<?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-3653774355087727289</id><updated>2011-11-21T19:32:20.017-08:00</updated><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/Sfs2uj2v4CI/AAAAAAAAAEk/JuQRjVlQ3gs/s1600-h/100_2210.JPG'/><title type='text'>Heather's Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-6435969757038453182</id><published>2011-11-19T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T22:05:40.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 things about ME... day 10</title><content type='html'>So, my all time, FAVORITE FOOD is.... Fettuccine Alfredo.   And not just any Fettuccine Alfredo... no, no, no my friend!  It has to be The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'s&lt;/span&gt; Fettuccine Alfredo.  It is DIVINE!  I ABSOLUTELY &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; IT!  I go there, about, 2 or 3 times (on my birthday, on my Anniversary, and maybe on 1 date night) a year.  And it is ALL I EVER GET!  I have tried other things, but I am always disappointed with what I order.  I am NEVER disappointed when I order THAT!  Y-U-M-M-Y!  And right now, I'm am wishing that I had the money to go and get some... maybe next month.  I can't hardly wait!  That's it for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-6435969757038453182?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/6435969757038453182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=6435969757038453182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/6435969757038453182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/6435969757038453182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2011/11/20-things-about-me-day-10.html' title='20 things about ME... day 10'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-8563181192567232243</id><published>2011-11-18T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T11:50:42.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 things about ME... day 9</title><content type='html'>We are now on Day 9... so here goes.  Some weird facts about me are that I love &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;corn&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;cob&lt;/span&gt;... I slather it on really thick.  It makes my husband gag and shudder when I do this.  I also like a fried egg sandwich's (and the yolk has to be broken when it is cooked) with mayo and grape jelly on the bread... this is another thing that makes my husband shudder and my 10 year old son likes it too!  (hehe)  Again, I could also eat a whole box of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T &lt;/span&gt;Mac and Cheese, not a very good thing to do, so I don't do it (very often, anyways)... but I could.&lt;div&gt;I know I eat other stuff that is weird, but I can't think of anything right now... maybe I'll think of something later...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-8563181192567232243?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/8563181192567232243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=8563181192567232243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/8563181192567232243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/8563181192567232243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2011/11/20-things-about-me-day-9.html' title='20 things about ME... day 9'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-1309173587587634140</id><published>2011-11-17T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T00:01:04.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 things about ME... day 8</title><content type='html'>So, here we are on day 8... and what time is it?  11:44 p.m... yeah, that's another problem I have... I procrastinate like you wouldn't believe.  I seem to wait until the very last minute to do things.  And it (or rather 'I') wasn't always like this, either.  It just happened over time... stuff happens, ya know?  I put off doing a craft project... or 2, or 3, or 20.  Yeah, you should see my craft box. Actually I think I have 2 or 3 of them floating around the house somewhere.  All with bits of things in them, wood things mostly... but who has the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;TIME &lt;/span&gt;to finish all of them?!  Not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;!!  I tell ya, having 5 kids takes a lot of time and throw in some pets (1 bird, 2 {freaking} bunnies, and 3 dogs), a house and all of the cleaning (which I do, just not a lot of the time), dishes and laundry... sheesh!  No wonder I don't have a lot of time.  Add in 2 different schools to get 3 kids to, at different times, and I'm running around all morning.  Then, when I pick them up, it's homework, homework, and even more homework!  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AARRGGHHH!&lt;/span&gt;  I'd like a weekend (heck, even a Saturday) that I don't have to take care of anyone and just have a little craft time by myself.  I actually get some time for myself, but I don't use it very often, 'cause I'm doing things for the 'other people' in the family, and I feel guilty if I have time for me, and not doing other things for the family... did ya get that or did that sound really, really odd?  Yeah, I feel guilty for not being the best or the most... whatever.  It's one of my faults.  I don't know where it came from.. but I'm stuck with it.  It's what I do and just who I am...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-1309173587587634140?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/1309173587587634140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=1309173587587634140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/1309173587587634140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/1309173587587634140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2011/11/20-things-about-me-day-8.html' title='20 things about ME... day 8'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-3963294889765008225</id><published>2011-11-16T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T18:10:29.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 things about ME... day 7</title><content type='html'>Day #7... I have a confession... I am... a total... Pack-Rat.  I save (literally) save everything.  And it really pains me to throw stuff away.  I have had bills in my file cabinet that were from 2002! (They have been {recently} dispatched by my husband) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt;?!...  I don't know!  You should really see my craft table... it has PILES OF PAPERS on it.  My husband can attest to that!  He HATES it! And when he try's to "fix it" or "move something", I feel like I'm going to have a 'conniption fit'.  I really hate it when he moves something... because that means "I" can't find it!  I know where everything is on the table, but when he gets near it... I start to hyperventilate (o.k., not really, but it feels like it sometimes).  As I type this, I am starting to get 'antsy' just thinking about it.  Yikes!  I really should do something about it... but I'll leave that for another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-3963294889765008225?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/3963294889765008225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=3963294889765008225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/3963294889765008225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/3963294889765008225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2011/11/20-things-about-me-day-7.html' title='20 things about ME... day 7'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-46415656316336878</id><published>2011-11-15T21:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T00:04:12.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 things about ME... day 6</title><content type='html'>Something else to know about me is that I wear 5 clips in my hair.  Why?  Because I have 5 kids, of course!  Doesn't everyone?  And the clips that I wear... well, they  reflect my children.  Oh, and I also color-coordinate my kids too (it just saves on them fighting over something and my sanity).   :)&lt;div&gt;Their favorite colors are as follows... The oldest (a girl) is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;, the next (oldest) one in line (a boy) is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;, the middlest (another girl) is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;, the next one (a boy) is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;, and the youngest (a girl) is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;.  Apparently I (or as my husband says) 'brainwashed' them into thinking that those were their favorite colors... well, I don't think so.  That's just the color that looked best on them when they were baby's.  And I just followed suit with keeping up the color scheme as they grew older.  Well, that's it for now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-46415656316336878?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/46415656316336878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=46415656316336878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/46415656316336878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/46415656316336878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2011/11/20-things-about-me-day-6.html' title='20 things about ME... day 6'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-1874603768624534351</id><published>2011-11-14T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T12:34:29.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 things about ME... day 5</title><content type='html'>Things to know about me day #5... As a kid, I remember my dad torturing me and giving me grilled onions to eat... I did NOT like them... but I did like onion rings.  Go figure!  So, now as an adult, I LOVE grilled onions and ONLY onion rings from Jack in the Box (but only as long as they are fresh).  Why do you ask?  Because they make them (at least most of the time) FRESH from the fryer.  They are the most delicious when &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;div&gt;Burger Kings has these little round rings and they don't taste all that great, Carl's Jr. makes them, but I don't care for those either... and McDonald's just doesn't even get into the game.  So there you have it... torture your kids NOW with different tastes so that when they grow-up they can do the same thing to their own kids  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-1874603768624534351?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/1874603768624534351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=1874603768624534351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/1874603768624534351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/1874603768624534351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2011/11/20-things-about-me-day-5.html' title='20 things about ME... day 5'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-2654880903718809363</id><published>2011-11-13T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T23:55:05.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 things about ME... day 4</title><content type='html'>My favorite color is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt;.  Good ol' fashioned &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue.&lt;/span&gt; 8 colors in a pack... crayon &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;.  And I remember when it was that I decided this... I was just a little girl, living in Pomona, Ca. and my Nana (my grandma) came out from Phoenix, Arizona to see me.  She took me to see 'Sleeping Beauty' at the movie theater.  This was in the late '70's to early '80's and it had been re-released to the movie theaters, so off we went.  &lt;div&gt;The only thing that I remember about that day was the big, huge scary Dragon spitting out &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;, and the Fairy Godmother's turning Princess Aurora's dress first to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;, and then to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;.  By the end of the movie, when Sleeping Beauty is dancing with her prince and the Fairy's are turning her dress from one color to the other, I realized, then and there, I was in love with the color &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt;. I have loved it ever since... and whenever I watch it with my kids, I remember, with fondness, my Nana...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-2654880903718809363?