670936097?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1837545627670936097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=1837545627670936097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/1837545627670936097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/1837545627670936097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/03/az-baby.html' title='AZ Baby!'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Sb7KBg4SmuI/AAAAAAAAAgU/e3s6XYuPzt8/s72-c/kdk_0550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-6165585772520844543</id><published>2009-03-03T07:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T08:14:38.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Friends Lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Sa1XR7MYtII/AAAAAAAAAfY/sJnEmEgroaA/s1600-h/jill.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Sa1XR7MYtII/AAAAAAAAAfY/sJnEmEgroaA/s320/jill.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308995501198718082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may wonder why I put up this hideous picture of myself. It is to illustrate a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, I bought these glasses last fall when I went to San Diego with my friends in book club. I only purchased them after I was told by several individuals that they were "SO CUTE!". When I got these pictures back I realized...they are so cute. But not on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I absolutely love Audrey Hepburn and her style. That is probably why I gravitated to these glasses in the first place. I look like a crazy killer bee...I am surprised my son is not frightened when I put them on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Christmas I also found a hat at Target that I LOVED! It was Christmas time so I was trying to not spend money on myself so I waited. While in Washington, I tried the pillbox type hat on for my mom and sister. My mom exclaimed "OH it is so cute." I pictured myself as Audrey Hepburn while posing next to the mirrors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is when my sister said, " You look like Supernanny."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreams crushed. I did look a bit like Supernanny. And in the future, I will be sunglass shopping with my sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, don't they look good on Justin...he had to wear them cause he lost his.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Sa1WVkHE_iI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/-rCwI1wuclE/s1600-h/kdk_0443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308994464210288162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Sa1WVkHE_iI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/-rCwI1wuclE/s320/kdk_0443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-6165585772520844543?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/6165585772520844543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=6165585772520844543' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/6165585772520844543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/6165585772520844543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-friends-lie.html' title='Some Friends Lie'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/Sa1XR7MYtII/AAAAAAAAAfY/sJnEmEgroaA/s72-c/jill.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-2482982373298040920</id><published>2009-02-21T09:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T19:20:15.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Have Been Doing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SaA5ME__s4I/AAAAAAAAAeo/y7uXfQoH8YE/s1600-h/carsononbeach+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305303240705815426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SaA5ME__s4I/AAAAAAAAAeo/y7uXfQoH8YE/s320/carsononbeach+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; year has already been so busy but fun. I have not taken the time to post lately as I have been trying to get so many different things done. Plus, Carson does not sit patiently on my lap while I type anymore. Giving him his own keyboard does not work either, he attacks the one I have and gets his determined look and lunges for the mouse as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am taking a Photoshop class and LOVING it! One of my goals is to write Carson a story about his own adventures and create a fun book where he can see himself doing all the things of his imagination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also working on organizing my home and life a bit. This is a PROCESS... I did check out a book called "The Ultimate Career" and it has inspired and helped me quite a bit. Then again, I only started reading it a week ago and my biggest problem is being consistent. So, we will see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just got back from going to Jill's cabin outside Kamas last weekend and it was incredible. Carson was a champ sledder. He is quite the daredevil with some things. We played board games, pool, sledded, cooked, and just relaxed. I think J needed it a lot; he has been under a lot of pressure at work and is creating a fabulous product that apparently would cost the company over 2.5 million to outsource. So far, everyone has been pretty impressed with the job he is doing. I am so proud of him. I do think we deserve at least 10% of what he is saving the company...but I guess they don't see my rationale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SaBBqrxRqRI/AAAAAAAAAfA/VLyfc5Y0mHw/s1600-h/IMG_0943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305312562602158354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SaBBqrxRqRI/AAAAAAAAAfA/VLyfc5Y0mHw/s320/IMG_0943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SaBBqt3aBmI/AAAAAAAAAe4/l6FG5F3NDJA/s1600-h/IMG_0941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305312563164743266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SaBBqt3aBmI/AAAAAAAAAe4/l6FG5F3NDJA/s320/IMG_0941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SaBBqhAEknI/AAAAAAAAAew/kCGALk4-__U/s1600-h/IMG_0936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305312559711425138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SaBBqhAEknI/AAAAAAAAAew/kCGALk4-__U/s320/IMG_0936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, I have also been obsessed with blue cheese. No, I am not kidding. I have had it in some form everyday for the past few weeks. I made blue cheese meatballs &lt;em&gt;(and made so many that I froze some as hamburger patties), &lt;/em&gt;blue cheese pork chops, lots of salads with blue cheese, blue cheese and apple snacks, blue cheese with avocado and craisins &lt;em&gt;(thanks, Esther) and &lt;/em&gt;blue cheese melted on turkey burgers&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;I am so glad you can get a huge one at Costco for cheap. All this talk is making me crave it now. Does anyone else get this obsessed with a food item? And NO! I am not pregnant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Justin and I are also working really hard to stay on a budget. We sit down and set goals frequently and then FAIL miserably. Here are some ideas I had (or borrowed) that have helped us stay on our budget this month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, go grocery shopping only once every two weeks (we do have to make additional runs for milk for Carson since I fridge does not have a ton of room)--but THAT IS IT! You will be surprised at how creative you can get. Use all the fresh produce first and then have frozen fruits and veggies you can use at the end of the two weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have an egg dinner once a week. This may sound silly but we like our meat and proteins in our home. I am estimating this is saving us about $25.00 a month. That really adds up. We make quiches frequently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My favorite is the green chili quiche:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frozen pie crust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 eggs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 1/2 cups half and half or milk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 cups cheese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 can green chilies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dash of cumin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mix eggs and milk and cumin. Place cheese in bottom of pie crust, reserving 1/2 cup for top. Spread chiles on cheese. Pour egg mixture over. Top with rest of cheese. Bake for 30 minutes at 375 degrees. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yummy with orange julius and pancakes or whatever you want!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date Night Budget:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, first of all having a date night would exciting anyway. To help us focus on having a date night once in a while we decided to start a new tactic. I think J fears that going out means dinner and movie and averaging $50 each time. We decided we wanted to limit our date night spending to $40 a month total for now. But this works for any amount you choose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take the cash out in whatever bills you want. Making sure you have some small bills as well. Decide how many dates you will be going on for that month.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Divide the money UNEVENLY in envelopes. For example, one envelope may have $5, one $1, one $12 and the other $22.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take turns planning the date. Hear that guys.... you get a TURN too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Early in the week the planner pulls an envelope and has to plan a date with only that amount of money.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is fun and creative. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some ideas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;$1 movie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Picnics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Star gazing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snowman Building&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Temple Night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try a new restaurant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to library and check out a book on a new hobby you want to try and try it together!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cook off (pick set ingredients and compete for best tasting creation)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone have other ideas? Please share. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that is all for now. Oh, for blue cheese meatballs:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/Blue-Cheese-Meatballs-102025"&gt;http://www.recipezaar.com/Blue-Cheese-Meatballs-102025&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I preferred them as a hamburger patty that I could add additional things to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-2482982373298040920?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/2482982373298040920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=2482982373298040920' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/2482982373298040920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/2482982373298040920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-i-have-been-doing.html' title='What I Have Been Doing'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SaA5ME__s4I/AAAAAAAAAeo/y7uXfQoH8YE/s72-c/carsononbeach+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-1229534625386918711</id><published>2009-02-09T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:03:11.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is This Kid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SZCmI9aEJBI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/n_C75J1kCY4/s1600-h/carsononeyear+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300919434268124178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SZCmI9aEJBI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/n_C75J1kCY4/s320/carsononeyear+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who is this little boy and where did he put my baby?&lt;br /&gt;Carson is just about 13 months now and everyday I am amazed at how much he acts like a little boy.&lt;br /&gt;Just a few of the things I adore about my boy:&lt;br /&gt;He can now take about six or seven steps, they are usually at a near run and full of excitement&lt;br /&gt;He stops, sits up on his knees and reaches up for me with the cutest look of anticipation&lt;br /&gt;He says "Hot!" a lot-- I think I scared him a bit one day when he was about to touch the stove and my arms were full&lt;br /&gt;He already gives people courtesy laughs..it is really hilarious&lt;br /&gt;He has a picture of Jesus in his room...now all pics are "Shee-shush".. he likes to point and say it&lt;br /&gt;He loves peas--thanks to Karen for introducing him. I hate peas so I did not give him any previously&lt;br /&gt;Bath time is the highlight of his days, but always ends in a screaming, back throwing fit (dad calls him a crayfish for all of his flopping)&lt;br /&gt;He loves to give kisses... I get a lot of them. Sometimes open mouthed, sometimes not. Always when he is appreciating something I am doing for him, he gets that tender look and goes in for the kill. Girls better watch out in the future.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is as cool as daddy, he watches his every move&lt;br /&gt;He makes me laugh about 5000 times a day, that is good for anyone's health&lt;br /&gt;He loves to cuddle and still nuzzles in the spot between my shoulder and neck&lt;br /&gt;We dance everyday, he is getting quite good. Maybe a dancing with the stars candidate in the future&lt;br /&gt;He has an amazing level of concentration and I swear he is figuring out how everything works&lt;br /&gt;As always, those big, beautiful, trusting, loving, I have the world at my feet eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-1229534625386918711?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1229534625386918711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=1229534625386918711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/1229534625386918711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/1229534625386918711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-is-this-kid.html' title='Who is This Kid?'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SZCmI9aEJBI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/n_C75J1kCY4/s72-c/carsononeyear+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-2071583216272658229</id><published>2009-02-06T08:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:32:20.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I See Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SYxlk6Y73HI/AAAAAAAAAeI/h29bzWtMXkg/s1600-h/kdk_0350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299722546331769970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SYxlk6Y73HI/AAAAAAAAAeI/h29bzWtMXkg/s320/kdk_0350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For all of you disbelievers... my son really does have hair!  Look! So, it only grows  on one patch on the back of his head. He is trying to make his Grandpa Mark feel better. Yep, that's the kinda guy he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-2071583216272658229?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/2071583216272658229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=2071583216272658229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/2071583216272658229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/2071583216272658229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-see-hair.html' title='I See Hair'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SYxlk6Y73HI/AAAAAAAAAeI/h29bzWtMXkg/s72-c/kdk_0350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-613509993010713860</id><published>2009-01-28T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T07:58:22.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Reason I love my Husband</title><content type='html'>I hate, hate, hate cleaning bathrooms. When Justin and I first started dating he would come and pull the hair out of mine and my roommates bathroom drains. Disgusting! But, what a guy!&lt;br /&gt;This was a lot less expensive than before Justin. I would buy my little sister a ticket to Salt Lake and bribe her with Joes' Crab Shack if she would clean out the hair. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;When we were first married I decided to continue the bartering. I would do all the grocery shopping if Justin would clean the bathrooms. Signed, sealed, delivered. Deal.&lt;br /&gt;About six months ago I started to feel a little guilty. I honestly had not cleaned a bathroom in years and I was staying home while he worked. So, I cleaned the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later, I had hives all over my body. My eyes were totally swollen. We assumed it was the chemicals. So, we switched to Green Cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;Justin insisted he take over the cleaning again. It takes him awhile but he is very very thorough. Last Saturday, I started to feel guilty again. That is when he reassured me.&lt;br /&gt;And I quote, "It is ok honey. I knew when I met you you were meant for the life of a princess."&lt;br /&gt;Finally, someone who agrees with my childhood fantasies! What a great husband!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-613509993010713860?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/613509993010713860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=613509993010713860' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/613509993010713860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/613509993010713860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-reason-i-love-my-husband.html' title='One Reason I love my Husband'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-1682379767993531722</id><published>2009-01-24T19:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:34:01.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailor Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SXvcM6wb5xI/AAAAAAAAAeA/p3s3VuNRBlw/s1600-h/DSC01680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295067901393102610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SXvcM6wb5xI/AAAAAAAAAeA/p3s3VuNRBlw/s320/DSC01680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carson's Uncle Cody has joined the Navy and gave him this hat. Carson is very proud of the hat. He did not want to take it off the other day. I would take it off and he would get a very serious look and put it back on.&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, I put a headband with a big flower on his head as well. I was not trying to torture him, I purchased it for someone else and wanted to see it on. He was very very proud. He sat up straight and tall and smiled. When I took it off he kept attempting to put it back on and became very frustrated when he could not do it.&lt;br /&gt;I knew if Dad saw, I would be forced to go back to work while he stayed home with Carson. No more of those shenanigans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I do have to say he looked very pretty with the flower but I do prefer him looking like a boy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-1682379767993531722?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1682379767993531722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=1682379767993531722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/1682379767993531722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/1682379767993531722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/01/sailor-boy.html' title='Sailor Boy'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SXvcM6wb5xI/AAAAAAAAAeA/p3s3VuNRBlw/s72-c/DSC01680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-572413026264340746</id><published>2009-01-18T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:13:55.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Eventful Day</title><content type='html'>It all started when Carson's book from my mom did not arrive... AGAIN. She confirmed via UPS tracking that is was indeed delivered. I asked her to read the address out loud. Aha! She was a digit off.&lt;br /&gt;The good news... that was only a few houses up the street. I would run over there... they were probably holding the package as it was neighbors we did not know. That is what most people would do, right? They probably had the best of intentions of getting it to us but did not have time.&lt;br /&gt;I started to grab Carson to go with me. Then had second thoughts. Not sure why... but glad I did. He was busy playing with dad.&lt;br /&gt;Some other neighbors who lived next door to the 'package holders' were outside. I chatted for a minute and asked if their neighbors were nice and explained the situation. They made a face and then said "well, they will talk to you" no confirmation on the nice part. I jokingly asked "well, do you guys have my back if anything goes wrong"...they laughed and said if I was in there over an hour they would come and get me. I made them promise ten minutes tops.&lt;br /&gt;The gentlemen who opened the door was not friendly. Either was his dog that was barking behind the screen. He said he did not receive any packages. I told him UPS said it was on his porch last Saturday. He said he would ask his wife.&lt;br /&gt;The wife came up and said no, no packages. I told her there were two delivered to this address and the address was verified. I was still smiling and being very nice.&lt;br /&gt;The dog continued barking. I was giving up. Then the dog sprang out from the screen door and sank his teeth into my thigh. Not so fun.&lt;br /&gt;The lady grabs me and says "INTO THE HOUSE!" as the dog was now trying to get at me again and I was trapped on the porch.&lt;br /&gt;The man stayed on the porch with the dog. I was inside. She asked to see my leg. It looked worse than I thought initially. The adrenaline was making it so it wasn't so painful yet.&lt;br /&gt;Then... the man lets the DOG BACK IN. He starts coming out me and blocking the front door...my only possible out!