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/2654880903718809363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=2654880903718809363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/2654880903718809363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/2654880903718809363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2011/11/20-things-about-me-day-4.html' title='20 things about ME... day 4'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-4068057736588620535</id><published>2011-11-13T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T23:25:01.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 things about ME... day 3 (sorry it's on the wrong day)</title><content type='html'>Day 3 (which is actually on day 4, but whose keeping track)... is that I could EAT an entire box of Macaroni and Cheese all by myself... it wouldn't be good or smart of me to do it... but I could. There is just something about that cheesy powder and milk, that when it mixes together with the cooked macaroni... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;!  I remember as a little girl it being the only thing that I would eat other than chicken and cereal.  Just thinking about it makes me hungry for some... and it HAS to be 'Kraft' macaroni and cheese.  Not the fakey kind.  It's gotta be the 'REAL DEAL' or nothing.  And it has to be made with real milk and country crock butter.  It just tastes better that way! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-4068057736588620535?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/4068057736588620535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=4068057736588620535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/4068057736588620535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/4068057736588620535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2011/11/20-things-about-me-day-3-sorry-its-on.html' title='20 things about ME... day 3 (sorry it&apos;s on the wrong day)'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-1974984722299331672</id><published>2011-11-11T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T20:49:55.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 things about ME... day 2</title><content type='html'>Well, as I sit here and type (with only 1 hand, 'cause the other is holding little miss Holly baby) I'm trying to think of the second thing to know about me... and I guess that THING is that I love &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; almost as much as I love &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;  I love all the different decorations that are out there.  Especially the handmade ones.  Don't get me wrong... the store bought ones are cool too, but something that the regular person comes up with... I think that it sometimes is better or even more awesomer!  (is that even a real word? my spell check says *NO*) &lt;div&gt;Oohhh, and another thing is that I love the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; sparkly-ness&lt;/span&gt; of some of the crafts too!  Put some &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;glitter&lt;/span&gt; on a project and I am THERE!  I especially love the slogan 'if the Shoe fits!'  It just cracks me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-1974984722299331672?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/1974984722299331672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=1974984722299331672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/1974984722299331672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/1974984722299331672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2011/11/20-things-about-me-day-2.html' title='20 things about ME... day 2'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-621577726807223473</id><published>2011-11-10T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T23:32:49.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 things about ME... day 1</title><content type='html'>Well, one thing to know about me is that I *LOVE* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;!  I love the white lights that make it feel *classic*... I love the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; lights that bring out the *kid* in me... and I really love watching the Charlie Brown Christmas Special (I have it on D.V.D.).  &lt;div&gt;Whenever my husband and I pick out a tree for Christmas, I always have to have white lights on it... and my husband always HAS to have multi-colored lights on it (blinking, no less, but only 1 strand) so it works out great for both of us.  And one of my all-time *FAVORITE* movies to watch during the holiday season is '&lt;b&gt;While You Were Sleeping&lt;/b&gt;' with Sandra Bullock and Bill Pullman.  I absolutely ADORE this movie!  I could watch it all year long, but I limit myself to only after &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;n &lt;/span&gt;and before&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;.  I know... it's weird... but that's just me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-621577726807223473?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/621577726807223473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=621577726807223473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/621577726807223473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/621577726807223473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2011/11/20-things-about-me-day-1.html' title='20 things about ME... day 1'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-7878795974265845282</id><published>2011-05-27T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T12:49:34.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like to buy....</title><content type='html'>I like to buy stuff...  for everyone but me.  I need stuff, but it feels like I'm taking away from my family to actually buy &lt;b&gt;ME&lt;/b&gt; things.  And even when I don't have to buy stuff, I sometimes get this urge to buy stuff anyways.  It makes me feel good just to buy a $5 little toy for my Tinker 'Emmy' Bell or a $3 car for my Joey, for no other reason than 'just because'.  I like to go and cruise around Target (my favorite place to shop) and just look for stuff to buy... but not actually buy it (don't get me wrong, I do buy stuff every now and then, just not recently with the whole David's job thing).  I even like Walmart (but not my favorite, like Target is) because it is open 24 hours a day.  It's great!  I just wish they had Targets that did that.  And Walmart has a great selection of household cleaning stuff, cheaper than Target, but their clothes are awful!  Especially for little girls!  I just bought a pair of pants, size 5, for my little girl there and they are WAY TOO LOW DOWN IN THE FRONT!  I couldn't believe it.  For 5 year old little girl!  Now I need to return the pants.  Uggh!  This is where Target comes into play... THEY have a much better selection of clothes, and toys ( I should have gone there first).  So when I have to buy things like toilet paper, tissue, paper towels... you get the idea, I go to Walmart.  But when I need to buy clothes for everyone or shoes (for the littler kids), I go to Target.  You see, it's my favorite place to shop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-7878795974265845282?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/7878795974265845282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=7878795974265845282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/7878795974265845282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/7878795974265845282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-like-to-buy.html' title='I like to buy....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-3860642375198073629</id><published>2011-05-16T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T14:06:39.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I like...</title><content type='html'>On to things I like...   hearing my children laugh... especially at the 'freaking bunnies' (which I still am not totally sold on) taking off with someone's balloon and hopping around the room with the string in his mouth.  It WAS really funny.  Vader (short for Darth Vader) was hopping around the living room and just happened on to some string, which had a balloon attached to it.  Vader, not knowing this, probably 'cause he's a bunny, thought that the string tasted mighty nice and started to eat said string and as I'm talking to my sister-in-law Amy, I'm motioning Kiry to get the bunny OFF of the string... she starts to laugh, which in turn, leads to the other kids looking and laughing with delight too.  But I didn't want the bunny to eat the string ('cause it's not really string and even if it were, I'd still not want him to eat it) so I finally shoo him OFF the sting and the kids were sad.  Well, short story long, I'm trying to get the kids to bed and Kiry  says "Look Mom, the balloon."  I turn around and Vader, the 'Freaking Bunny', has got the sting and now the balloon is floating right above his cage and bouncing as he's eating the string in his cage!  Dang bunny!  Too fricken, chicken funny!  I guess ya gotta laugh at it, instead of cry about it!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-3860642375198073629?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/3860642375198073629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=3860642375198073629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/3860642375198073629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/3860642375198073629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2011/05/things-i-like.html' title='Things I like...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-8528063270836512139</id><published>2011-05-16T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T14:04:33.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What have I been up to...</title><content type='html'>Nothing.  Nada.  Zip... Zilch... Zoink?  J/k   I must do stuff, lots of stuff, just not blog entry stuff. I like to blog stalk and get great kid craft ideas, but do I do anything with them... Nope.  Not yet anyway.  It all comes down to $$, money, moollah, dinero, coins, that 'finger swipe' thing that everyone does for a money sign.  We ain't got NONE!  And I hate it!  And it's not like David doesn't have a job, 'cause he's got one!  It's just that we have too many bills, extra bills, and lots of student loan debt.  Not to mention that his work is in a constant state of NOT PAYING US!  It gets to one after awhile, like me, who pays the bills and who gets the calls of 'Why haven't you paid your mortgage yet?'  (this reminds me of Fat Tony asking Homer Simpson about his wife asking 'Where's the money honey?' 'How come I don't have the money, Honey?', 'When are you going to get the money, Honey?')   And as of right now, I don't care who knows it.  I don't care WHO I offend, if they read this.  This is MY blog and not "a lot"  :)   of people know about it.  So there.  Rant over, moving on...  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-8528063270836512139?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/8528063270836512139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=8528063270836512139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/8528063270836512139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/8528063270836512139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-have-i-been-up-to.html' title='What have I been up to...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-7385719712314972579</id><published>2010-12-28T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T13:22:17.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a BIG NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>Well, I haven't been blogging in a long, long, long time.... but I have been stalking other blogs along the way.  :)  So in true New Years fashion, my New Years Resolution is to start it up again.  Not the stalking part, the chance to do MY blog again.  For reals!  I'm even going to do some back issues for the months that I didn't do anything and that I have a ton of pictures for.  Just wait and see....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-7385719712314972579?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/7385719712314972579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=7385719712314972579' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/7385719712314972579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/7385719712314972579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-big-new-year.html' title='It&apos;s a BIG NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-912871170643444723</id><published>2010-06-07T20:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T20:46:55.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drum roll please.....</title><content type='html'>And now for the amniocentesis results.... Drum roll please..... it's...... NORMAL!  I am amazed!  I can't believe it.  With all the things this kid has put me through, and the 3 ultrasounds, and the amnio. itself, I'm so HAPPY!  I'm in shock.  Our last baby is going to be a healthy, baby.... get ready for it.... GIRL!  I actually alluded to this fact in one of the previous posts, but I don't know if anyone caught it.  &lt;div&gt;The second geneticist (Joan) who talked to me and David, was the one who broke the news to me (just a few minutes ago). They are still going to run a diagnostic test on something else with the amnio. stuff, but for now, there are no chromosomal problems with this kid!  Trisomy 13 and 21 are 'OUT OF HERE'!  Woo Hoo!  Now if I can just get this kid to be under 9 pounds, that would be incredible!  I'm so HAPPY!  She's going to be fine.  My factory parts are still working enough to get this kid here on this Earth!  Yea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for all of those who know, and prayed for us to be o.k.  It was a real blessing for our family.  And I'm especially grateful for my loving husband, David.  Who has put up with me for almost 15 years of marriage, and for knowing/being with me for almost 18 years.  I love you David, 'Siempre Jamas y un dia'  Loosely translated to mean 'Forever and a Day'.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-912871170643444723?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/912871170643444723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=912871170643444723' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/912871170643444723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/912871170643444723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2010/06/drum-roll-please.html' title='Drum roll please.....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-5092466193405719235</id><published>2010-05-27T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T15:41:37.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmy's 4th Birthday at Disneyland!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, for Emmy's 4th birthday, I decided that we were going to go to Disneyland. Since her pass was going to expire on that day, we wrangled Daddy to join us too. We dropped Joey off at Grandma Jeeps house to be babysat by Aunty Bridey, and off we went! I'll try to let the pictures do the talking with just a few captions. Enjoy! We certainly did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Waiting in line for the tram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7ZKdFKHuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/flqeVwIfe7c/s320/100_6213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476052970557284066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Emmy wanted to go on the Carousel first!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7ZLH9Hp7I/AAAAAAAAAHA/LRLzAJ9Q8no/s320/100_6215.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476052982066292658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Next was the Peter Pan ride! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7qjCNWlfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/i__HHE-2j6s/s320/100_6220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476072084538299890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     And after that&lt;/span&gt; was Dumbo!&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7ZLb3PsYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/jI8NXFUqaKQ/s320/100_6228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476052987410362754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Then we decided to go on to the Haunted Mansion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not really a good idea with a 4 year old.  She didn't really like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7qkutNr_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/8Fu1IauhikY/s320/100_6234.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476072113662963698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then we went to go to the Pirates of the Caribbean.  That was a lot more fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;Here's Emmy waving to the people on the ship that sails around the Tom Sawyers Island right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;before we went on Pirates!  You can even see someone waving back to her under the ropes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7qlGj7YfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ZNEEnJAd5qo/s320/100_6238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476072120066466290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Daddy really wanted to go on the Jungle Cruise next so off we went!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7ZMXXSV-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BqBuSfakDS0/s1600/100_6240.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/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7ZMXXSV-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BqBuSfakDS0/s320/100_6240.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476053003382446050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here are the pirana attacking near the boat!  But luckily they were only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;man eating pirana, so women and children were safe.  Whew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7uD_mX0hI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Zjy5QyHmiYA/s320/100_6255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476075949308498450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Waiting in line for the Autopia Cars ride!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7qkLAKG7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/jPzVppLzpoA/s320/100_6256.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476072104078744498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mom was in the car behind this one, so one of the workers took this!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7ZM0v0MpI/AAAAAAAAAHY/PtsCdKvaKWg/s320/100_6259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476053011269956242" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Here's Daddy looking back at Mommy with Emmy driving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7d3bZPKxI/AAAAAAAAAIA/wssZg-_LB_g/s1600/100_6262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7d3bZPKxI/AAAAAAAAAIA/wssZg-_LB_g/s320/100_6262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476058141245254418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Here's Mommy's car!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7qjelKbxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NthunsIhkns/s320/100_6264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476072092154359570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Next came Buzz Lightyear and the Astro Blasters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7d20F5_tI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9wJBmNTP_7k/s1600/100_6265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7d20F5_tI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9wJBmNTP_7k/s320/100_6265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476058130695192274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;A brief pit-stop at the rest room and off to It's a Small World!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;(which is in the background of the picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7d2SMzP7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/TPTJmJzEQE0/s1600/100_6267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7d2SMzP7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/TPTJmJzEQE0/s320/100_6267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476058121597304754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Emmy sees Tinkerbell and Peter Pan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7d1_pYSDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/dEQuQ7BfGHg/s1600/100_6272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7d1_pYSDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/dEQuQ7BfGHg/s320/100_6272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476058116616898610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Now we are in Pixie Hollow, where Tinkerbell lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;She wasn't home, so we took pictures in her garden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7d1Z3JRoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_9Z82ukhxJY/s1600/100_6280.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7d1Z3JRoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_9Z82ukhxJY/s1600/100_6280.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7d1Z3JRoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_9Z82ukhxJY/s320/100_6280.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476058106474088066" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Daddy and Emmy in the Big Giant leaves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7gjMHi4FI/AAAAAAAAAIo/gl1ZW5CIz8o/s1600/100_6284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7gjMHi4FI/AAAAAAAAAIo/gl1ZW5CIz8o/s320/100_6284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476061092082016338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Mommy and Emmy in the Big Giant leaves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7uEWIIn6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/mqPtCNKv7Po/s320/100_6286.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476075955355688866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7givUMgNI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7UzO451eHGs/s1600/100_6290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7givUMgNI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7UzO451eHGs/s320/100_6290.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476061084350447826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Emmy under the Blue Bells!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7giMRLoiI/AAAAAAAAAIY/xt_R14y7010/s1600/100_6292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7giMRLoiI/AAAAAAAAAIY/xt_R14y7010/s320/100_6292.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476061074942566946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Daddy trying to eat the little Emmy Pixie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7ghgNTeyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ciDVFVnNYDU/s1600/100_6293.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7ghgNTeyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ciDVFVnNYDU/s1600/100_6293.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7ghgNTeyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ciDVFVnNYDU/s320/100_6293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476061063115143970" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;On the way out of Pixie Hollow, Emmy-Tinkerbell decided to try and fly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7uElMpfPI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/pE5tYrH20Nk/s320/100_6298.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476075959401151730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     Here she is spreading her wings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7uFJpyGCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/WhqqwURYf84/s320/100_6299.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476075969187026978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;And she's off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7uFiBSzNI/AAAAAAAAAKg/zuIRxAdlA0s/s320/100_6300.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476075975728090322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Emmy and Daddy dancing before dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7ghF_vvAI/AAAAAAAAAII/9HfbsNmFkLs/s1600/100_6308.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7ghF_vvAI/AAAAAAAAAII/9HfbsNmFkLs/s320/100_6308.