&lt;br /&gt;I start yelling, "LOCK THAT DOG UP!" I could not leave. They throw the dog in the bedroom while the lady grabs me and runs me into her bedroom. She is distraught and apologizing while applying all manner of ointments to my leg. It is stinging. I yell, "WHAT ARE YOU PUTTING ON ME?"&lt;br /&gt;The man comes up to me and continues to talk about the packages.... very slowly. The lady is blowing on my leg. He is saying, "I told her we can't keep the dog, it is our son's" He is being mean to his wife. She apparently will not let me leave until she has me "fixed up". I just want to go home. It is a bit surreal.&lt;br /&gt;I keep asking, "Does the dog have shots?" I can not get out of my head the urban legends of the kids who had to get 126 rabies shots in their stomachs. They keep saying "Yes, Yes." I am not convinced.&lt;br /&gt;The man tells well yes, they did receive a thin package. But he is sure it said Orlando. That is his son. I do not care about his son at this moment. I have been attacked by Cujo, I am being held captive by the medicine woman, and my Victoria Secret sweatpants have teethmarks. The ones I begged and cajoled my husband for. They have stolen my son's 1st birthday present book from his Grandma that she paid an extra $10 to overnight in time for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I look at the man. "I just want to go home." And I push my way out of the back bedroom and out the front door. Cujo is still barking on the other side of the door.&lt;br /&gt;My neighbors are still outside. "That dog really scared you huh?"&lt;br /&gt;I laugh. "No, he actually bit me"--they are shocked and look like they feel bad. They tell me before Justin goes and kills the neighbors to come talk to them.&lt;br /&gt;I walk home. When I walk in and see J and Carse staring at me I cry. Then I do not want my son to see me sad so I tell J what happened. I am so relieved my son was not on my hip.&lt;br /&gt;The end result:&lt;br /&gt;Antibiotics, pain meds, and apparently some muscle that was torn into&lt;br /&gt;Animal Control Incident Report&lt;br /&gt;No 1st Birthday Book&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to hear about dog shot verification&lt;br /&gt;A good excuse to not get up tomorrow morning to exercise&lt;br /&gt;Hoping Cujo gets locked up permanently before a Girl Scout knocks on the door.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously considering putting out a notice in the neighborhood!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-572413026264340746?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/572413026264340746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=572413026264340746' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/572413026264340746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/572413026264340746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/01/eventful-day.html' title='An Eventful Day'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-7126028066923225323</id><published>2009-01-16T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:45:45.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help! I am SO Tired!</title><content type='html'>What is happening?&lt;br /&gt;Carson has been sleeping through the night since about 12 weeks thanks to "On Becoming Babywise".  It has been a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Things are changing!&lt;br /&gt;Since the night of his birthday he wakes up several times a night, screaming at the top of his lungs and not able to catch his breath. We rock him back to sleep but the moment you lay him down he cries again and reaches for you, becoming hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night this went on from midnight to 4am. The next night it went on for two hours and then we let him cry it out which took another hour and was distressing.&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the hardest though. He woke up at 10pm and I rocked him for an hour. I went to bed relieved. A half hour later he was up again. I rocked him for 30 minutes, trying to lay him down several times. He acts scared of me leaving and hides from the shadows on the wall. Finally, back to sleep. At 2:30am though he was crying again. I was so tired I broke my rule; I brought him into my bed.&lt;br /&gt;The next four hours were him crawling on me trying to get comfortable. If I even laid him beside me he would scream. He had to be right on top of me, preferably with his head nuzzled under my neck and an elbow in my 'milk makers'...very comfortable let me assure you. He did at one point give me a kiss and hold my hand to reward me for my patience.&lt;br /&gt;From what I am reading online and his very attached actions lately, I think he is going through separation anxiety???? Experienced moms, what do I do??? I need my sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-7126028066923225323?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/7126028066923225323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=7126028066923225323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/7126028066923225323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/7126028066923225323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/01/help-i-am-so-tired.html' title='Help! I am SO Tired!'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-2046863154735973789</id><published>2009-01-15T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:47:00.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mister Turns One!</title><content type='html'>I have been quite a bit busier than usual and have been meaning to post....we had a huge event in our household on Sunday... Carson turned ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has flown by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my best efforts, I was a bit emotional all morning on Carson's birthday. I thought back to the fateful day 10 years ago when I was told that my chances of having a baby were less than 5%. I thought off all the prayers, tears, and oh let's not forget shots in the hopes that we could have a baby. Justin likes to remind me of the night I had to do the first shots. This was before the bigger needles even (in fact it was so tiny you could barely see it). I completely flipped out, I said I refused and would not come in the house... I was so scared of needles. I sat crying on the porch and told him we would have to save more money so we could adopt. (To my credit I had been on crazy hormones on and off forever already!) Now I look at my boy and I am so happy that I "stuck" it out--literally. I was traveling about 3 weeks a month then and by the end I was giving myself the huge needle shots in hotel rooms in between meetings. Yeah, the ones the Fertility Clinic said only a nurse going through it had done it for herself before. But, it was either that or go ask room service to do it for me and start the whole stinkin' process again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of that... time for some cute pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SW9lekS6jII/AAAAAAAAAcY/j7wK0Cv4jDY/s1600-h/DSC01621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291559662997113986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SW9lekS6jII/AAAAAAAAAcY/j7wK0Cv4jDY/s320/DSC01621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How precious! This is when he was still so happy about his first birthday...mesmerized by the candle and everyone singing to him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SW9lqUukhII/AAAAAAAAAcg/4Kun6v4C1qE/s1600-h/DSC01622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291559864976573570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SW9lqUukhII/AAAAAAAAAcg/4Kun6v4C1qE/s320/DSC01622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is after. My child is terrified by cupcakes now that his parents let him put the candle out with his fingers. I mean, seriously, could we not see this coming? We put a lighted candle within reach. Poor guy....&lt;br /&gt;Please note the cute hat I made him for his birthday.. and for a few more braggin rights I made a banner too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SW9m4mXx5MI/AAAAAAAAAco/5XwtqW_YRbg/s1600-h/DSC01620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291561209742615746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SW9m4mXx5MI/AAAAAAAAAco/5XwtqW_YRbg/s320/DSC01620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Nana, Grandpa Mark, Uncle Nick and Aunt Essie, Liesel, Andrew and Shannon and Genesis at the party. We made fun hats, played, opened presents, and had cake. It was a great time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SW9nu-QuujI/AAAAAAAAAdA/40R3PeXu4Eg/s1600-h/DSC01607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291562143868434994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SW9nu-QuujI/AAAAAAAAAdA/40R3PeXu4Eg/s320/DSC01607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SW9nuWLFVlI/AAAAAAAAAc4/BTu_LjPi0Fo/s1600-h/DSC01604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291562133107332690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SW9nuWLFVlI/AAAAAAAAAc4/BTu_LjPi0Fo/s320/DSC01604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SW9nt_Lf0eI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Jwbsbe3XchQ/s1600-h/DSC01606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291562126935052770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SW9nt_Lf0eI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Jwbsbe3XchQ/s320/DSC01606.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/5944924866174372858-2046863154735973789?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/2046863154735973789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=2046863154735973789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/2046863154735973789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/2046863154735973789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/01/mister-turns-one.html' title='Mister Turns One!'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SW9lekS6jII/AAAAAAAAAcY/j7wK0Cv4jDY/s72-c/DSC01621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-7878443377925009450</id><published>2009-01-02T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:25:38.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Umbrella Stroller</title><content type='html'>After Carson was born I took my sis-in-laws advice and purchased an umbrella stroller in addition to his travel system bigger one.&lt;br /&gt;I got a great deal for $5 at Mervyns' and was very proud of myself. I would say I have gotten my money's worth (that sentence sounds wrong but I am too tired to know for sure). Anyway, I love how compact it is. Plus, Carson can see more and it is easy to bring anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I have found a problem however and have decided to look for a new umbrella stroller as I foresee at least another year or two of use.&lt;br /&gt;First off, Daddy and Nana don't like to push it because the handles don't go high enough. Even me, at my whopping 5'5" tend to get a little sore. This is ok, because I often am very proud to push my adorable boy around and don't want to turn over the reigns to anyone. But, sometimes it might be nice.&lt;br /&gt;The bigger issue? The wheels have no traction while in stores. When I bring it to the mall or into shops, it virtually stops. Sometimes with someone right on my heels, who gets irritated while tripping over me and my baby. The wheels do not go well with polished, waxed store flooring. Hello??!!! Was the umbrella stroller designer a man who wanted to discourage his wife from shopping? Not ok!&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to spend too much on a new one as my bigger stroller is very nice...although not so compact.&lt;br /&gt;So, any moms out there with suggestions would be greatly appreciated (or tall dads).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-7878443377925009450?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/7878443377925009450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=7878443377925009450' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/7878443377925009450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/7878443377925009450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/01/umbrella-stroller.html' title='Umbrella Stroller'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-4138293668342721609</id><published>2009-01-01T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:54:44.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SV2N4NBFgpI/AAAAAAAAAcI/xgCZF9UfgNA/s1600-h/happy+new+year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286537534309237394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SV2N4NBFgpI/AAAAAAAAAcI/xgCZF9UfgNA/s320/happy+new+year.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I just wrapped up the best year of my life so far! But there is so much to look forward to!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Top New Year's Resolutions:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lose the rest of the baby weight. I mean really, there are no more excuses when he is about to turn one. But how predictable, huh? I'll bet 80% of resolutions involve losing weight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Increase exercise--minimum two times a week to start. I am such an all or nothing person that I need to start small and work up. It is easier in the spring and summer for me because I love walking. But ever since it got cold I am SO out of shape.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eat more veggies- I have tried for years to convince myself that I like veggies. But, if there is an option for just about anything else or a veggie, I usually opt for anything else. Unless of course it is an artichoke--hmmm!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Get organized! My stress would decrease dramatically if I was more organized. But, I take one step forward two steps back...constantly. So, I am going to take it week by week. I figure in the next 52 weeks I should at least be in a better place than I am now, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well my New Years Resolutions are very common, boring and typical. And since I seem to make similar ones every year you start to wonder what the point is anyway. My husband thinks that New Years is a silly excuse to change things and you should always be progressing anyway. But he is someone who is good at sticking to goal. For me, I like the fresh start idea. Plus, it eased the guilt this last week as I pigged out and was a lazy bum! I kept saying...hey. I will start on the 1st.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyone got any creative resolutions?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-4138293668342721609?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4138293668342721609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=4138293668342721609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/4138293668342721609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/4138293668342721609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SV2N4NBFgpI/AAAAAAAAAcI/xgCZF9UfgNA/s72-c/happy+new+year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-5819994303618987219</id><published>2008-12-31T07:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T07:41:00.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gas Prices</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SVuSIGMn6SI/AAAAAAAAAcA/s4pMs215ScQ/s1600-h/gas+pump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285979255449577762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SVuSIGMn6SI/AAAAAAAAAcA/s4pMs215ScQ/s320/gas+pump.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the last year, I have dreaded going to fill up my gas. I usually would fill up when my tank was half empty to avoid sticker shock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But not anymore! I was so excited to fill up my tank yesterday. I paid $1.31 a gallon! Can you believe it? If it stays this way I think we may celebrate this summer with a road trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-5819994303618987219?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/5819994303618987219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=5819994303618987219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/5819994303618987219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/5819994303618987219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/12/gas-prices.html' title='Gas Prices'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SVuSIGMn6SI/AAAAAAAAAcA/s4pMs215ScQ/s72-c/gas+pump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-902090167760646881</id><published>2008-12-29T09:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:49:50.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carson's First Christmas</title><content type='html'>Carson had such a great first Christmas! He got to hang out with his cousins....as you can see getting them all to sit under the tree and pose for a picture in their matching sweatshirts from Grandma is a Christmas miracle in itself. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SVkHWXhDaxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/2ohyfTV72ZA/s1600-h/DSC01525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285263718547155730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SVkHWXhDaxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/2ohyfTV72ZA/s320/DSC01525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carson also went on his first Merry Go Around at the mall and it was a huge hit!! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SVkHVkRAGwI/AAAAAAAAAbw/_prJPCC_SMg/s1600-h/DSC01560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285263704789621506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SVkHVkRAGwI/AAAAAAAAAbw/_prJPCC_SMg/s320/DSC01560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Snow is a rare occurrence in Wash, but we got virtually snowed in. It was a lot of fun! Carson attempted to build a snowman with Daddy. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SVkHVY2DsgI/AAAAAAAAAbo/mjR6Jaqbygo/s1600-h/DSC01489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285263701723820546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SVkHVY2DsgI/AAAAAAAAAbo/mjR6Jaqbygo/s320/DSC01489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Here is the whole fam. My how we have grown just last year. Three new babies, one on the way, and Christine and Trav to be married next year. 2008 was quite a year!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SVkHUuiVgyI/AAAAAAAAAbg/RIIW_WJjMAk/s1600-h/DSC01473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285263690366812962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SVkHUuiVgyI/AAAAAAAAAbg/RIIW_WJjMAk/s320/DSC01473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SVkHTuWGFdI/AAAAAAAAAbY/5JnKcUlByaE/s1600-h/DSC01425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285263673135601106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SVkHTuWGFdI/AAAAAAAAAbY/5JnKcUlByaE/s320/DSC01425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sledding was his all time favorite activity though. We are excited to take the sleds out now that we are back in Utah. Carson giggled all the way down, the faster it went and the more you let go, the more excited he got. In fact, he even helped his cousin get over his fear of sledding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7a9a0baed4ed1489" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7a9a0baed4ed1489%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331271188%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48BF53B0B22B30EE1E6D63ED1A0B46D1C6926D54.734E2CD78FC575856B3724875B558DA73EFD724B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7a9a0baed4ed1489%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtpUcVmbqMsUucnlt4McAl8V0SsA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7a9a0baed4ed1489%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331271188%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48BF53B0B22B30EE1E6D63ED1A0B46D1C6926D54.734E2CD78FC575856B3724875B558DA73EFD724B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7a9a0baed4ed1489%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtpUcVmbqMsUucnlt4McAl8V0SsA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great trip and we can't wait to make it back up to the Northwest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-902090167760646881?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7a9a0baed4ed1489&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/902090167760646881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=902090167760646881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/902090167760646881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/902090167760646881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/12/carsons-first-christmas.html' title='Carson&apos;s First Christmas'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SVkHWXhDaxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/2ohyfTV72ZA/s72-c/DSC01525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-815719820847020223</id><published>2008-12-22T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T16:59:42.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Washington</title><content type='html'>I will update with pics after I get home so I can download on my computer...BUT, Carson and I arrived safely in Washington on Thursday morning following a big storm here. We arrived right in the window in between crazy storms where roads and bridges and stores were all closing down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have mostly been snowed in with the fam...but having a great time! Carson LOVES his cousins.. All the sudden he is not the baby anymore, there are two younger than him and he is the 'big boy' who plays with Shawn jr. They are all over the place together, Shawn even had him playing "clone wars' yesterday and Carson took him on with his light saber "wooden spoon" and began mimicking the sound effects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carson has been singing A LOT, trying to walk, and having the greatest time. We are hoping and praying Daddy will be able to fly in as the airport has closed intermittently. This is the most snow that Washington has seen since I was Carson's age. But if there is one thing we can not control it is the weather so we are just having a good time and hoping for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See everyone soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-815719820847020223?