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476061056078953474" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7w6AjDkaI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ibvEWYU9opw/s1600/100_6307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7w6AjDkaI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ibvEWYU9opw/s320/100_6307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476079076299215266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7w5pd_YCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WQnZiJB5ErE/s1600/100_6306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7w5pd_YCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WQnZiJB5ErE/s320/100_6306.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476079070103953442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Emmy and her dancing moves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7w6sAd8cI/AAAAAAAAAK4/P4LOXhPo3Eg/s320/100_6312.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476079087965303234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7mK4jnRhI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/q3VHjgi1PzI/s1600/100_6314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7mK4jnRhI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/q3VHjgi1PzI/s320/100_6314.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476067271583942162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Just before we left Disneyland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7mKdYYVyI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8ob0sNRFdhk/s1600/100_6316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7mKdYYVyI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8ob0sNRFdhk/s320/100_6316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476067264289068834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Emmy sacked out on Daddy's lap on the tram ride to the parking lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As you can tell, she got a Tinkerbell doll, a Tinkerbell Polly-pocket &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sized doll (that mom is holding), along with a Tinkerbell coloring book.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is my little Emmy-Tinkerbell girl!  Happy 4th Birthday Emmy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;I hope it was a lot of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7mJ5n0MJI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kBWGaPIRzRA/s1600/100_6318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7mJ5n0MJI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kBWGaPIRzRA/s320/100_6318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476067254690132114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Emmy in the stroller on the way to our parking spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7mJflZ4TI/AAAAAAAAAI4/cHhXFzegg2w/s1600/100_6319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7mJflZ4TI/AAAAAAAAAI4/cHhXFzegg2w/s320/100_6319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476067247700697394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I thought that it was very poetic the we parked at Goofy 4E.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7mI7hPUMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0YMdNzvA4oY/s1600/100_6321.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;It must have been fate with Emmy turning 4 on this very day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7w7GlsRRI/AAAAAAAAALA/zt7AhlyD9go/s320/100_6320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476079095100753170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7mI7hPUMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0YMdNzvA4oY/s1600/100_6321.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7mI7hPUMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0YMdNzvA4oY/s320/100_6321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476067238019551426" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;THE END TO A WONDERFUL DAY!&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/3653774355087727289-5092466193405719235?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/5092466193405719235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=5092466193405719235' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/5092466193405719235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/5092466193405719235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2010/05/emmys-4th-birthday-at-disneyland.html' title='Emmy&apos;s 4th Birthday at Disneyland!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S_7ZKdFKHuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/flqeVwIfe7c/s72-c/100_6213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-5896981770085335379</id><published>2010-05-26T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T09:22:22.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not as bad as I thought....</title><content type='html'>Well, I had the big scary needle done yesterday.  It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.  I was only uncomfortable for a few moments, and when the needle went in, it kinda zinged over to the left with some pain, but not too bad.  I didn't want to watch it go in, so I just looked at David the whole time.  He saw it go in on the monitor and said it was really weird.&lt;div&gt;So onto some good news... The original genetics counselor talked about Trisomy 13.  THIS counselor started talking about Trisomy 21.  So I got a little confused.... I thought that this kid was going to have 13 not 21?  What the heck?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I started crying, and I think that the counselor  thought that I was going to get hysterical, but actually I was crying because Trisomy 21 is WAY better than Trisomy 13.  To have a little Down Syndrome baby is definitely better than having a baby that might die the moment I give birth to her.  So I calmed down enough for the counselor to continue, and get through all of the stuff and info. that I needed for the amniocentesis.  We finished up and David and I headed to the ultrasound area for the amnio.  They (the lab tech. and the Doctor) took lots for pictures for measurements, but the baby wasn't really cooperating so I have another, what they call, 'Level 2' ultrasound in a week and a half, on June 4th.  I hope to get the results of the amnio. around the 8th or 9th of June.  So I'm in limbo for awhile more, but just to know that my little baby might be able to stick around on this Earth for a bit longer is fantastic news.  I'll update in a few days about Emmy's birthday trip to Disneyland.  It was so much fun!  And she got a bunch of Tinkerbell presents too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-5896981770085335379?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/5896981770085335379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=5896981770085335379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/5896981770085335379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/5896981770085335379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-as-bad-as-i-thought.html' title='Not as bad as I thought....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-8825500465892814060</id><published>2010-05-19T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T20:35:24.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The BIG SCARY NEEDLE...</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm scheduled for the big scary needle on Tuesday, May 25th.  My appointment is in the morning, and I'm NOT supposed to carry anything over 10-15 pounds the rest of the day, which means no chasing the little toddler boy or picking up the little toddler boy and giving him a diaper change.  I also have to be a good little zombie girl, so I can't do ANYTHING except eat, go to the bathroom and take a lot of naps.  Sounds like a fun day, with the exception of the big scary needle part.  David will be with me, and the 2 older kids will be in school, and the 2 younger kids will be watched by my Sis-in-law Bridey while we are at the appointment.  It's going to be an interesting day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-8825500465892814060?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/8825500465892814060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=8825500465892814060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/8825500465892814060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/8825500465892814060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2010/05/big-scary-needle.html' title='The BIG SCARY NEEDLE...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-864801850845083831</id><published>2010-05-18T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T10:04:35.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This kid has to be an acrobat...</title><content type='html'>I swear that this kid is trying to kill me from the inside-out.  O.k., not really, but it sure does feel like it sometimes.  I cannot DO anything.  All I feel is tired.  Just doing a load of laundry is a trial, or even doing the dishes.  This baby just saps ALL of my energy.  I feel like I'm lucky if I can get the 2 younger one's dressed and fed in the morning.  Not to mention getting the other 2 out the door with clothes on for school, and fed, and have a lunch packed.  &lt;div&gt;It seems like I have more energy when I wake up, but after about an hour or so I'm tired.  And then the baby starts up.  The one that isn't even 5 inches long yet.  How can someone so tiny, be so rambunctious?  I don't know.  This baby is just... so.... so... I don't even know.  I hope he/she is going to be alright in the long run.  I'm still waiting to do the next blood test, and schedule the amniocentesis.  Woo Hoo!  A big long needle stuck into my stomach.  And no anesthetic!  Just Great!  Fun times are in store for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-864801850845083831?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/864801850845083831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=864801850845083831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/864801850845083831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/864801850845083831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-kid-has-to-be-acrobat.html' title='This kid has to be an acrobat...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-8174958154779268615</id><published>2010-05-15T10:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T10:18:23.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All American Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                      This kid cracks me up sometimes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S-7WwtJK-tI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0D3d8F8__tQ/s1600/100_6203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S-7WwtJK-tI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0D3d8F8__tQ/s320/100_6203.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471546729541860050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                           Joey putting on funny glasses!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S-7WwaYDViI/AAAAAAAAAGo/cYnuAEET3oY/s1600/100_6207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S-7WwaYDViI/AAAAAAAAAGo/cYnuAEET3oY/s320/100_6207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471546724504000034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                               Joey making a funny face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;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/3653774355087727289-8174958154779268615?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/8174958154779268615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=8174958154779268615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/8174958154779268615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/8174958154779268615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2010/05/all-american-boy.html' title='All American Boy!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/S-7WwtJK-tI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0D3d8F8__tQ/s72-c/100_6203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-4548426638866789730</id><published>2010-05-11T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T09:22:30.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So we wait....</title><content type='html'>Well, I still have to take the dreaded needle test (I have no idea when that will be), and I'm going to take another blood test on Friday, May 21st, which also happens to be my next baby appointment.  I have no idea when the results will be back for that blood test.  So far, I've only freaked-out on the day of the last post.  I'm trying to be calm, and just go with the flow.  We'll see if I can still make it work.&lt;div&gt;Onto the next adventure... I will be taking Emmy to Disneyland for her 4th birthday on May 20th.  Daddy will accompany us too.  I'm just not sure if we will be taking Joey.  He would probably have lots of fun too, but it is Emmy's day, so I just have to wait until next week to decide.  I expect to have lots of fun, and I will post some pictures too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-4548426638866789730?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/4548426638866789730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=4548426638866789730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/4548426638866789730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/4548426638866789730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-we-wait.html' title='So we wait....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-8571475756510947417</id><published>2010-05-03T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T13:19:25.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I do.... FREAK-OUT or WAIT?</title><content type='html'>Well, by the title of this post, you are probably wondering what I have to FREAK-OUT about, Right?  Well, I have been reading a blog about a little girl named Davy Jean.  Not sure on the pronunciation of Davy, but such a cute girl!  Anyway, her mom (Ruth) used to be in our Ward at church and she wrote on her blog about the problems that she has had with her pregnancy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Long story short, I've been having problems with this pregnancy that I'm in right now, and I had problems this past Dec. '09 with a miscarriage right before Christmas.  Ever since I started reading Ruth's blog in late Feb., I've just had this feeling about THIS pregnancy.  That something's wrong, or going to go wrong.  It felt wonderful to be pregnant again (although I was supposed to wait 2 more months), but it also felt OFF.  And it still does.  Know what I mean?  Or maybe you don't....   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Anyway, I just found out that the baby might have Trisomy 13.  Huh?  What is Trisomy 13 you ask?  Well, it's a chromosomal disorder is which there is an extra chromosome in the 13th chromosome.  (Try saying that sentence 3 times fast!)  The usual one that everyone hears about is Trisomy 21 or more commonly referred to as Down's Syndrome.  This one is different.  This one is a rare type.  There aren't a lot of people with it.  Not living anyway.  And there you have it.  That's what I'm freaking-out about!  My little baby that I'm supposed to have on November 2, 2010 just might not survive.  Oh she/he might survive for a few seconds, minutes or even a few months.  Apparently they forget how to breath, or have several birth defects that makes their life a hard one, along with a host of other things.  That's the part that I can't handle.  I want him/her to live for years, but with this Trisomy 13 looming over me, I'm not sure how long I will have with this little baby.  Researching this Trisomy 13 is just nerve wracking!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Now, this might all be for naught.  As I said before, the baby MIGHT have this disorder (but I'm pretty sure its got something).  I've already had a Fetal Nuchal Translucency exam, which is an early Ultrasound and measures the spaces between the baby's spinal column and spinal fluid.  I still have to take another blood test, get the results, and maybe even get an amniocentesis done too (and I probably will just to make me feel better, I just don't like the fact that I have to have a needle put down into my stomach to get some baby fluid,  Yuck!) all within the next 4-5 weeks.  This is all done to make sure that the baby is going to be alright.  So, if I freak-out now, maybe I won't freak-out so much later?  I'm not sure.  I still might be freaking-out throughout this whole pregnancy just to keep my sanity.  Crying in the middle of the day is O.K. right?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wondering....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-8571475756510947417?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/8571475756510947417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=8571475756510947417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/8571475756510947417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/8571475756510947417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-do-i-do-freak-out-or-wait.html' title='What do I do.... FREAK-OUT or WAIT?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-8091450874274198668</id><published>2009-11-24T10:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T10:51:30.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOO HOO! I figured it out!</title><content type='html'>Hey, I just figured out how to 'favorite' my Favorite people blog sites! Coolness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-8091450874274198668?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/8091450874274198668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=8091450874274198668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/8091450874274198668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/8091450874274198668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2009/11/woo-hoo-i-figured-it-out.html' title='WOO HOO! I figured it out!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-8798869029419632950</id><published>2009-11-24T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T10:33:43.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE ARE HERE, WE ARE HERE, WE ARE HERE!</title><content type='html'>Sorry about that.....  we are still alive and kicking.... just not blogging much. Hopefully that will change because I really want to do this.  I see so many other blogs out there (that I haven't figured out how to add to my blog yet) and it makes me want to do this too!  Patience is a virtue, but procrastination is my middle name! (Not really, but maybe it sometime should be!) LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-8798869029419632950?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/8798869029419632950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=8798869029419632950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/8798869029419632950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/8798869029419632950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-are-here-we-are-here-we-are-here.html' title='WE ARE HERE, WE ARE HERE, WE ARE HERE!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-2113324248002299692</id><published>2009-06-26T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:51:53.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Free Gift....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;"So, here's how it works: the first 3 people to leave a comment on this post will receive, at some point during the year a handmade gift from me. What it will be and when it will arrive is a total surprise! The catch is that you must participate as well. Before you leave your comment, write up a pay it forward post on your blog to keep the fun going (or copy and paste like I did). Then come back, let me know you're going to play and sit back and anticipate the arrival of your gift! Come and play!!" This should be fun. But NO cheating! You can only get one free gift, especially if other friends of yours play too. I'm not sure what to gift will be, but I'm sure I can think of something.... a piece of string, a rock, a marble....J/K.  It'll be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thanks for Playing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-2113324248002299692?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/2113324248002299692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=2113324248002299692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/2113324248002299692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/2113324248002299692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2009/06/free-gift.html' title='A Free Gift....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-4845073863175676149</id><published>2009-05-26T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:07:01.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner at MY house...</title><content type='html'>O.k., so a couple of weeks ago I decide to make some soup. I made a really good one too. It was beef and barley, with some potato's and carrots and a little bit of onions.  Well, that night Kiry asks what's for dinner. I tell her it's Beef and barley soup. She says "Yea!" She then tells Jesse what we are having and he asks if he can have something else.  UGGGHHH! I tell him "no". He goes and glumly sits on the couch and reads a book. &lt;div&gt;So it's finally time for dinner, and I call all the children to come and sit at the table. Here's what goes down. Kiry eats all of her soup and asks for seconds. She gets seconds and then asks for thirds. I say 'no' to thirds.  Jesse chokes his down, (in the same amount of time that it takes Kiry to eat 2 bowls of soup) and asks to leave the table. He doesn't want any more.  Emmy, who realizes that we are having soup, won't even sit at the table. She doesn't eat the soup part that night but has at least 3 bites of the meat and is hungry the next morning. She eats all of her scrambled eggs in the morning.  As for Joey, he'll eat anything that tastes good. He ate all of his soup! He's a good baby boy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what I face on any given day that I make dinner. As my sister-in-law Amy said, "I'm not a short order cook, I'm your Mom. I'm not about to make 5 different things for dinner. You will eat what I make. It's your choice, and if you don't like/want it,  you at least have to try one bite." So goes my dilemma. What's for dinner in your house?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-4845073863175676149?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/4845073863175676149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=4845073863175676149' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/4845073863175676149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/4845073863175676149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2009/05/dinner-at-my-house.html' title='Dinner at MY house...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-4389530192136618972</id><published>2009-05-04T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:29:16.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joey has found his.....</title><content type='html'>My son, Joey, just turned 1 years old. And just last night, he found his, you guessed it, his tongue (thought I was going to say something else, didn't ya.) It's quite funny. All of a sudden, he opens his mouth, and you can see it wiggling in there. It's like he doesn't know what to do with it for a minute. Then, the next minute, he's fine again. Just thought I'd share that little bit of knowledge with ya'all.  Oh, and by the way, HE'S walking everywhere in the house! I can't keep him still. The little know it all started taking steps at 10 months, even more steps at 11 months, and on his first birthday, walked tons of steps. He's just a walking machine! Much to the dissatisfaction of his mom. I no longer have a baby, I have a tobbler (and yes, I mean tobbler).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-4389530192136618972?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/4389530192136618972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=4389530192136618972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/4389530192136618972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/4389530192136618972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2009/05/joey-has-found-his.html' title='Joey has found his.....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-3486488494609946838</id><published>2009-05-01T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:18:15.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My post on another blog....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read other people's blogs just like most everyone else I know does. I even have a couple of favorite's. One of them just happens to be at 'mormonhusbands.blogspot.com' It is freakin hilarious!  