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/815719820847020223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=815719820847020223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/815719820847020223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/815719820847020223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/12/washington.html' title='Washington'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-4234100932393196033</id><published>2008-12-16T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T09:20:51.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Days</title><content type='html'>Some days I get tired of being the person who always moves out of the way in the grocery store while saying 'excuse me' only to have the other person barrel past me like I should not have been in the same aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I get tired of waiting patiently for traffic to merge while watching countless people almost sideswipe me and cut me off in their attempt to get ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I get tired people unwilling to assist in the stores they work at because they are too busy stocking shelves. The same shelves I am trying to look at. I feel like I am inconveniencing them when I wait patiently for them to move out of the way so I can select the item that I actually want to purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are these people? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess some days are just bad days. Good thing there are a lot of good days to balance things out a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although if you are in the same aisle with me today I will tell you now....I am not moving out of the way! It is your turn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-4234100932393196033?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4234100932393196033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=4234100932393196033' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/4234100932393196033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/4234100932393196033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-days.html' title='Some Days'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-1058080199038590080</id><published>2008-12-11T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:25:02.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 months old today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3040decc9c8b0dab" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3040decc9c8b0dab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331271188%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48FFFE132105A21401BDD20779FA2C4D1C829FD2.8368F6D8916C2F48DC970A0862924644E5A3F0DB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3040decc9c8b0dab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8I7myYJqFDr2yczxB-1FpY0nGx8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3040decc9c8b0dab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331271188%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48FFFE132105A21401BDD20779FA2C4D1C829FD2.8368F6D8916C2F48DC970A0862924644E5A3F0DB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3040decc9c8b0dab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8I7myYJqFDr2yczxB-1FpY0nGx8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it? Mister is going to be one year old in one month! Updates: &lt;br /&gt;1.5 teeth &lt;br /&gt;Pulling himself up on anything &lt;br /&gt;Favorite food: Jamba Juice-after the first time he had it, he recognizes the cup and freaks out! He has had it twice now &lt;br /&gt;Favorite game: Peek a Boo or anytime you scare him&lt;br /&gt;Loves to hum along while you sing&lt;br /&gt;Loves it when you count and point...he starts pointing and going "do do do"&lt;br /&gt;Scared of: washing machines, the beep trucks make while backing up, vacuum cleaner&lt;br /&gt;--these noise fears are recent but it is so cute because he crawls to us as fast as he can and buries his head in our lap. Since they are doing construction behind our house this happens frequently. We have to hide the vacuum, otherwise he can not concentrate on anything except staring it down. Occasionally, he will approach it, touch it and then take off crawling as fast as he can. The daredevil.&lt;br /&gt;Current weight: ALMOST 17 lbs.. but seriously, he eats ANYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;Tickle zones: neck and armpits&lt;br /&gt;Still loves to fake sneeze&lt;br /&gt;Reads about 10 books a day.. boy genius. Actually, it is the only way to settle him for a nap but he will sit and let you read to him forever. Future book clubber for sure. Who said they were for girls?&lt;br /&gt;Best 11 months of my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-1058080199038590080?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3040decc9c8b0dab&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1058080199038590080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=1058080199038590080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/1058080199038590080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/1058080199038590080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/12/11-months-old-today.html' title='11 months old today!'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-4151476366354671761</id><published>2008-12-09T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:44:01.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corny Christmas Music</title><content type='html'>Ok.. I guess I totally don' get it. But I am sick of all these Christmas songs that are supposed to be funny. Is my sense of humor that dry? They are so DUMB to me. "Grandma Got Ran Over By A Reindeer" was bad enough but now there are a ton of them. And the country stations are the worst! I love country but at this time of year I am afraid to turn to a country station due to all the really stupid Christmas songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the classics though. My new favorite cd is "Harry for the Holidays" which is a horrible title and very embarrassing to ask for but you can't go wrong with Harry Connick, Jr. Last year, J and I were driving all over town to find it. We finally found a determined Target employee who was searching frantically for it. However, he kept calling it "Have a Harry Holiday" and it was very loud in his speaker while people looked at us like the weirdos! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/ST6uJymxPUI/AAAAAAAAAaY/XgW6G8596cg/s1600-h/harry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/ST6uJymxPUI/AAAAAAAAAaY/XgW6G8596cg/s320/harry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277847296551238978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was worth the embarrassment. He has a new one this year that I am excited to get!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-4151476366354671761?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4151476366354671761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=4151476366354671761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/4151476366354671761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/4151476366354671761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/12/corny-christmas-music.html' title='Corny Christmas Music'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/ST6uJymxPUI/AAAAAAAAAaY/XgW6G8596cg/s72-c/harry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-6914254096552405299</id><published>2008-12-06T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T15:46:20.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Crooner</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f0f0f76244ee5d6a" 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-1344816006932984841</id><published>2008-12-02T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T06:36:52.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pics</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday we had a fabulous day at Wheeler Park although it was a lot colder than we expected. We had family pics done and I am throwing out a recommendation for the girl who did our pics. She is just getting started so she is not really charging for her time and has excellent prices. She is also very sweet and fast! After we left the park we were so excited and she had them all edited within a couple of hours and sent over to me! We took a ton so there were a lot of options. I was very impressed.Her blogspot is &lt;a href="http://www.glamourgraphics.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.glamourgraphics.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a lot of fun and Carson was pretty cooperative. He did not even complain that his little hands were freezing, but then again he picked up a leaf and had that most of the time. What more could a little boy want?&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/STVHYa-T4TI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/99b_vlCmtRU/s1600-h/family+11+sample.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/STVHYa-T4TI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/99b_vlCmtRU/s320/family+11+sample.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275201023417508146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/STVHSGTgIWI/AAAAAAAAAaI/wxYfUy2HwCA/s1600-h/Carson+3+sample.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/STVHSGTgIWI/AAAAAAAAAaI/wxYfUy2HwCA/s320/Carson+3+sample.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275200914790031714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/STVHOnsbYOI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Hhu-acGda_U/s1600-h/family+4+sample.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/STVHOnsbYOI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Hhu-acGda_U/s320/family+4+sample.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275200855033471202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the leaf in Carson's hand on several of the pics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-1344816006932984841?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1344816006932984841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=1344816006932984841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/1344816006932984841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/1344816006932984841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/12/family-pics.html' title='Family Pics'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/STVHYa-T4TI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/99b_vlCmtRU/s72-c/family+11+sample.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-171144550506384256</id><published>2008-11-27T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T06:34:00.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SS6sUgVkD_I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/cYfx9shpWFk/s1600-h/thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 95px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SS6sUgVkD_I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/cYfx9shpWFk/s320/thanksgiving.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273341681975169010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is here! Happy Thanksgiving. I am grateful for SO MANY things this year. My husband,  my boy, my family and friends....&lt;br /&gt;I am also grateful that all I have to worry about this morning is making apple crisp. Despite the fact that one day I would like to host Thanksgiving at my home, I am very relieved to not be stressed out today.&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful my husband and I are not stuck in the snow on the mountain while his family enjoys dinner at the cabin and we savor one granola bar. True story folks. Our first Thanksgiving married we excitedly decided to go up to J's dads cabin and went four wheelin in the Bronco while the turkey was cooking. My husband was a little too daring, we got stuck. We would shovel ourselves out with an ice scraper, drive one wheel turn and get stuck again. It was getting dark before his dad found us. &lt;br /&gt;I am grateful that I can hear my husband in the kitchen explaining to our 10 month old why we should always celebrate Thanksgiving...so cute!&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for big eyes that light up and my boy loving to give me "kisses" already.&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for a mirror that I can slant at just the right angle to convince myself that it is ok to indulge a little more!&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for Victoria Secret boyfriend fit sweats... so comfy. My poor husband has already learned not to get excited when I come home with a bag from Victoria Secret. &lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for the internet but miss the dewey decimal system and hours in the library... I am a true nerd at heart.&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for books and Ruth Finch who let me come shop at her closing book store the other day and pick out anything I wanted....for free! A bookworms' dream:)&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints... the gospel has blessed my life immeasurably.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-171144550506384256?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/171144550506384256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=171144550506384256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/171144550506384256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/171144550506384256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SS6sUgVkD_I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/cYfx9shpWFk/s72-c/thanksgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-2094959955103131972</id><published>2008-11-25T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T07:24:09.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SSwLOPn2w0I/AAAAAAAAAZw/YhplqSYLdJ4/s1600-h/black+friday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 91px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SSwLOPn2w0I/AAAAAAAAAZw/YhplqSYLdJ4/s320/black+friday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272601603083780930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Thanksgiving is around the corner and with that comes the dreaded Black Friday.&lt;br /&gt;I know that for many people this is an exciting tradition that they look forward to. I absolutely do not get it! I mean, is there any sale good enough to get up out of bed before the sun comes up, wait in long lines, be pushed, shoved and elbowed for a sale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought it was called "Black Friday" because working in retail we "blacked out" from the day after Thanksgiving through Christmas as days that could be requested off. However, here is what Wikipedia says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANUARY 1966 -- "Black Friday" is the name which the Philadelphia Police Department has given to the Friday following Thanksgiving Day. It is not a term of endearment to them. "Black Friday" officially opens the Christmas shopping season in center city, and it usually brings massive traffic jams and over-crowded sidewalks as the downtown stores are mobbed from opening to closing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think having had a history of having to work retail those days for years and years and years makes me passionate about the fact that I will not face those crowds if I do not have to! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for my little bit of rebellion I like my Black Friday tradition of not having to work and instead seeing a matinee right in the middle of the day! Much more relaxing:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-2094959955103131972?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/2094959955103131972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=2094959955103131972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/2094959955103131972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/2094959955103131972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SSwLOPn2w0I/AAAAAAAAAZw/YhplqSYLdJ4/s72-c/black+friday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-4927115218811537226</id><published>2008-11-20T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T07:52:31.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying Music</title><content type='html'>I do not know how to take the annoying song off of my Slide Show and I do not know how it got there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, feel free to mute your computer when you pull up my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would never know I am married to a computer whiz but I can not figure out the simplest things sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-4927115218811537226?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4927115218811537226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=4927115218811537226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/4927115218811537226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/4927115218811537226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/11/annoying-music.html' title='Annoying Music'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-2407138682802232083</id><published>2008-11-18T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:19:32.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SSMhLl4lDAI/AAAAAAAAAZo/gBuhbhANk2M/s1600-h/thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SSMhLl4lDAI/AAAAAAAAAZo/gBuhbhANk2M/s320/thanksgiving.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270092471985310722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is almost here! Seriously, can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for so many things this year! Truly my life could not have been more blessed than having a terrific husband (really, he is pretty perfect), my adorable wonderful ever entertaining son, and incredible friends and family!&lt;br /&gt;Well, where much is given, much is expected. &lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately there are a lot of people who are struggling at this time of year. I challenge each person to do something a little out of your comfort zone this year to benefit someone else. Whether it is your financial comfort zone, stretching your time, or just doing a little more, I challenge you to pray to be the answer to someone's prayer. I know you will be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;Check out this website if you are prompted to give a Thanksgiving gift that keeps on giving. It helps an international family or community become self sufficient. &lt;br /&gt;http://www.heifer.org/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-2407138682802232083?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/2407138682802232083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=2407138682802232083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/2407138682802232083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/2407138682802232083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SSMhLl4lDAI/AAAAAAAAAZo/gBuhbhANk2M/s72-c/thanksgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-1326985884824737960</id><published>2008-11-16T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T15:28:36.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check It Out</title><content type='html'>You can enter to win fabulous prizes for 12 days straight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a border="0" href="http://tipjunkie.com/shopathon" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tipjunkie.com/images/shopathonbutton.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-1326985884824737960?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1326985884824737960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=1326985884824737960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/1326985884824737960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/1326985884824737960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/11/check-it-out.html' title='Check It Out'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-2377779371887957077</id><published>2008-11-13T09:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:58:18.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tags</title><content type='html'>My mom and I spent some time making Christmas tags while she was here. These are fun because they are quick and easy... I tend to have a short attention span with crafts. One of my friends wanted pics for a Christmas tag exchange so I thought I would throw them up on the blog. These pics do not do justice to the glitter and 3-Dness of it all:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I each made a few of each and then shared them. I love the idea of a Christmas tag exchange though. How fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-dd.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-dd.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2810246167496690397&amp;amp;site=widget-dd.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="white-space:nowrap"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2810246167496690397&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-dd.slide.com/p1/2810246167496690397/ms_t053_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2810246167496690397&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-dd.slide.com/p2/2810246167496690397/ms_t053_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2810246167496690397&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-dd.slide.com/p4/2810246167496690397/ms_t053_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-2377779371887957077?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/2377779371887957077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=2377779371887957077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/2377779371887957077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/2377779371887957077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-tags.html' title='Christmas Tags'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-8022060258145562073</id><published>2008-11-12T07:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T08:12:57.