One of the things this husband asked his readers was about your worst fears (see '100 legs of death'). I laughed all the way through the post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was my response on that blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Side note --  NMH means Normal Mormon Husband&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now about those fears... My worst fear is losing my kids. I have had some pretty awful nightmares about that. My regular fears stem from too much t.v. as a kid. One t.v. movie had these creepy little ape/monkey things terrorizing a woman in her new house. While she was taking a shower, they came out from under the sink cabinet and tried to scare her. It worked. Finally, when they did get her, they dragged her to an unused furnace door in the basement and took her down to their home. Her husband is calling her name in the background as she is being taken and he never finds her again. Another movie, which was kind of parodied in a Halloween Simpsons special, was about a Tiki doll with face mask harpooning a lady, while, you guessed it, in the the bath tub. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let's put it this way, if I shower in a bathroom that has a non see-through curtain, I'm always checking to see if someone is looking at me. The curtain is never shut all the way either. In my own shower, we have a see-through door. I'm still on the lookout for those monkey things anyway. &lt;br /&gt;I can sympathize with you, NMH, on the heights thing. My husband does not like heights either. But if given the chance, he will go on ferris wheel with me, although he is white knuckled the whole time on the ride and won't let go of the bar until the ride is at a complete standstill. Great fun for me, I'm laughing the whole time, and rocking the boat, while he's glaring at me and telling me wait till we get home lady. He likes to scare me at night when it's dark in the house. Since I've been married to him for almost 14 years this Aug. and have known him for almost 17 years, I'm pretty used to this, but he does get me on occasion. He likes to wait by the bathroom door on all fours, and growl when I come out of the bathroom. People don't expect being attacked at that height, so it usually freaks me out. &lt;br /&gt;Then I have to plan my attack for sometime later in the week. Great fun at our house. We even have our 4 kids trying to scare each other, and us. Although the youngest is only a year old so we don't scare him, but the almost 3 year old loves to try and scare her daddy. It's kinda hard to be scared of a cute little bunny, but we act the part. Sorry this is sooo long. Didn't mean it to be. Thanks again for the laugh! Loved it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;Well, that's what I wrote. Now if anyone wants to comment, I'd love that. Please tell me your fears, even if they are irrational or not. We all have them. Now Please, Share!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-3486488494609946838?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/3486488494609946838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=3486488494609946838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/3486488494609946838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/3486488494609946838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-post-on-another-blog.html' title='My post on another blog....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-521940560103020268</id><published>2009-05-01T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:15:56.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/Sfs2uj2v4CI/AAAAAAAAAEk/JuQRjVlQ3gs/s1600-h/100_2210.JPG'/><title type='text'>Disneyland, Disneyland and even more Disneyland...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Like the title says, Disneyland, Disneyland, and even more Disneyland! I think I have been to Disneyland more in the last 3 months, than I have been in the last 10 or so years. It's been great! I got to go on my birthday (for free), with Linda, my mother-in-law (No, that's not her in the picture, but she is the one taking it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/Sfsz9v3-0GI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4V4T08ai-Js/s320/100_1760.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330911719839420514" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; l took Jesse on his birthday for free (and got both of us passes), (this is the only photo of the day, I forgot my camera!),&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/Sf8iHLKbRGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/E5lRltVENP4/s1600-h/Jesse+at+Splash+Mountain.jpg"&gt;                                               &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/Sf8iHLKbRGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/E5lRltVENP4/s320/Jesse+at+Splash+Mountain.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332017990480905314" style="cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;took my nephew, Jaden, for his birthday for free, along with Jesse, and we even got to see a celebrity (at least we think she is), our very own "Aunty Becki"!  She just happened to be at Disneyland with some friends that night and Jesse asked if she would go a ride with him.  She said yes!&lt;div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/Sfs2u4clybI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8XiUrb1wkfY/s320/100_2145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330914762977298866" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/Sfs6N0mjCTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/rHqKxYqE8gI/s1600-h/100_2251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/Sfs6N0mjCTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/rHqKxYqE8gI/s320/100_2251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330918593056147762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I just went to  Disneyland yesterday, with Marissa and her 2 kids, along with my  2 youngest Emmy and Joey. Here are some pictures!          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/Sfs4oTaBY4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/FV6md_bYmi4/s1600-h/100_2596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/Sfs4oTaBY4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/FV6md_bYmi4/s320/100_2596.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330916848978453378" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/Sfs5I8JzkAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/g-fAvymgoXc/s1600-h/100_2624.JPG"&gt;                                                 &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/Sfs5I8JzkAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/g-fAvymgoXc/s320/100_2624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330917409672105986" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, tonight I'm going back with Jesse because he's been doing so great in school and on his homework and spelling tests. This is a treat for just him. No having to share with anyone! Good times all around! Thanks for looking at our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3653774355087727289-521940560103020268?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/521940560103020268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=521940560103020268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/521940560103020268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/521940560103020268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2009/05/disneyland-disneyland-and-even-more.html' title='Disneyland, Disneyland and even more Disneyland...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/Sfsz9v3-0GI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4V4T08ai-Js/s72-c/100_1760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-2941398821085628599</id><published>2009-04-16T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:47:13.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new post coming soon! I promise!</title><content type='html'>Ever have one of those months when lots of things happen, but you never seem to have time to post anything?  That's been the last 3 months for me.  Hopefully, this coming weekend, I'll be able to post some of the things that my family has done. Thanks for being patient!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-2941398821085628599?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/2941398821085628599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=2941398821085628599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/2941398821085628599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/2941398821085628599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-post-coming-soon-i-promise.html' title='A new post coming soon! I promise!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-3426995565733732944</id><published>2009-01-30T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T13:50:43.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute kid pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SYN0u38hh7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tQzB9x66bfA/s1600-h/Joey+and+game.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/_E07nVjXDJEg/SYN0u38hh7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tQzB9x66bfA/s320/Joey+and+game.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297205935358445490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Joey, my smiling sunshine boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SYNzUpOMWLI/AAAAAAAAADs/unFfGUGQgBE/s320/My+babushka+girl.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297204385217796274" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;This is Emmy, my Babushka girl!&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/_E07nVjXDJEg/SYNzVCtTnVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cieamx8fJFc/s320/Emmy+and+Joey+playing+%232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297204392059182418" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The two kids playing nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/_E07nVjXDJEg/SYNzUz6TqTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2bIP28Tkeoc/s320/Emmy+and+Joey+palying+with+game.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297204388087179570" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;He goes for the shot.  And makes it! SCORE!!!&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/3653774355087727289-3426995565733732944?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/3426995565733732944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=3426995565733732944' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/3426995565733732944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/3426995565733732944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2009/01/cute-kid-pictures.html' title='Cute kid pictures...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SYN0u38hh7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/tQzB9x66bfA/s72-c/Joey+and+game.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-3297858152299903152</id><published>2009-01-30T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T13:32:24.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joey and Emmy went in for a check-up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SYNv__M_dcI/AAAAAAAAADU/gnm4aA_oDVg/s320/Joey+on+chair.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297200731806201282" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SYNwABOA81I/AAAAAAAAADc/8-WfCVt1y2E/s1600-h/Emmy+on+chair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SYNwABOA81I/AAAAAAAAADc/8-WfCVt1y2E/s320/Emmy+on+chair.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297200732347364178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SYNwAHFazdI/AAAAAAAAADk/JCdNKh1y3aQ/s320/Emmy+and+Joey+on+chair.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297200733921922514" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey went in for his 9 month check-up and we found out that he's 17 pounds and almost 2 1/2 feet long/tall (he measured at 2 ft. 5.5 in.).  Apparently this means he is a little tall and slim of body. Emmy on the other hand is 31 pounds and is over 3 ft. tall (she's about 38 inches tall).  This means that she's gonna be a tall beautiful girl when she gets older.  David and I are gonna be in a lot trouble when these two start dating, not to mention the other two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-3297858152299903152?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/3297858152299903152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=3297858152299903152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/3297858152299903152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/3297858152299903152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2009/01/joey-and-emmy-went-in-for-check-up.html' title='Joey and Emmy went in for a check-up...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SYNv__M_dcI/AAAAAAAAADU/gnm4aA_oDVg/s72-c/Joey+on+chair.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-2310551951736898523</id><published>2009-01-28T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:52:03.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell has frozen over, and it's Snowing in Phoenix!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SYC27dsJ6aI/AAAAAAAAADM/nydMDVgEVho/s1600-h/PIT_logo-80x90.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 80px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SYC27dsJ6aI/AAAAAAAAADM/nydMDVgEVho/s320/PIT_logo-80x90.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296434294486067618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SYC27Z8FkZI/AAAAAAAAADE/3sjh5b7Tf04/s1600-h/ARI_logo-80x90.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 80px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SYC27Z8FkZI/AAAAAAAAADE/3sjh5b7Tf04/s320/ARI_logo-80x90.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296434293479149970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K., well not literally... First of all, let me preface this with a disclaimer. We do not have television.  We have a T.V.,  just not one with an antenna that will work with our said t.v., or any dish network or cable t.v. With that being said, I had no idea who was going to be in the Superbowl 43, just that it was going to be this coming weekend. &lt;div&gt;Today, on a talk-radio program, I heard that the Steelers would be playing in the Superbowl 43 as I was coming home from dropping off Kiry and Jesse to school. No mention of who eles was going to be playing in said Superbowl 43.  Then about 30 min. later, as I was taking David to work, I made a coment that the Superbowl 43 is going to be played this weekend and the only way that I would watch it is if the S.F. 49rs or the Arizona Cardinals (to which I thought would be when "Hell" froze over and it would be  snowing in Phoenix for that to happen) were going to be in it. Again, with that said, I still had no Idea who else was going to be playing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I dropped my hubby off  at work and was listening to talk-news radio, and I heard, again, that Superbowl 43 was going to be playing this coming weekend and that the Pittsburg Steelers and the ARIZONA CARDINALS would be duking it out! You could have knocked me over with a feather, I was SO astonished! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now when the Arizona Cardinals first came to Phoenix, their whole season would consist of maybe 1 or 2 wins.  It was that bad! Bless thier little hearts, though, they stuck with it, and Arizona stuck with them, and now look!  They are in the freaking Superbowl 43! Whoda thunk it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-2310551951736898523?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/2310551951736898523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=2310551951736898523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/2310551951736898523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/2310551951736898523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2009/01/hell-has-frozen-over-and-its-snowing-in.html' title='Hell has frozen over, and it&apos;s Snowing in Phoenix!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SYC27dsJ6aI/AAAAAAAAADM/nydMDVgEVho/s72-c/PIT_logo-80x90.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-2835184813807114257</id><published>2009-01-27T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:01:27.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SX_0orAl-oI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-V6UkRNbTUc/s1600-h/Beetlejuice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SX_0orAl-oI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-V6UkRNbTUc/s320/Beetlejuice.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296220666388150914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K., so David decides to let the kids watch Beetlejuice.  Heck, it's rated PG. What could be that scary in the movie to make it bad for the kids to see.  Well.... it's not very scary, it's just that it has this one word in it. When the Maitlens, (Alec Baldwin, and Geena Davis) decide to get rid of the new owners, they meet up with Beetlejuice in the town model.  As it gets nearer and nearer to the part with the bad word in it, we tell the kids that we have to fast forward the movie to get past that part. They agree, so David forwards the movie to a part after where the word is said. What he failed to realize was that he forwarded it right to that part of the movie where Beetlejuice says the very naughty word. His quote is "Nice Freaking Model!" except that he didn't say 'freaking'. Luckily, I realized what he was going to say and yelled at the top of my lungs, "Lalalalallalal".  The kids looked at me like, "What the Heck is wrong with Mom!"  But they didn't hear the freaking word, which is all that counts! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-2835184813807114257?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/2835184813807114257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=2835184813807114257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/2835184813807114257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/2835184813807114257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2009/01/beetlejuice-beetlejuice-beetlejuice.html' title='Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SX_0orAl-oI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-V6UkRNbTUc/s72-c/Beetlejuice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-784417172905586915</id><published>2009-01-13T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:31:10.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME TO EAT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SWzrqWgUTeI/AAAAAAAAACs/943QJw2MvEg/s320/Time+to+chop.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290862775081651682" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SWzrqXl9-RI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LNxP5IvlT5A/s1600-h/Time+to+eat!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SWzrqXl9-RI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LNxP5IvlT5A/s320/Time+to+eat!.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290862775373789458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'Title' says it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-784417172905586915?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/784417172905586915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=784417172905586915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/784417172905586915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/784417172905586915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-to-eat.html' title='TIME TO EAT!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SWzrqWgUTeI/AAAAAAAAACs/943QJw2MvEg/s72-c/Time+to+chop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-3294282059470919803</id><published>2009-01-13T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:27:17.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorating the gingerbread house with cousins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SWzq47aXREI/AAAAAAAAACk/EjnESOhAxd8/s1600-h/The+aftermath.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SWzq47aXREI/AAAAAAAAACk/EjnESOhAxd8/s320/The+aftermath.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290861925995332674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SWzq4luIV5I/AAAAAAAAACc/1k7wZw0zXS4/s1600-h/Side+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SWzq4luIV5I/AAAAAAAAACc/1k7wZw0zXS4/s320/Side+2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290861920172660626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SWzq4a2zEwI/AAAAAAAAACU/HnIKkhUB2vA/s1600-h/Side+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SWzq4a2zEwI/AAAAAAAAACU/HnIKkhUB2vA/s320/Side+1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290861917256225538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some cousins over for the New Year's weekend and decided to finally decorate our gingerbread house that we got for a Christmas present (Thanks to the 3 D's). &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-3294282059470919803?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/3294282059470919803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=3294282059470919803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/3294282059470919803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/3294282059470919803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2009/01/decorating-gingerbread-house-with.html' title='Decorating the gingerbread house with cousins...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SWzq47aXREI/AAAAAAAAACk/EjnESOhAxd8/s72-c/The+aftermath.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-4723096029096738201</id><published>2009-01-13T11:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:17:52.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never trust a 2 1/2 year old...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SWznL9ZxhdI/AAAAAAAAACM/E8e0YBlVWqw/s1600-h/Emmy+with+markers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SWznL9ZxhdI/AAAAAAAAACM/E8e0YBlVWqw/s320/Emmy+with+markers.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290857854900733394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emmy got a crystal clear toy with markers to color it with for Christmas. When she was being very quiet, I had David check on her. This is what he found.  The title explains it all. The one good thing about it though was that the all the color came right off her face with a little soap and water. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-4723096029096738201?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/4723096029096738201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=4723096029096738201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/4723096029096738201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/4723096029096738201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2009/01/never-trust-2-12-year-old.html' title='Never trust a 2 1/2 year old...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SWznL9ZxhdI/AAAAAAAAACM/E8e0YBlVWqw/s72-c/Emmy+with+markers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-5416254304976964837</id><published>2009-01-13T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:08:51.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Morning with a visit from Santa....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SWzmf2pQGVI/AAAAAAAAACE/Ye3fQ4WH7gM/s1600-h/Christmas+morning+with+Santa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SWzmf2pQGVI/AAAAAAAAACE/Ye3fQ4WH7gM/s320/Christmas+morning+with+Santa.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290857097172359506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SWzmfpc4uOI/AAAAAAAAAB8/v7CJ3WHB-Lo/s1600-h/Christmas+morning++with+Santa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SWzmfpc4uOI/AAAAAAAAAB8/v7CJ3WHB-Lo/s320/Christmas+morning++with+Santa.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290857093630834914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa came over to our house Christmas morning just before he went to Mexico for a long needed vacation with Mrs. Clause.  Here are the kids opening their presents from him. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-5416254304976964837?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/5416254304976964837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=5416254304976964837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/5416254304976964837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/5416254304976964837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-morning-with-visit-from-santa.html' title='Christmas Morning with a visit from Santa....