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ode to an Amazing Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SRr2uF5sbHI/AAAAAAAAAZI/LFzrOTWxV6I/s1600-h/50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 117px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SRr2uF5sbHI/AAAAAAAAAZI/LFzrOTWxV6I/s320/50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267793985881795698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SRr3Eo4lAiI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/0fQpX0itAAg/s1600-h/DSC01282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SRr3Eo4lAiI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/0fQpX0itAAg/s320/DSC01282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267794373229478434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom turns 50 year old today! Happy Birthday Mom! She just left last night from a visit here for an extended birthday weekend. We had SO MUCH fun!&lt;br /&gt;For her birthday, I put together a scrapbook of the 50 greatest things about her and had people from the family send in their comments. It was very touching to read what everyone had to say. There was definitely a theme around her selflessness, dedication to her family, empathy, love of children, optimistic attitude toward life...and her HUGE heart. Her life is truly one to celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;I am going to take a personal moment about why my mom is so great. First of all while most people groan about their 30, 40 and 50th birthdays... I have always heard my mom say "My life just keeps getting better"... she never feels old or acts old.&lt;br /&gt;My mom had me at sixteen years of age. That is far less shocking than the childhood she had already endured. She married my dad and he joined the military...moving us from Ohio to Washington state. Three years later my brother was born... and my dad left, returning to Ohio.&lt;br /&gt;We were across the United States, my mom was 19 with two children and nobody to turn to. No job and no education. But we made it. She worked hard, she got her GED and has since taken college courses in Early Education. Our life did not get easier for a long long time. But I remember my childhood as most children...filled with laughter and love.&lt;br /&gt;My mom taught me a few things during my growing years. She told me over and over again my life did not have to be like hers. I could do anything I wanted. She never complained about my dad to me. She never acted like a victim.&lt;br /&gt;She had to go on state aid for a short period of time. I will always remember it because I was 5 and she told me that she did not like how people talked to her when she went to pick up her check. She felt they looked down on her. The problem was that if she worked she could not afford childcare. So she got a job as waitress and often brought us with her. We loved it! We played Ms Pacman and ate maraschino cherries. The restaurant she worked at had tons and tons of old books as decor. I think that is where I developed my love for books.. I started reading anything I could get my hands on.&lt;br /&gt;I believed my mom when she told me I could be anything I wanted. I wanted to be the first woman President, then a lawyer, a psychologist and a writer. I went to college and started on my career.&lt;br /&gt;This year I realized something. What I want to be most is a mom just like her.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to my mom and my best friend! I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-8022060258145562073?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/8022060258145562073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=8022060258145562073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/8022060258145562073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/8022060258145562073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-50th-birthday-mom.html' title='An Ode to an Amazing Woman'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SRr2uF5sbHI/AAAAAAAAAZI/LFzrOTWxV6I/s72-c/50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-2212830945753155999</id><published>2008-11-04T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:15:14.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SRCDF4v1ITI/AAAAAAAAAYw/vEJ2zp_1LUw/s1600-h/ivoted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264852101551694130" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Stinker'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-3120516199464086969</id><published>2008-10-31T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:55:06.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Waffles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SQscQvel9WI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mC1omQSSb4g/s1600-h/pumpkinwaffles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 93px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SQscQvel9WI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mC1omQSSb4g/s320/pumpkinwaffles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263331663460824418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in San Diego we went to breakfast at this awesome little cafe called Cafe 222. I highly recommend it if you are ever in San Diego...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my favorite was their pumpkin waffles. One of the girls found the recipe. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul id="ingredientsList"&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/3 cup packed light brown sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 1/4 teaspoons baking powder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 teaspoon baking soda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 teaspoons ground cinnamon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 teaspoon ground ginger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/4 teaspoon ground cloves&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 large eggs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 cup whole milk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 cup well-shaken buttermilk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 cup canned solid-pack pumpkin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3/4 stick (6 tablespoons) unsalted butter, melted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vegetable oil for brushing waffle iron&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;                                    &lt;br /&gt;                                        &lt;ul id="ingredientsList"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Accompaniment: warm pure maple syrup&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;                                    &lt;br /&gt;                                        &lt;ul id="ingredientsList"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Special equipment: a waffle iron (preferably nonstick)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;                              &lt;div style="width: 648px;" class="r_footer"&gt;&lt;span style="border-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="bottom_gradient"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); background-color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="bottom_border"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                         &lt;div style="width: 648px;" class="r_header"&gt;&lt;span style="border-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); background-color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="top_border"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="top_gradient"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;         &lt;h2&gt;Preparation&lt;/h2&gt;                                                                                    &lt;p&gt;                                                        Preheat oven to 250°F and preheat waffle iron.                        &lt;/p&gt;                                             &lt;p&gt;                                                        Sift together flour, brown sugar, baking powder and soda, salt, and spices.                        &lt;/p&gt;                                             &lt;p&gt; Whisk eggs in a large bowl until blended, then whisk in milk, buttermilk, pumpkin, and butter until smooth. Whisk in dry ingredients just until smooth. &lt;/p&gt;                                             &lt;p&gt; Brush waffle iron lightly with oil and spoon batter (about 2 cups for four 4-inch Belgian waffles) into waffle iron, spreading quickly. Cook according to manufacturer’s instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurants website also has other delicious recipes. I think we ordered one of everything on the menu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.cafe222.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-3120516199464086969?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/3120516199464086969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=3120516199464086969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/3120516199464086969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/3120516199464086969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-waffles.html' title='Pumpkin Waffles'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SQscQvel9WI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mC1omQSSb4g/s72-c/pumpkinwaffles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-1623230583354962069</id><published>2008-10-30T08:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T08:30:31.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting Week</title><content type='html'>We have had an exciting week and it is not even Halloween yet. Here are some highlights:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SQnQqB34amI/AAAAAAAAAYg/OazBUlmjWHc/s1600-h/DSC07382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262967060035037794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SQnQqB34amI/AAAAAAAAAYg/OazBUlmjWHc/s320/DSC07382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night the young women put on a party for the primary. It was quite fun but also quite possibly the longest hour and half of my life. I got into the spirit with my witch hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cutest was that our group put on musical chairs... there were a few boys who would try to offer their chair when a little girl did not get one. Apparently chivalry took precedence over competition. Someone is raising those boys right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SQnQpfTTFnI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4OVCRDkMtMk/s1600-h/DSC07378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262967050754791026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SQnQpfTTFnI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4OVCRDkMtMk/s320/DSC07378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, here I am in the hat again! Carson and I went to Gardner village with all the cousins, aunts, nana, great grandma and crew! They have witch displays everywhere! It was a great time. I, of course, picked up another witch hat and started stylin' it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SQnQoTo6TnI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/T3rQFhdy5bg/s1600-h/DSC07369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262967030444346994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SQnQoTo6TnI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/T3rQFhdy5bg/s320/DSC07369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we all are at Archibald's. If you ever go there, you must try the Garlic Lemon Chicken... fabulous! Carson ended up eating most of Liesel's mac n cheese. I brought my hand grinder and we were all set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SQnQn0-ZGCI/AAAAAAAAAYI/UZ9eRZUC7D0/s1600-h/DSC07367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262967022212945954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SQnQn0-ZGCI/AAAAAAAAAYI/UZ9eRZUC7D0/s320/DSC07367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lesson that I learned this week: Gone are the days of laying him down for a nap and he is out. I heard him chatting away and this is what I discovered. He was pulling off his red socks and wacking the little animals on his mobile. Since then I have found that white socks are not quite as tempting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He also waves bye bye to his mobile animals as they pass by. He has loved them since day one. As soon as I turn the mobile on he starts flapping his arms and getting SO EXCITED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also had to raise up his crib this week since his attempts at climbing out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's my little mister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-1623230583354962069?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1623230583354962069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=1623230583354962069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/1623230583354962069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/1623230583354962069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/10/exciting-week.html' title='Exciting Week'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SQnQqB34amI/AAAAAAAAAYg/OazBUlmjWHc/s72-c/DSC07382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-6352241753609991415</id><published>2008-10-28T07:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T08:05:19.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SQcfiPijC9I/AAAAAAAAAXw/SWGEc2KuumA/s1600-h/DSC07363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262209362753162194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SQcfiPijC9I/AAAAAAAAAXw/SWGEc2KuumA/s320/DSC07363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just returned from an absolutely fantastic 4 day weekend in San Diego with my book club friends. What a fun book club, huh? Loving our Charlies Angels pose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of the trip:&lt;br /&gt;80 degree weather&lt;br /&gt;Jake and Dante-our rejected Hollywood actors turned Haunted Tour Guides&lt;br /&gt;Animal print purses&lt;br /&gt;Hotel Circle Drive--or should I say 'loop' since we never got anywhere on it!&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin Waffles&lt;br /&gt;Californios&lt;br /&gt;Ida Bailey's History&lt;br /&gt;"The Women" at Balboa Park&lt;br /&gt;Duck Pond at Seaport Village&lt;br /&gt;Anchor Poses&lt;br /&gt;The Pregnant Lady having more energy than all of us&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream in Old Town&lt;br /&gt;Sunset in La Jolla&lt;br /&gt;Jayna securing a parking space against all odds&lt;br /&gt;California Dog Craze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and of course the seals. Wait, those were surfers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262212078152193538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SQciATMIFgI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tGsdpnxlU00/s320/DSC07351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-6352241753609991415?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/6352241753609991415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=6352241753609991415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/6352241753609991415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/6352241753609991415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/10/girls-weekend.html' title='Girls Weekend'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SQcfiPijC9I/AAAAAAAAAXw/SWGEc2KuumA/s72-c/DSC07363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-6335110686649405091</id><published>2008-10-20T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:56:33.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SPzuyUth8QI/AAAAAAAAAUE/kE8WdXXRjrY/s1600-h/maple+leaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259341013182443778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SPzuyUth8QI/AAAAAAAAAUE/kE8WdXXRjrY/s320/maple+leaf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather is absolutely perfect today. 70 degrees and a great breeze. I realized most people say Autumn goes too fast so I need to enjoy every moment of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carson and I hung out in the backyard.  Since yesterday he is becoming an avid crawler. He gets very excited about leaves, usually holding onto one for an entire day and once in a while proudly holding it up for me to see. Now that he is mobile, anything is possible in his little world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I brought him out back he practically flew because he was so excited about all the leaves. He grabbed one quickly into his death grip and would not let go. Then, he discovered his shadow. The more he saw his active shadow attempting to take flight by waving his arms, the more vigorously he waved. At one point, I was convinced he might go airborne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought about my "career" days in my past and could not think of one day that rivaled today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After getting out all possible energy, I laid him down for his nap. He threw his cute little bum in the air and fell fast asleep. I just went and checked on him. Clutched tightly in his left hand, one crumpled leaf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-6335110686649405091?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/6335110686649405091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=6335110686649405091' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/6335110686649405091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/6335110686649405091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/10/autumn.html' title='Autumn'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SPzuyUth8QI/AAAAAAAAAUE/kE8WdXXRjrY/s72-c/maple+leaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-5476881318393077544</id><published>2008-10-15T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T07:31:22.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SPX-iG0E2jI/AAAAAAAAAT8/pmopwWUNrMg/s1600-h/DSC01140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SPX-iG0E2jI/AAAAAAAAAT8/pmopwWUNrMg/s320/DSC01140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257388001922964018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was J's favorite pic, so I thought I would add it.... from this distance you can't see the frostbite forming on the poor kids' fingers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-5476881318393077544?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/5476881318393077544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=5476881318393077544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/5476881318393077544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/5476881318393077544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-more-pic.html' title='One more pic'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SPX-iG0E2jI/AAAAAAAAAT8/pmopwWUNrMg/s72-c/DSC01140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-1821078193460372335</id><published>2008-10-14T09:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T09:48:08.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SPTL2zIFkVI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Ykl9Or1EBrg/s1600-h/DSC01134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SPTL2zIFkVI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Ykl9Or1EBrg/s320/DSC01134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257050807345713490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went to the Pumpkin Patch. If you only knew how long I have waited for the moment&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(most women visualize and plan their weddings, I visualized and planned my pumpkin patch trips)&lt;/span&gt; that I could bring my kid to the pumpkin patch. Of course, things don't always live up to the expectations you have in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SPTK0MCAVmI/AAAAAAAAATk/D5eSYD0Gzmo/s1600-h/DSC01129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SPTK0MCAVmI/AAAAAAAAATk/D5eSYD0Gzmo/s320/DSC01129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257049662979855970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We rushed through dinner and bundled up...and arrived only to find out it closed in 10  minutes. Since I had volunteered to also get 6 pumpkins for Young Women's we had a short amount of time to pick pumpkins, take pictures, and get out of there.  We also needed our pumpkins too and usually like to find the biggest ones (last year we found a 42lber)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SPTK-Y_N7XI/AAAAAAAAATs/JKojRJPJL54/s1600-h/DSC01144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SPTK-Y_N7XI/AAAAAAAAATs/JKojRJPJL54/s320/DSC01144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257049838256516466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We sat Mister (Carson) in a wagon filled with pumpkins as we scrambled feverishly. When I went back to grab him, I realized the poor kid was shivering violently and freezing! Easy going as he was, he did not make a peep.&lt;br /&gt;We truly did have a great time but it may be worth it to make it back one more time before the season is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-1821078193460372335?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1821078193460372335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=1821078193460372335' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/1821078193460372335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/1821078193460372335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SPTL2zIFkVI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Ykl9Or1EBrg/s72-c/DSC01134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-8478696761247753743</id><published>2008-10-12T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:56:35.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Storage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SPK3wglpQXI/AAAAAAAAASc/E1BaX3xDABU/s1600-h/food+storage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256465759104221554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SPK3wglpQXI/AAAAAAAAASc/E1BaX3xDABU/s320/food+storage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, this is not a picture of my food storage. Wouldn't you have been so impressed though?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The truth is, we are just now starting to focus on our family food storage. Better late than never right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Up until recently, we had several 72 hour kits, two buckets of dehydrated foods from Costco ( I highly recommend in case of a grab and go emergency) and that was the extent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I went online to &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/"&gt;www.lds.org&lt;/a&gt; , filled out the calculator and form for the basic items we would need for 3 months and figured I could just go pick it up at the Distribution Center. Right? Wrong. It is much much more complicated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am now in the research and act mode and need your help! We did go to Macey's the other day and purchased some things but I am SO overwhelmed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Comment about ideas, suggestions, things that worked for you. I will update my blog and hopefully help someone else as I journey on my quest for adequate food storage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the meantime, if you have a one year supply...give me your address so I can include it on the list of homes to camp out at in an emergency!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-8478696761247753743?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/8478696761247753743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=8478696761247753743' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/8478696761247753743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/8478696761247753743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/10/food-storage.html' title='Food Storage'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SPK3wglpQXI/AAAAAAAAASc/E1BaX3xDABU/s72-c/food+storage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-5838504232495567142</id><published>2008-10-11T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T09:06:58.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy Avocado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SPDN46x84VI/AAAAAAAAASU/3iqXo1K4jCE/s1600-h/avocado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255927142876504402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SPDN46x84VI/AAAAAAAAASU/3iqXo1K4jCE/s320/avocado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last weekend I needed an avocado or two. I did my shopping at Reams and all of their avocados were rock hard. I was shopping on Friday and needed them for Saturday. Hmmm..what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is where friendly Mr. Produce Guy came in. He told me to put them in a paper bag with a ripe banana and they would be ripe by the next day. I was skeptical to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I realized I did not own a paper bag. At this point, I thought, well it is not really worth it and they are really hard. But, I did lay them next to the bananas overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? Perfectly ripe the next day. No Kidding! What was weird is the pit was still not ripe but the avocado was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend solved the amazing mystery. Apparently the gases emitted from the bananas ripen them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I may try an experiment next time and put them next to my husband overnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-5838504232495567142?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/5838504232495567142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=5838504232495567142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/5838504232495567142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/5838504232495567142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/10/yummy-avocado.html' title='Yummy Avocado'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SPDN46x84VI/AAAAAAAAASU/3iqXo1K4jCE/s72-c/avocado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-6774081646628758026</id><published>2008-10-10T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T08:22:11.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Canadian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SO9zCDMG5FI/AAAAAAAAASM/UEbcBoxoA1Y/s1600-h/DSC07284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255545769217680466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SO9zCDMG5FI/AAAAAAAAASM/UEbcBoxoA1Y/s320/DSC07284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because I couldn't resist....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-6774081646628758026?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/6774081646628758026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=6774081646628758026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/6774081646628758026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/6774081646628758026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-little-canadian.html' title='My Little Canadian'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SO9zCDMG5FI/AAAAAAAAASM/UEbcBoxoA1Y/s72-c/DSC07284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-5138035255597785934</id><published>2008-10-08T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:01:13.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Jayna</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Random/ Weird Things About Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My feet get claustrophobic and if covered, can send me into a near panic attack at times&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE the smell of sulfur&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still pride myself on my spelling bee success in elementary school (I mean seriously, get over it) and kick myself for not making it to national&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate "collections" or when people collect things! It drives me crazy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you pop your knuckles around me, be assured... I just threw up in my mouth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My two favorite ice cream flavors (because who can really choose one?) are German Chocolate Cake (only offered at BR during the Fall) and Bubble Gum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I am absolutely, totally tone deaf and uncoordinated but dream of being in a theater production one day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tag:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jessica&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Natalie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Karen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Britney&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Esther&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kristin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-5138035255597785934?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/5138035255597785934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=5138035255597785934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/5138035255597785934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/5138035255597785934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-by-jayna.html' title='Tagged by Jayna'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-2434651323919969907</id><published>2008-10-07T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:09:51.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bottled Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SOuJrEsfArI/AAAAAAAAARk/akdsuCNxg5I/s1600-h/water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254444763345519282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SOuJrEsfArI/AAAAAAAAARk/akdsuCNxg5I/s320/water.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the person who found the 24 pack of water I left at the bottom of my cart in the Ream's parking lot....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy it. It was paid for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-2434651323919969907?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/2434651323919969907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=2434651323919969907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/2434651323919969907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/2434651323919969907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/10/bottled-water.html' title='Bottled Water'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SOuJrEsfArI/AAAAAAAAARk/akdsuCNxg5I/s72-c/water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-1312613258838793882</id><published>2008-10-05T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T07:35:38.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedoodles!</title><content type='html'>I love these shoes! These are designed for new walkers, with a soft sole which is better for their forming feet. Check out the website:&lt;a href="http://www.pedoodles.com/section.php/11/0/"&gt;http://www.pedoodles.com/section.php/11/0/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253677103025439938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SOjPfXJvRMI/AAAAAAAAARM/MHUnxbP6j1U/s320/medium-red-bowler.gif" border="0" /&gt;These two are my favorites. You can enter to win a pair by going to:&lt;a href="http://nowenteringmomville.blogspot.com/2008/09/pedoodles-shoes-giveaway.html"&gt;http://nowenteringmomville.blogspot.com/2008/09/pedoodles-shoes-giveaway.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253677174917644658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SOjPji-LQXI/AAAAAAAAARU/kfikb92hJ8E/s320/medium-retro-tennies.gif" border="0" /&gt;And if you have a girl... there are a ton of cute girly shoes too!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SOjPnOatMhI/AAAAAAAAARc/QeJ6kxM8imo/s1600-h/medium-ruby-janes.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253677238119641618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SOjPnOatMhI/AAAAAAAAARc/QeJ6kxM8imo/s320/medium-ruby-janes.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-1312613258838793882?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1312613258838793882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=1312613258838793882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/1312613258838793882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/1312613258838793882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/10/pedoodles.html' title='Pedoodles!'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SOjPfXJvRMI/AAAAAAAAARM/MHUnxbP6j1U/s72-c/medium-red-bowler.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-8817209497995373657</id><published>2008-09-30T07:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T07:13:33.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SOIzXCUbvdI/AAAAAAAAARE/ND9PTn5hfcU/s1600-h/cleaning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251816586320002514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SOIzXCUbvdI/AAAAAAAAARE/ND9PTn5hfcU/s320/cleaning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know if you are like me, but as much as I want a sparkling clean house.. I tend to get overwhelmed when I get started. I found this list of things to do that that are easy and will help get me a little bit closer to the clean home of my dreams:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fresh ways to get your home to sparkle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you’re overwhelmed by the thought of going through your entire house – dusting, scrubbing, organizing and throwing things away – we’ve got the inspiration you need to de-clutter, de-germ and de-stress. Start with these little tips and your house will be spotless in no time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;•    Freshen and sharpen your garbage disposal by grinding lemon peel, baking soda and pieces of ice while running the water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;•    Dust your vents and fans to keep your air clean and reduce allergens. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;•    Clean your dishwasher by running it empty with vinegar or baking soda in place of the soap. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;•    Vacuum your mattress to get rid of dust. Then flip it to keep it from sinking in on one side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;•    Sort through your containers of makeup, hair products and lotions. Throw out anything that’s expired, separated or out of style. Be especially careful with products you use around your eyes and mouth like lipstick and mascara.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;•    Dip cotton swabs in bleach to clean the tight spaces in and around sinks, ovens and refrigerators. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One last thing – start with a room you know you can clean in an hour or less. That way, your accomplishment will keep you motivated!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-8817209497995373657?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/8817209497995373657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=8817209497995373657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/8817209497995373657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/8817209497995373657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/09/cleaning.html' title='Cleaning'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SOIzXCUbvdI/AAAAAAAAARE/ND9PTn5hfcU/s72-c/cleaning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-4273853104568773873</id><published>2008-09-29T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:26:49.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Your Mother May Not Have Told You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SOFVlRxnNdI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/QlQBwfRqSRY/s1600-h/sneeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251572739405723090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SOFVlRxnNdI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/QlQBwfRqSRY/s320/sneeze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once you have children, you have to cross your legs prior to sneezing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am trying to develop this into something that looks graceful, like a plie. We could make it a ladylike standard to cross your legs when you feel a sneeze coming on and begin teaching it to our daughters at a very young age. Then, nobody would look at us weird or realize we are trying to prevent peeing our pants.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-4273853104568773873?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4273853104568773873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=4273853104568773873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/4273853104568773873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/4273853104568773873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/09/something-your-mother-may-not-have-told.html' title='Something Your Mother May Not Have Told You'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SOFVlRxnNdI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/QlQBwfRqSRY/s72-c/sneeze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-2911741932174459871</id><published>2008-09-17T12:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:29:25.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse This Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SNFZ8kVG15I/AAAAAAAAAQk/zqLMereusNY/s1600-h/DSC01094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247073937942566802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SNFZ8kVG15I/AAAAAAAAAQk/zqLMereusNY/s320/DSC01094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Excuse This Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some homes try to hide the fact&lt;br /&gt;that children shelter there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ours boasts of it quite openly&lt;br /&gt;the signs are everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For smears are on the windows&lt;br /&gt;Little smudges on the door,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should apologize I guess&lt;br /&gt;for the toys strewn on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I sat down with the children,&lt;br /&gt;we played and laughed and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the doorbell doesn't shine&lt;br /&gt;Their eyes will shine instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For when at times I am forced to choose&lt;br /&gt;the one job or the other,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a homemaker&lt;br /&gt;but first I'll be a mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom's friend Sharon made me a beautiful glass portrait with that poem etched on it. It brings tears to my eyes.... But look at those big eyes and you can see why I don't always get all the things done that I want in a day. I would rather make those eyes light up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247074493300657490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SNFac5MyzVI/AAAAAAAAAQs/w4b0WgOQ1y4/s320/DSC01089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-2911741932174459871?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/2911741932174459871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=2911741932174459871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/2911741932174459871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/2911741932174459871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/09/excuse-this-home.html' title='Excuse This Home'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SNFZ8kVG15I/AAAAAAAAAQk/zqLMereusNY/s72-c/DSC01094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-4260294547185198133</id><published>2008-09-16T07:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T08:18:56.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 5 in 10 Chicken Breast Cookbook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SM_A6k5YMsI/AAAAAAAAAQc/7dtVgngB7oY/s1600-h/5+in+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246624203479200450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SM_A6k5YMsI/AAAAAAAAAQc/7dtVgngB7oY/s320/5+in+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Carson and I went to the library and I happened to pick this book up from the cookbook section. Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend this book if you don't like to spend a lot of time on dinner or a lot of money at the grocery store. All the recipes have 5 ingredients or less and they are quick to make (hence the title). --I have always wanted to use the word 'hence'. I feel so medieval.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am becoming more organized and wrote out my dinners for the next ten days along with picking up all the ingredients. I have promised Justin that we will not eat chicken more than two days in a row... luckily his dad has supplied us with quantities of buffalo. If only I could find a 5 in 10 buffalo cookbook I would be set.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the recipe I tried so far and it was surprisingly tasty... very German tasting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAUTEED CHICKEN WITH CARAWAY SEED AND ONIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 skinless, boneless chicken breast halves&lt;br /&gt;Salt and freshly ground pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 large onion&lt;br /&gt;3 Tablespoons butter&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon caraway seed&lt;br /&gt;1 cup dry white wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pound chicken breasts slightly to flatten evenly. Season with salt and pepper. Thinly slice onion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat butter in large frying pan. Add chicken and cook over medium-high heat, turning once, until browned, about 2 mins per side. Push the chicken to one side of the pan, add onion and caraway seed and stir to coat with butter. Cover and cook over medium heat until onion is softened, 2 to 3 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add the wine and cook over medium heat, uncovered, until the chicken is cooked through and liquid is slightly reduced, 2 to 3 mins longer. Season with salt and pepper to taste and serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy and VERY QUICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-4260294547185198133?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4260294547185198133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=4260294547185198133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/4260294547185198133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/4260294547185198133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/09/5-in-10-chicken-breast-cookbook.html' title='The 5 in 10 Chicken Breast Cookbook'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SM_A6k5YMsI/AAAAAAAAAQc/7dtVgngB7oY/s72-c/5+in+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-4133834540532420962</id><published>2008-09-14T14:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T07:19:54.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SM2CbWt2MeI/AAAAAAAAAQU/bw68nMjsAtA/s1600-h/DSC07234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245992547422450146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SM2CbWt2MeI/AAAAAAAAAQU/bw68nMjsAtA/s320/DSC07234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carson turned 8 months old the other day and I thought I should put on some updates. Wow, time really flies when you are having fun. Lately, all my days are fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He sits up straight and tall now--this really has made his and my life easier. I can pretty much sit him anywhere... counter, table, chairs and he is happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Although not crawling yet (thank goodness) he gets in the crawl position and if very motivated he will army crawl to get what he wants. The spoiled kid does not do that often though because mommy gives in and reaches it for him. I know, bad mommy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is eating baby food but still struggling with anything with too thick of a consistency. I gave him a baby food from someone at church today after being reassured it dissolves in his mouth quickly...he choked, then threw up during Sunday School. I was lectured by daddy on my spontaneity with trying new things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He pretty much always has his feet crossed (see below). I think it is SO CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SM2CTxc_6wI/AAAAAAAAAQM/pl-EhWhB83w/s1600-h/DSC07233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245992417160588034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SM2CTxc_6wI/AAAAAAAAAQM/pl-EhWhB83w/s320/DSC07233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;"mommy" is still not a popular part of his vocabulary. He can say it alright but it is more funny to him to say "dada dada" when I try to coax him into saying "mama"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves 5 Little Speckled Frogs, Kumbayah to fall asleep to, and any songs sang directly to him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;His new favorite music appears to be Carrie Underwood, when she comes on he pays FULL ATTENTION...sorry Daddy Metallica just doesn't cut it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He thinks coughing and laughing are the same thing. If you cough, he laughs. If you laugh, he coughs. Or maybe he just thinks the best medicine is laughter... hey he could be a genius.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He had his first ear infection. We caught it early because he looked right at me, starting crying and pulling his left ear. Great communication skills.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;If there is a wet washcloth around, watch out.... he will scratch, climb, pinch, twist and turn, and even attempt flying to get to it and put in his mouth. We bring two washcloths to bath time or else the entire event becomes a tugging contest and not much cleaning occurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SM2CNNc6o8I/AAAAAAAAAQE/3-PGzwgAuco/s1600-h/big+blues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245992304417350594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SM2CNNc6o8I/AAAAAAAAAQE/3-PGzwgAuco/s320/big+blues.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Current weight: 15 lbs Current height: 26.5 inches &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Money spent at Children's Place on outfits he just had to have: let's hope my husband never asks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Times those big blue eyes have melted my heart: zillions &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The smile on his face when he has yet another blow out at church and it is dripping down his leg and onto my lap: PRICELESS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-4133834540532420962?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4133834540532420962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=4133834540532420962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/4133834540532420962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/4133834540532420962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/09/eight-months.html' title='Eight Months'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SM2CbWt2MeI/AAAAAAAAAQU/bw68nMjsAtA/s72-c/DSC07234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-617338110373901858</id><published>2008-09-10T17:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:49:38.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SMh5LCzJpOI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IfTG2oDaL1s/s1600-h/DSC07229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244574996709876962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SMh5LCzJpOI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IfTG2oDaL1s/s320/DSC07229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We are back... it was SO great to see my husband. Carson got the biggest toothless grin anyone ever saw.&lt;br /&gt;But I already miss my family.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way they interact with Carson and how he lights up around them.&lt;br /&gt;I love my brother's absolutely fabulous cooking and watching the little boy that used to tag around behind me have a Proud Papa glow.&lt;br /&gt;I love how my mom has the most unselfish, tender heart in the world. She can make Carson laugh quicker than anyone. Someday I want to be just like her.&lt;br /&gt;I love seeing my little sister nurture the kids. She would give her nephews anything. She loves to cuddle Carson. She is not a morning person but if you bring the baby to wake her up she is all smiles.&lt;br /&gt;I love Pops always wanting to do everything to help everyone. I will miss the mornings where everyone else was at work and he would have his "Carson time" before going in. Oh yeah, and he kept bringing me fair scones.&lt;br /&gt;I love how Beth loves my brother so much and "gets" him.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't say enough about my nephews Shawn and Xarik. Xarik already has a little personality. He looks you right in they eye and smiles big. Shawn talks to Carson like he is a big kid... and plays with him. He asks him questions like Carson can answer. "We are going for a walk, Carson, are you excited?" "Do you want to play with the turtles Carson?" Carson gets so excited when he is around he starts flapping his arms and for a second you may believe he is actually going to fly.&lt;br /&gt;Last night Shawn was pretending to cook (like his dad) and brings Carson a paper cup "I made this drink special just for you Carson" So cute! Shawn also says "Now I have three babies to take care of. Xarik, Carson and the baby in Kris' tummy."&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-617338110373901858?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/617338110373901858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=617338110373901858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/617338110373901858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/617338110373901858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-are-back.html' title='We are Back'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SMh5LCzJpOI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IfTG2oDaL1s/s72-c/DSC07229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-6113812329213371895</id><published>2008-09-05T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T12:22:50.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SMGF1XyzDSI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ryvZMzaSiU0/s1600-h/gramps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242618593202605346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SMGF1XyzDSI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ryvZMzaSiU0/s320/gramps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              Gramps and Carson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is beautiful this week in Puyallup, 70 degrees and sunny... a rare occurrence up here in the rainy state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carson and I decided to take a walk yesterday. It ended up being a pretty long walk because I thought I could find a secret neighborhood or make a cool discovery. That did not happen. We were walking along with a lot of traffic most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, I noticed a man come out from a side street. He was pretty far behind me but something about him made me feel a little nervous. I reassured myself and walked on... pushing Carson a little bit faster which was ok by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned a few streets on the way back to my parents, low and behold "weird guy" was still behind us and getting a little closer. Again, I reassured myself. We were on a busy street, he was probably just walking this way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked back nervously a few times as I got closer to the house. My parents live on a dead end that is gated. As I turned up the dead end I look behind and saw the guy starting to jog up a little. This was not reassuring. The gap was closing even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he turned down the dead end behind me my anxiety increased. I knew Pops was home so I called his cell phone. No answer. I called the house phone. Still no answer. Now I felt truly nervous. I fumbled with the gate that turns into their condos. Once inside the gate I felt a little more relaxed. Surely this guy would see the gate and turn around. Plus, I was getting close to the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I turned around I saw the guy come through the gate. Panic set in. I practically ran.. the garage was open. I pushed Carson into garage, quickly grabbed him out of the stroller (waking him) and closed the garage. Then I ran up to the front door and locked it... I saw the guy outside the front window looking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran upstairs calling "DAD! DAD"... poor guy... he had shampoo in his heard the panic in my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dad, someone was following me and they are right outside the house!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is he tall and dark haired with black t-shirt?" he asks from the other side of the door as he looks out of his bedroom window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's the neighbor." ha... relief. Immediate feelings of stupidity. But, more relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good laugh. If you saw the guy though and he had followed you for about a mile and a half you would have felt a little worried too. Trust me. And what are the odds he lives in the same condos??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-6113812329213371895?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/6113812329213371895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=6113812329213371895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/6113812329213371895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/6113812329213371895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/09/stalker.html' title='Stalker'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SMGF1XyzDSI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ryvZMzaSiU0/s72-c/gramps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-810746518086365699</id><published>2008-09-04T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T09:16:38.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frequent Flyer</title><content type='html'>No pics to upload yet... but Carson and I are in Washington hanging out with the family and having a fabulous time!&lt;br /&gt;My little frequent flyer was a pro on the flight again. In fact, at the end of the flight a lady turned around and said "I want to see this sweet baby who was so good." That's my boy!&lt;br /&gt;We flew in with the BYU Cougar Tour group, they were flying out to see the Cougs play the UW Huskies. There were almost 150 people on the tour. All BYU alum.&lt;br /&gt;My little sis couldn't leave work right away and she was supposed to help me get the bags since I had two suitcases and a carseat and stroller and Carson... plus diaper bag of course. When she called I reassured her... don't worry, I just flew in with every bishop and stake president in Utah. They are breaking their backs to see who can help me the most! There were actually 4 men standing by me at the baggage belt practically fighting each other to see who could be the biggest help. We were in good hands.&lt;br /&gt;We miss Justin though. This morning when he called and I put him on speakerphone Carson just lit up... his arms start flapping, he started talking and smiling and straining to reach the phone. Carson is sure a daddy's boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-810746518086365699?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/810746518086365699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=810746518086365699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/810746518086365699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/810746518086365699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/09/frequent-flyer.html' title='Frequent Flyer'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-7537826517333417070</id><published>2008-09-02T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T09:23:17.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SL1lyWPO2AI/AAAAAAAAAPU/1oKWLJrzQpE/s1600-h/jeremy+ranch+utah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241457456966457346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SL1lyWPO2AI/AAAAAAAAAPU/1oKWLJrzQpE/s320/jeremy+ranch+utah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a terrific weekend. One where everything just works out great. It started on Thursday. Some friends of mine had a condo in Jeremy Ranch for the week and offered to let us use it Thursday and Friday night! What incredible friends I have!&lt;br /&gt;Carson and I drove up Thursday afternoon while J was at work. We went for a lot of walks around the beautiful neighborhood. I try not to get jealous of homes I can not possibly afford at this time in my life. But wow! I would love to live up there. It was so gorgeous and quiet and Carson loved walking around.&lt;br /&gt;It was actually less of a commute for J to come there after work so we had fun. We took Carson into the pool for his first time. It was a little chilly but he loved it. So far this kid has expressed no fear of anything.&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, Carson and I got up and went on a long long walk. He just loves being outside and now that he can sit upright in his stroller and see everything he couldn't be more content. Then we went to the outlets. Carson made a LOT of friends at the outlets. People and kids kept coming up and talking to him, and he loved the attention.&lt;br /&gt;After work, J and I played games and picked up food to go and went on another long walk. It was very relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;We left Saturday morning and spent all day just hanging out and enjoying our little family. Then on Sunday it was my friend Jill's bday. I made my first layered cake. It was a delicious mess! This was quite an accomplishment for me. I am not so good at the whole Betty Crocker baking thing. I was going to start the cake before church and was all excited, only to discover that the round pans I thought I had to make the cake in were actually PIE PANS! So, I had to borrow some from a neighbor who gave me very specific instructions. The whole kitchen was a frosting disaster ever... but it was fun and could quite possibly induce a sugar coma.&lt;br /&gt;We spent Sunday barbequing with Jill and Steve and playing games. Carson gave Jill lots of birthday kisses which was very sweet. I am still waiting for my kisses. Apparently, I am not high up on the priority list:)&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday we saw Justin's cousin Jessica's baby girl. She is so cute! Just 4 weeks old. We ended up going to a bbq with Tom and Liz and their 2 week old baby, Jessica and Katelyn, Nick and Essie and Andrew and Liesel, and Cam and Liz (and baby Shellum in Liz's tummy). We had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;What a fabulous weekend! And I leave for Washington for a week tomorrow.... get to see my family again and go to Kristin's baby shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-7537826517333417070?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/7537826517333417070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=7537826517333417070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/7537826517333417070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/7537826517333417070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/09/great-weekend.html' title='Great Weekend'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SL1lyWPO2AI/AAAAAAAAAPU/1oKWLJrzQpE/s72-c/jeremy+ranch+utah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-3534529559652841250</id><published>2008-08-26T13:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:02:54.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Love of Balloons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238933598316971458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SLRuWcGKxcI/AAAAAAAAAO8/O8ybOgDoA9Q/s320/balloons+aug.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Carson loved the balloons we got for Daddy's birthday. We had five in the back of the car with him on the ride home from the store. He was in complete awe. When we got home, he was asleep and holding the strings with both hands. It was difficult to get him out of the car withouth the balloons tagging along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we got set up for J's bday, Carson just stared at the balloons. Then, trauma occurred. His favorite balloon caught in the fan! You should have seen the panic in his face. I think he may have believed they were alive. Luckily, since he is only 7 months, he was easily distracted with another balloon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing has ever been more hilarious in his life than Daddy bumping the balloons with his face. Who knew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238934538157240274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SLRvNJRjL9I/AAAAAAAAAPE/oQf8Xmt43R4/s320/balloons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-3534529559652841250?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/3534529559652841250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=3534529559652841250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/3534529559652841250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/3534529559652841250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-love-of-balloons.html' title='For the Love of Balloons'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SLRuWcGKxcI/AAAAAAAAAO8/O8ybOgDoA9Q/s72-c/balloons+aug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-1905257120174398968</id><published>2008-08-26T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T13:49:20.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SLRYB9TD1oI/AAAAAAAAAO0/tOHMMp-8TaU/s1600-h/key.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238909057196349058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SLRYB9TD1oI/AAAAAAAAAO0/tOHMMp-8TaU/s320/key.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday afternoon I had a typical "April" moment. I went out to check my mail and locked the door behind me. Smart. I was so happy that I had brought Carson with me though I was not very upset. See, he was in his high chair playing happily when I decided to check the mail. Last minute, I thought I would bring him with me and went back and grabbed him. Can you imagine if I would have locked him in??? The broken window would have been expensive to replace.&lt;br /&gt;So, Carson and I walked up to a neighbors and hung out. We called J and he came home early. That was fun. Maybe I should lock myself out more often.&lt;br /&gt;The advice Justin gave me was that if I ever lock Carson in is to not break the window but kick in the door instead. Thanks, Honey. I will make sure that happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-1905257120174398968?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1905257120174398968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=1905257120174398968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/1905257120174398968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/1905257120174398968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/08/yesterday-afternoon-i-had-typical-april.html' title=''/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SLRYB9TD1oI/AAAAAAAAAO0/tOHMMp-8TaU/s72-c/key.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-1423472962519763266</id><published>2008-08-20T08:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T08:34:24.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Son is a Future Redneck</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SKwzMolpW8I/AAAAAAAAAOs/dCZ1QKRL2yw/s1600-h/DSC00845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236616758871808962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SKwzMolpW8I/AAAAAAAAAOs/dCZ1QKRL2yw/s320/DSC00845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Need I say more?&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had a great time at the cabin at the Archery Deer Hunt Opener this weekend. The guys were up way before the sun every morning, hiking around the mountain...doing the things guys do when they get all dressed up in their camo "costumes".&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;Here are a few things I learned this weekend:&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;p&gt;Zack is moving to Texas to live in a camper trailer and hunt domestic pigs gone wild--seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After sleeping in a loft with 4 adults, 2 children and a baby... I will never complain again when my husband wakes me by flipping over. Also, air mattresses are very loud when you toss and turn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grandpa Mark has been trying to install a working toilet since I met Justin four years ago. We still need to dump a bucket of water in it to flush.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently, the corn muffins I made were for "poor" people. But, it is perfectly kosher to eat Vienna Sausages for breakfast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The closest we saw to a bear was Grandpa Marlo... when he growls. However, Tyler actually saw a mama bear and two babies. As wonderful an experience as that may have been, I will pass on seeing bears in the wild. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As much as I think my cooking skills are improving, even using their recipes, I will never cook as good as Susan or Grandma May.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't let Tyler go through the food line first, he will get 3 1/2 of the 4 lb roast before anyone else gets a turn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esther is better at word games than me. Oh yeah, and as she states "I win a lot". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cody is a card hustler.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I discovered something else, but I think it is still a secret. A three year old told me the secret though!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The air is definitely fresher up there! The food tastes better... there is nothing so peaceful and wonderful as hanging out at the cabin where the only chaos is that caused by the family!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-1423472962519763266?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1423472962519763266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=1423472962519763266' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/1423472962519763266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/1423472962519763266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-son-is-future-redneck.html' title='My Son is a Future Redneck'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SKwzMolpW8I/AAAAAAAAAOs/dCZ1QKRL2yw/s72-c/DSC00845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-7732621888074202364</id><published>2008-08-12T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T15:31:25.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Your Benefit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SKIObM2nQ3I/AAAAAAAAAOc/gchlPQkc4PY/s1600-h/DSC07178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233761577427485554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SKIObM2nQ3I/AAAAAAAAAOc/gchlPQkc4PY/s320/DSC07178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SKIOio6sDdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-0AYeuKYEEI/s1600-h/bubbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233761705219853778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SKIOio6sDdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-0AYeuKYEEI/s320/bubbles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While doing dishes today, I discovered something that everyone needs to know. Cooling Racks DO NOT make good bubble wands. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As I was washing my cooling rack (see above)... I was intrigued with how the soap spread out over each square. Thinking I was ingenious (and trying to keep Carson entertained so I could finish), I decided to twirl around with it REALLY fast and make bubbles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was not successful. In fact, I created much more work for myself as there was soap ALL OVER the kitchen. My phone which was charging nearby got soaked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But Carson was smiling. Sometimes I wonder what he is thinking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-7732621888074202364?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/7732621888074202364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=7732621888074202364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/7732621888074202364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/7732621888074202364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-your-benefit.html' title='For Your Benefit'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SKIObM2nQ3I/AAAAAAAAAOc/gchlPQkc4PY/s72-c/DSC07178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-52954553816482076</id><published>2008-08-11T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T11:34:55.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SKBymI7TrQI/AAAAAAAAAOM/xPLQe4a9vk0/s1600-h/DSC07176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233308766561348866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SKBymI7TrQI/AAAAAAAAAOM/xPLQe4a9vk0/s320/DSC07176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Despite all of our best efforts, Carson's blankets always end up wrapped around his head. If we move them, he wakes up. He loves to nuzzle down deep in his blankets. This causes major concerns every night... I think Daddy checks on him at least 4 times a night and moves the blankets they are not completely wrapped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SKBxjdTlssI/AAAAAAAAAOE/26m3ovRHH2I/s1600-h/DSC07162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233307620980667074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SKBxjdTlssI/AAAAAAAAAOE/26m3ovRHH2I/s320/DSC07162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carson already loves his books...just like mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-52954553816482076?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/52954553816482076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=52954553816482076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/52954553816482076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/52954553816482076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/08/sleepy-head.html' title='Sleepy Head'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SKBymI7TrQI/AAAAAAAAAOM/xPLQe4a9vk0/s72-c/DSC07176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-9120656198655257338</id><published>2008-08-09T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T08:47:42.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I recently read a book that said that once you become a mother, there are no perfect days but a million perfect moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have been working on focusing more on those perfect moments. I realize they usually occur when I am thinking of things I SHOULD be doing. Like dishes, cooking, or whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I already had my perfect moment today. I am sure there will be others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I laid Carson on my bed and laid next to him. For some reason, this tickles him... maybe because I am at his level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He was getting tired and I thought "I should put him in his crib so I can start cleaning."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I paused and stared into his big, beautiful blue eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He reached out and took my hand and stared back. He continued to stare at me until he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So sweet and innocent. How lucky I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-9120656198655257338?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/9120656198655257338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=9120656198655257338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/9120656198655257338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/9120656198655257338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/08/perfect-moments.html' title='Perfect Moments'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-5762806565696915854</id><published>2008-08-04T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T09:01:01.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SJclFz9Dd1I/AAAAAAAAAN0/fRHVak8C2X8/s1600-h/cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230690273989982034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SJclFz9Dd1I/AAAAAAAAAN0/fRHVak8C2X8/s320/cupcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned 33 yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I went to blow out my candle and make my wish.&lt;br /&gt;I looked around.&lt;br /&gt;Some good friends had come over to celebrate and made me a yummy chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;My husband was smiling and had worked so hard to spoil me and give me the best birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Then my sweet little baby boy stared at me. Last year on my birthday I found out he was a boy. He was healthy and smiley and happy. Last year when I blew out my candles I put everything I had inside me into that wish. It had come true.&lt;br /&gt;I paused. Justin saw my hesitation. "Wish for a wakeboarding boat!"&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah a wakeboarding boat... that would be fun. I blew out the candle.&lt;br /&gt;Someone else can have my wish this year though. I don't really need a wakeboarding boat.&lt;br /&gt;Here's to FABULOUS 33!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-5762806565696915854?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/5762806565696915854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=5762806565696915854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/5762806565696915854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/5762806565696915854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/08/birthday-wish.html' title='Birthday Wish'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SJclFz9Dd1I/AAAAAAAAAN0/fRHVak8C2X8/s72-c/cupcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-749148521072881555</id><published>2008-08-02T07:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T07:52:16.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamma Mia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SJRzD6QIJZI/AAAAAAAAANs/C59v7BInC9A/s1600-h/mamma+mia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SJRzD6QIJZI/AAAAAAAAANs/C59v7BInC9A/s320/mamma+mia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229931578297689490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fun Friday night! First, my friend Nikki and I tried a new restaurant... India Fusion in Jordan Landing. Delish! Nikki loves Indian food and her husband does not... we went to Indian Food for book club one month but I was pregnant and nauseated and it was not so good. This experience was MUCH better. I highly recommend #10 chicken.. the coconut milk one with Plain nan. YUM!&lt;br /&gt;Then we went and saw Mamma Mia (the movie) with her sister and niece and Jayna and her mom and another friend from Nikki's work. Well, I had heard from a few people that it was corny and silly and had no substance. And that Pierce Brosnan should never try to sing. Needless to say, I was a little skeptical going in...BUT, I LOVED IT!&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun. Yes, it is musical to the core. They break out in song as some of the silliest moments. But it was energetic and the music was great. Just a fun girls night. I wanted to stand up and dance in the theater.&lt;br /&gt;I do have to agree though that Pierce's job is to just look good and keep his mouth shut. It was hilarious when he tried to sing. He put in such an effort but you could tell he was trying not to laugh at himself the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful to have a husband who tells me to get out and have fun too! Although I seriously had "Dancing Queen" in my head all night. Also, while Nikki's niece Anya was only 4 all the suggestive humor was way over her head, I would think twice about bringing tweens or teens...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-749148521072881555?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/749148521072881555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=749148521072881555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/749148521072881555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/749148521072881555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/08/mamma-mia.html' title='Mamma Mia'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SJRzD6QIJZI/AAAAAAAAANs/C59v7BInC9A/s72-c/mamma+mia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-3147358612589030655</id><published>2008-07-31T14:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T15:13:42.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Face Only A Mother Could Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SJI4P5etzOI/AAAAAAAAANI/b9Ik9AqRMbw/s1600-h/250px-Fredkruegermoviefirst.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SJI4P5etzOI/AAAAAAAAANI/b9Ik9AqRMbw/s320/250px-Fredkruegermoviefirst.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229303963109412066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SJI10FV3sJI/AAAAAAAAANA/z_7aZxyrJec/s1600-h/DSC00766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SJI10FV3sJI/AAAAAAAAANA/z_7aZxyrJec/s320/DSC00766.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229301286233944210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SJI1qEM154I/AAAAAAAAAM4/XXD4a4HXb6c/s1600-h/DSC00795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SJI1qEM154I/AAAAAAAAAM4/XXD4a4HXb6c/s320/DSC00795.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229301114128951170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SJI02St2pGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fdGnovZdMzs/s1600-h/DSC00761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SJI02St2pGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fdGnovZdMzs/s320/DSC00761.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229300224672310370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had a friend (who shall remain nameless) recently comment that Carson looks like Freddy Krueger. This is not a compliment. I am going to assume that she was joking!&lt;br /&gt;Although Carson now makes some pretty funny faces (he likes to feel his new teeth coming in with his tongue) he is WAY CUTER THAN FREDDY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-3147358612589030655?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/3147358612589030655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=3147358612589030655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/3147358612589030655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/3147358612589030655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/07/face-only-mother-could-love.html' title='A Face Only A Mother Could Love'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SJI4P5etzOI/AAAAAAAAANI/b9Ik9AqRMbw/s72-c/250px-Fredkruegermoviefirst.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-8130419917561394212</id><published>2008-07-21T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T10:00:51.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pantry Pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SITAm8a7X5I/AAAAAAAAAL4/rfCf0w0qbwQ/s1600-h/DSC00689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SITAm8a7X5I/AAAAAAAAAL4/rfCf0w0qbwQ/s320/DSC00689.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225513242943250322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you just give in to your little Type A personality needs.. it truly is fulfilling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-8130419917561394212?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/8130419917561394212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=8130419917561394212' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/8130419917561394212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/8130419917561394212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/07/pantry-pride.html' title='Pantry Pride'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SITAm8a7X5I/AAAAAAAAAL4/rfCf0w0qbwQ/s72-c/DSC00689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-572819495962038677</id><published>2008-07-15T11:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T11:32:35.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrabble Tiles Made Sassy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SHzrwt_2WuI/AAAAAAAAALg/bj2q0_bnAaY/s1600-h/DSC00671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SHzrwt_2WuI/AAAAAAAAALg/bj2q0_bnAaY/s320/DSC00671.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223308890056579810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw these on somebody else's blog and loved them! So, I ordered a few. They are pendants made out of scrabble tiles. Right now, they have a &lt;strong&gt;buy two get one free &lt;/strong&gt;special and they were very inexpensive. I had several compliments when I wore one on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Very creative...one of those "Why didn't I think of that?"--oh yeah, cause you are not artistic and creative like that. I have always loved Scrabble (the one game I consistently can beat Justin at but it is not so fun to play because each one of his turns takes TEN WHOLE MINUTES)..anyway, they are at:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="www.homestudio.etsy.com"&gt;www.homestudio.etsy.com&lt;/a&gt; and I am going on today to order a few more for my mom and sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SHzr3oQ63oI/AAAAAAAAALo/-PJEUr9qQ_o/s1600-h/DSC00672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SHzr3oQ63oI/AAAAAAAAALo/-PJEUr9qQ_o/s320/DSC00672.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223309008776650370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-572819495962038677?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/572819495962038677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=572819495962038677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/572819495962038677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/572819495962038677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/07/scrabble-tiles-made-sassy.html' title='Scrabble Tiles Made Sassy!'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SHzrwt_2WuI/AAAAAAAAALg/bj2q0_bnAaY/s72-c/DSC00671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-6641723431572169059</id><published>2008-07-08T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T15:07:24.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Sis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SHPia8z3FwI/AAAAAAAAALI/lngdC8JBq_U/s1600-h/my+sis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SHPia8z3FwI/AAAAAAAAALI/lngdC8JBq_U/s320/my+sis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220765345680660226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby sis... She is ten years younger than me, so who would have thought that she would be having her first baby the same year as me? Yep, she is due November 23rd. Kristin will be turning 23 on July 18th, so she is she is old enough but she is SUCH THE BABY of the family! &lt;br /&gt;I adore my little sister. We have so much fun together and Carson just loves to cuddle up to her and get a break from the rest of us. We found out a few days before I was going to Washington that she will be having a baby boy! So three new boys in the family all in the same year.&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell from this picture but Kris is totally pissed at me here. We decided to go to this little festival in Orting on the 4th. Well, it was very TINY and not too exciting but I wanted to stay and she wanted to go (we have been through this a time or two). She pouted and whined the whole time until we left... but she was over it as soon as we got in the car. This was the only pic I got that day where she kinda cracked a smile. It is easy to feel like you are ten again when you are with your family. I think my mom told me twenty times that day not to pick on my sister:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SHPkQtind4I/AAAAAAAAALQ/u_GMYpLa2Ik/s1600-h/pouty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SHPkQtind4I/AAAAAAAAALQ/u_GMYpLa2Ik/s320/pouty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220767368806365058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to throw in a cute pic with Carson in his cowboy hat. It was almost dress code at this event. Actually, red suspenders were all the rage. I am not sure if it was a logging town or what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SHPkoxxuRtI/AAAAAAAAALY/MtuZirjUALU/s1600-h/carson+cowboy+hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SHPkoxxuRtI/AAAAAAAAALY/MtuZirjUALU/s320/carson+cowboy+hat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220767782260328146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-6641723431572169059?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/6641723431572169059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=6641723431572169059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/6641723431572169059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/6641723431572169059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-little-sis.html' title='My Little Sis'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SHPia8z3FwI/AAAAAAAAALI/lngdC8JBq_U/s72-c/my+sis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-3615750243602518569</id><published>2008-07-08T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T14:42:41.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SHPfRcw_nrI/AAAAAAAAALA/fMeNf_p6WDQ/s1600-h/funny+daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SHPfRcw_nrI/AAAAAAAAALA/fMeNf_p6WDQ/s320/funny+daddy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220761883924995762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SHPfLSPceGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/73MuLYr0BpY/s1600-h/laughing+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SHPfLSPceGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/73MuLYr0BpY/s320/laughing+car.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220761778020710498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no better sound in the world than a deep belly laugh from a baby. Here are some pics of Carson with the giggles. It does not hurt Daddy's ego any either to feel like the funniest guy in the world, even if all he is doing is shaking his head back and forth like a bobble doll and making toot noises! Yes, those are real tears in Carson' eyes from laughing so hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-3615750243602518569?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/3615750243602518569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=3615750243602518569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/3615750243602518569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/3615750243602518569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/07/funny-daddy.html' title='Funny Daddy'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SHPfRcw_nrI/AAAAAAAAALA/fMeNf_p6WDQ/s72-c/funny+daddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-2624547617203916228</id><published>2008-06-26T16:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:41:50.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Hobby</title><content type='html'>One thing I have noticed since I have been a stay at home mom for the last couple of months is how unorganized my house is. Well, I guess I always noticed but it was easier to forget about when I was jumping on a plane and staying at a hotel all the time. But now it is driving me crazy! &lt;br /&gt;Justin always thought I went a little crazy with the food cupboard. Occasionally, I just pulled everything out and put it in perfect rows with labels facing out. Nothing alphabetical or anything. It made me feel SO GOOD after. &lt;br /&gt;Now though I have all these organization goals but I get so frustrated... I love organization but I am terrible at getting it done. I get too overwhelmed. Even at work I used to want those nice little files and everything in its proper place but it would never work out.&lt;br /&gt;All of this leads me to my new hobby...looking up pictures of organized rooms. Seriously. One of my favorite websites is &lt;a href="http://www.easyclosets.com"&gt;www.easyclosets.com &lt;/a&gt;check out their showroom! It is what dreams are made of. I get so excited to look at all the rooms and closets and dream of the closets of my future. Unfortunately that is all I do. I have no idea where to start and Carson does not really let me work on any projects for too long. &lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and if these closets get you try www.ikea.com or else just do google searches for "organization".... &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need a professional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-2624547617203916228?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/2624547617203916228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=2624547617203916228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/2624547617203916228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/2624547617203916228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-new-fetish.html' title='My New Hobby'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-7448005143528736606</id><published>2008-06-20T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T21:16:58.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Bites</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SFx_hbBuDQI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Wcyy5dmkfkU/s1600-h/DSC06960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SFx_hbBuDQI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Wcyy5dmkfkU/s320/DSC06960.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214182680755571970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Misty came up from Arizona the other day on her way to a family reunion. It was SO fun to get the boys all together! Misty and I have been friends since 1st grade and she is really more like a sister... I think I have lived with her more years than I have lived with some members of my family.&lt;br /&gt;Her boys, J.R. and Jackson are 2 1/2 and 9 months. Look at the size comparison..ha ha. The best was when I was nursing Carson and Jackson came upstairs. He looks at Carson and then looks at me and says "Ow". I replied, "Yeah, it kinda hurts sometimes" He looks at me very concerned and says, "Baby biting your boobie."&lt;br /&gt;Kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-7448005143528736606?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/7448005143528736606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=7448005143528736606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/7448005143528736606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/7448005143528736606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/06/baby-bites.html' title='Baby Bites'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SFx_hbBuDQI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Wcyy5dmkfkU/s72-c/DSC06960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-7875005136766980939</id><published>2008-06-16T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T12:28:15.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Sorry Julie Buck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SFa8rHOr_FI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7Ybu8KhqNPM/s1600-h/high+school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SFa8rHOr_FI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7Ybu8KhqNPM/s320/high+school.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212561067588975698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a movie with some friends a couple of weeks ago. On it, the teen girls were very typically "awful" and mean to one girl. My friends related so much to the girl being teased and as I watched I realized that I used to be one of the "mean girls." Don't get me wrong, I also remember walking into the lunchroom as someone shouted "Don't trip over your chin." Or when my friends didn't want to sit at the same table as me because I was the target that week of the senior girls food throwing. But none of that excuses the fact that I was one of the mean girls myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Julie moved into our school she automatically came and wanted to sit with my group of friends. The audacity! Didn't she realize the social lines she was crossing. After all, none of us carried backpacks on our back...did she not see the Esprit logo across the bags that were permanently damaging the one shoulder we slung them over? We were so mean. Every week we gave her challenges that she would need to complete to be able to sit with us. For example, walk up to a popular football player and kiss him, take off her shirt when the elevator door opened. We assured her that we had all done similar things to be part of the "posse". It was so mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Julie, I am SO sorry. If it is any consolation I hope if I ever have daughters they are more like YOU and less like Me as teenagers. I also hope that wherever you are you are successful, happy, and laughing at the tough lessons many of my "so cool" friends had to learn about being better people! So, as you return from your world travels, speeding home in your Mercedes, with your two perfect children smiling at you... I hope you have the last laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS... apparently I was Too cool to even smile for the photo (I am on the far left). Why were "mall bangs" ever cool?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-7875005136766980939?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/7875005136766980939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=7875005136766980939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/7875005136766980939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/7875005136766980939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-sorry-julie-buck.html' title='I am Sorry Julie Buck!'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SFa8rHOr_FI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7Ybu8KhqNPM/s72-c/high+school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-1234613816162061011</id><published>2008-06-10T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:39:22.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranch Entertainment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-e6.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1657324662889121254&amp;amp;site=widget-e6.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1657324662889121254&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e6.slide.com/p1/1657324662889121254/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1657324662889121254&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e6.slide.com/p2/1657324662889121254/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=1657324662889121254&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e6.slide.com/p4/1657324662889121254/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great weekend at the ranch in Manila. Ever wonder what you would do without the tv for entertainment? Well, here it is. We made "air zerberts" and snapped pics. Even the kids joined in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-1234613816162061011?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1234613816162061011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=1234613816162061011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/1234613816162061011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/1234613816162061011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/06/ranch-entertainment.html' title='Ranch Entertainment'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-7336601528248112709</id><published>2008-06-06T12:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T13:02:09.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyebrow Waxing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SEmUdcxGIOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XjajHDnQ0s8/s1600-h/eyebrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208857677689921762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SEmUdcxGIOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XjajHDnQ0s8/s320/eyebrow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday I got my eyebrows waxed. I love getting my eyebrows waxed! Seriously. I may the only person in the world who gets so excited for it. Not just because of the end result either. I actually enjoy the pain. Weird huh? I love to lay back with anticipation, the smell of the wax, how it is all warm going on, the paper that they gently pat onto the wax. Then... ripppp! Adrenaline rush. It takes all of my self control not to ask to see the paper after they are done. Why would I want to see it? I don't know. But, I tried waxing at home before and it was a goopy mess but I was thrilled to see the little hairs on the strip after. Call me crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is that it is still tingling and hurting a bit and then they put that amazing creme on it. The creme smells great and sometimes I even get some baby powder after too. That is the best! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I don't like is when the person waxing has stinky breath! That is horrible. You would think if you were up in someone's face all day you would make sure and brush and floss. Unfortunately, 9 times out of 10 that is not the case though. It can ruin a truly wonderful experience. I also had a recent experience where it was very close to time to feed Carson and the lady waxing my brows leaned over me and put her elbow on my breast. She actually had her weight leaning on me. Quite uncomfortable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waxing your lip is quite the opposite. First of all, I usually don't tell them I want my lip waxed as well until we get into the room. The reason? Well, whatever you are getting done seems to get repeated to the whole salon...very loudly! Now, most women probably need to do something to take care of that little business that tends to creep up on us, but for some reason it is still embarrassing! We don't even like to admit it to each other. So, once in the room I will casually say, "Oh, can you wax my lip too?" I am even embarrassed to ask the ladies who do the waxing. The women who work at the salon that I go to are from Vietnam and they have the smoothest faces ever. I am sure they are thinking... poor hairy girl. How did she ever catch a husband?&lt;br /&gt;The pain on your lip is not the same and then they always do that last so I have to go out and pay looking like I just drank a gallon of red kool-aid. And everyone stares. Everytime. Sometimes I want to yell, "OK! So I got my lip waxed! Maybe you should do that sometime instead of sitting in your pedicure chairs staring at me!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-7336601528248112709?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/7336601528248112709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=7336601528248112709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/7336601528248112709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/7336601528248112709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/06/eyebrow-waxing.html' title='Eyebrow Waxing'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SEmUdcxGIOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XjajHDnQ0s8/s72-c/eyebrow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-524416438316918572</id><published>2008-05-30T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:00:54.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Try, Webster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SECGn82keyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ssP-mW6RPzg/s1600-h/webster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206309190148324130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SECGn82keyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ssP-mW6RPzg/s320/webster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice Try, Webster. But the word &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; doesn't even come close to describing how I feel about this little guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206309563810478898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SECG9s2kezI/AAAAAAAAAHo/holvuk2BSik/s320/DSC06791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I would not recommend anyone try to take away that teething ring...trust me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-524416438316918572?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/524416438316918572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=524416438316918572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/524416438316918572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/524416438316918572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/05/nice-try-webster.html' title='Nice Try, Webster'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SECGn82keyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ssP-mW6RPzg/s72-c/webster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-7697030152876987760</id><published>2008-05-29T11:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T11:08:11.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Quiz...Name Meanings</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What April Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. &lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. &lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are influential and persuasive. You tend to have a lot of power over people.&lt;br /&gt;Generally, you use your powers for good. You excel at solving other people's problems.&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, you do get a little selfish and persuade people to do things that are only in your interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&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/5944924866174372858-7697030152876987760?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/7697030152876987760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=7697030152876987760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/7697030152876987760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/7697030152876987760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/05/fun-quizname-meanings.html' title='Fun Quiz...Name Meanings'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-1727391823574831385</id><published>2008-05-28T09:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T09:39:29.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April May: Master Gardener</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SD2JqM2kexI/AAAAAAAAAHY/WtWO30q2HIE/s1600-h/DSC06788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205468102407781138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SD2JqM2kexI/AAAAAAAAAHY/WtWO30q2HIE/s320/DSC06788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So yesterday I learned that "annuals" does not mean that they will bloom "annually". Here I have been diligently watering and weeding my geraniums from last year. Everyone kept saying things were blooming late this year so I thought they were just a little late. Luckily, my kind neighbor with a green thumb educated me yesterday after I complained that my flowers were just not coming back. She inquired "Didn't you plant annuals last year?" I confidently replied "Yes."... well, the rest was a little embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;I will be pulling my dead roots out today and begging my husband to go flower shopping to save some embarrassment. My neighbors must have had a good laugh watching me out there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-1727391823574831385?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1727391823574831385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=1727391823574831385' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/1727391823574831385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/1727391823574831385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/05/april-may-master-gardener.html' title='April May: Master Gardener'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SD2JqM2kexI/AAAAAAAAAHY/WtWO30q2HIE/s72-c/DSC06788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-4158184718801629220</id><published>2008-05-23T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T08:36:30.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Jeans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SDbiUs2keoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2DsT2PWIYWM/s1600-h/jeans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203595264738491010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SDbiUs2keoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2DsT2PWIYWM/s320/jeans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok! I finally get it. For years I wondered why moms bought those ugly high waisted jeans that make your butt look flat and look like they are holding up "the girls". I purchased my first pair of Gloria Vanderbilt capris from Costco the other day and I actually had someplace to tuck in my jelly belly. All of the sudden, having your bum look cute takes less priority than storing the excess baby belly. When I try to wear my old jeans (most of which still don't fit) they are so low waisted that my postpartum stretched out flabby belly just kind of hangs in a mass lump. It is so HOT! Really. Not to mention when you sit down in the low waisted jeans you don't just see a cute little crack like on those teen girls but a muffin top back with wonderful stretch marks on the hips. So, moms out there, I am so sorry for judging you and your supposed lack of fashion sense for so many years! I get it. Tuck it in and cover it up. And then something I learned on dance team years ago when I was the only one who could not do the splits.... the bigger you smile the less likely anyone will look anywhere but your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203597107279461010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SDbj_82kepI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Bhkw_Hpd2nw/s320/smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-4158184718801629220?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4158184718801629220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=4158184718801629220' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/4158184718801629220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/4158184718801629220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/05/mom-jeans.html' title='Mom Jeans'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SDbiUs2keoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2DsT2PWIYWM/s72-c/jeans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5944924866174372858.post-5779176142803644878</id><published>2008-05-19T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T09:33:05.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I would gladly pay you Tuesday for a cheeseburger today."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SDGpl2VZXkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/bFFgIFQBLBs/s1600-h/cheeseburger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202125512295145026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SDGpl2VZXkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/bFFgIFQBLBs/s200/cheeseburger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many of you may already realize my love for cheeseburgers if you read Carson's blog regarding my labor. I haven't really been like this my whole life. I mean, I have always liked cheeseburgers but the fetish is getting ridiculous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I bought a stack of frozen burgers last week at the store. And I have had one EVERY SINGLE day since. This can not be conducive to my weight loss goals. But I really can not resist. I wake up excited for the time I get to eat my cheeseburger that day. Since the weekend, I have not been able to wait for lunch so I have made them for breakfast. Justin thought I was crazy as I went through my routine of pulling out the George Foreman, slicing onion and tomato, getting out cheese and so on until the burger met my expectations. He happily ate his apple cinnamon cheerios.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, I have tried to convince myself it is healthy. After all, I buy the extra lean ground beef, cook it on the Foreman so the fat drips out, and use heart healthy whole wheat buns. But who am I kidding? I have promised myself to buy turkey burgers this week...at least I am getting protein.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When will I get sick of them? Has anyone ever heard of a CHEESEBURGER ADDICT? I mean, is there an Anonymous group out there for that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944924866174372858-5779176142803644878?l=aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/feeds/5779176142803644878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5944924866174372858&amp;postID=5779176142803644878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/5779176142803644878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5944924866174372858/posts/default/5779176142803644878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilshowers-bringmayflowers.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-would-gladly-pay-you-tuesday-for.html' title='&quot;I would gladly pay you Tuesday for a cheeseburger today.&quot;'/><author><name>aprilmay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15924541124326236172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SUHkxQiKoCI/AAAAAAAAAas/VFYa2hYC_bc/S220/DSC01327.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7V9EyKTM2JA/SDGpl2VZXkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/bFFgIFQBLBs/s72-c/cheeseburger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