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SWzmf2pQGVI/AAAAAAAAACE/Ye3fQ4WH7gM/s72-c/Christmas+morning+with+Santa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-1557673998840655266</id><published>2009-01-13T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:02:18.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T'was the night before Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SWzlEVFN2DI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1Wj9ApfGPiU/s1600-h/Joey+sleeping+Christmas+eve.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SWzlEVFN2DI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1Wj9ApfGPiU/s320/Joey+sleeping+Christmas+eve.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290855524794751026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SWzlDQu2vFI/AAAAAAAAABs/vf57SzXxcfM/s1600-h/Christmas+eve%2708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SWzlDQu2vFI/AAAAAAAAABs/vf57SzXxcfM/s320/Christmas+eve%2708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290855506447350866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little angels in their jammies just before bed time. Although 2 of them were sacked out before hand. It just doesn't get any better than this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-1557673998840655266?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/1557673998840655266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=1557673998840655266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/1557673998840655266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/1557673998840655266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2009/01/twas-night-before-christmas.html' title='T&apos;was the night before Christmas...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SWzlEVFN2DI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1Wj9ApfGPiU/s72-c/Joey+sleeping+Christmas+eve.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-409436006721578641</id><published>2009-01-13T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:57:07.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 little words... Daddy Dressed her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SWzjkuc_mrI/AAAAAAAAABk/9xUZKphtHWs/s1600-h/100_1074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SWzjkuc_mrI/AAAAAAAAABk/9xUZKphtHWs/s320/100_1074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290853882337925810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The title says it all. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-409436006721578641?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/409436006721578641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=409436006721578641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/409436006721578641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/409436006721578641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2009/01/3-little-words-daddy-dressed-her.html' title='3 little words... Daddy Dressed her.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SWzjkuc_mrI/AAAAAAAAABk/9xUZKphtHWs/s72-c/100_1074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-7929612325988108756</id><published>2008-12-12T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:38:33.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>298 Eyeballs?</title><content type='html'>Apparently Kiry was reading a book called 'Mice are Nice'  one day during the Thanksgiving holiday and decided to count all of the eyeballs in it. That night as David was getting the kids in bed and after saying prayers, Kiry procedes to tell him of this little bit of trivia.  It amused him so, that he had to share it with me.  So now I, in turn, am sharing it with all of you who read this blog. She is a strange little girl, but then, she comes from strange people too!&lt;div&gt;And we like it!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-7929612325988108756?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/7929612325988108756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=7929612325988108756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/7929612325988108756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/7929612325988108756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2008/12/298-eyeballs.html' title='298 Eyeballs?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-8875529376328947074</id><published>2008-12-12T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:22:37.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T'was the week before Thanksgiving....</title><content type='html'>T'was the week before Thanksgiving and all through the house, everyone was sleeping, even the Mom ( Yeah, I know it doesn't rhyme, so sue me, but just be patient and keep reading).  When suddenly, there arose such a sound (from the baby monitor), I sprang from my bed, to see what was the matter.&lt;div&gt;Such a little she was (the 2 yr. old), all crying and sick, who had just barfed-up all her spaghetti, which was gooey and quite thick.  As another child chimed "Eewww gross!" and started to hurl, I yelled "Don't look! Get back in bed!" and ran the 2 yr old from the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was tossed into the Tub, clothing and all. While I turned on the water and got into the shower stall. I hosed her down, right jolly O' Quick, cause I was tired and it was 3 o'clock in the morning, not to mention, I too, felt sick.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I finished-up  getting her all nice and clean, she announced that she would like to watch "Pooh" if you please. We watched said movie without pluamb or fanfair, and when it was over, retired upstairs. As I laid her in her bed, and said a gentle "Goodnight", I knew I had to get up in just 2 more hours with the others and would look afright!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knew I'd be going through this for the next 5 days? Not Me! That's for sure, but sometimes that's just the way it is.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This all started Wed.  morning at 3a.m. Nov. 19th. By Thurs. 8 a.m. Nov. 20th Kiry got the sickness (stomach flu with the 3 P's {Pee, Poop, and Puke} all at the same time). That night at 11 p.m. my dear husband said that I should get some rest, after all, I'd been taking care of 2 sick children and 1 active baby all day long. So I agreed to get some sleep, but felt guilty leaving him downstairs alone with Kiry and Emmy miserable, but asleep on the air-mattress. To help aleave  the guilt, I left the kids door open and the baby monitor on, so I could hear if he needed any help. But what I heard about 5 min. later was not coming from downstairs, but from the actual kids room and it was that familiar sound, and yelled to David "Another one's down!" Poor Jesse, had finally gotten the sickness too! He was soo miserable all night long and Poor David just couldn't stay awake any longer, so I shooed him upstairs with the sleeping baby, and I stayed awake all night long pulling Jesse up to stumble to the bathroom every 45 min. Wheeww!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my Dear Husband went to work the next morning, and by 2 p.m. Fri. afternoon, came home with the sickness too. (My mother-in-law, Linda, even came that night to fix us food. It was so nice. I didn't even have to cook. ) I refused to get sick, as mothers often do, and just had a little intestinal problem, thank goodness and that was all. But poor little Emmy, she just wouldn't eat anything for 3 days and kept throwing up all her drinks, so that by Sat. night, I went to the E.R. (along with my Mother-in-law) because her little tummy looked like it had swallowed a balloon! Nurse Tom gave her medication for the throwing up part and an IV (which she screamed bloody murder throughout) and the guy in the next bed, asked if we could be moved, because his head hurt. So they moved us down the hall to a small room with a door, just in case she needed to scream again and so they could shut the door to make it a little quieter for the other patients.  With all that saline solution coursing through her veins, she litterally blew-out- of 4 diapers in 20 min. We had to change the sheets three times. After that, when the IV was done, Emmy was fine and we went home. By Mon. Nov. 23rd all the kids were back to normal and trying to kill each other over the littlest thing, that I announced that they would be going back to school on Tues.  It was a LONG 6 Days and Nights, but now everyone is happy and healthy! Thanks for letting me share my saga. Hope it wasn't too long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-8875529376328947074?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/8875529376328947074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=8875529376328947074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/8875529376328947074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/8875529376328947074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2008/12/twas-week-before-thanksgiving.html' title='T&apos;was the week before Thanksgiving....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-7936939729447787544</id><published>2008-11-16T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:36:05.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire in the Brea Mountains!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SSDicqsYY-I/AAAAAAAAABc/x3DhLhis5q0/s1600-h/Brea+on+fire.JPG"&gt;Here is Brea Mountain on Fire. If you look closely at the middle of the screen you can just make it out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SSDicqsYY-I/AAAAAAAAABc/x3DhLhis5q0/s1600-h/Brea+on+fire.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&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/_E07nVjXDJEg/SSDicqsYY-I/AAAAAAAAABc/x3DhLhis5q0/s320/Brea+on+fire.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269460546148131810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a picture of the kids at a Park near our home where the fire picture was taken. We were at the highest elevation in Fullerton. The sky was really ashy and smokey. It looked like it was about to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SSDhqWNuIPI/AAAAAAAAABU/iFBoFhvHZYk/s1600-h/Kids+at+St.+college+and+Bastanchury.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SSDhqWNuIPI/AAAAAAAAABU/iFBoFhvHZYk/s320/Kids+at+St.+college+and+Bastanchury.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269459681657364722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SSDhp--3bHI/AAAAAAAAABM/OGIA0WrUE0o/s1600-h/Orange+sun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SSDhp--3bHI/AAAAAAAAABM/OGIA0WrUE0o/s320/Orange+sun.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269459675421043826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SSDhpQHILWI/AAAAAAAAABE/5Z6q42LBUjA/s1600-h/Kiry+takes+a+picture+of+the+sun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SSDhpQHILWI/AAAAAAAAABE/5Z6q42LBUjA/s320/Kiry+takes+a+picture+of+the+sun.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269459662839229794" /&gt;H&lt;/a&gt;ere are some picture's of the sun that Jesse and Kiry took. Kiry's picture has the flower in it. Reminds me of the song 'Red Sky's at Night' by the Fixx. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-7936939729447787544?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/7936939729447787544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=7936939729447787544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/7936939729447787544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/7936939729447787544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2008/11/fire-in-brea-mountains.html' title='Fire in the Brea Mountains!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SSDicqsYY-I/AAAAAAAAABc/x3DhLhis5q0/s72-c/Brea+on+fire.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-8430924625173297923</id><published>2008-11-15T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:20:00.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of My Little Sisters...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SR-tHIuUMrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GYaTO32bXTI/s1600-h/Ali+n+Michael+in+Africa%231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SR-tHIuUMrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GYaTO32bXTI/s320/Ali+n+Michael+in+Africa%231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269120427159204530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to wish my Sister Alicia a "Very Happy Birthday!" from us in the U.S.A. to her in Germany! I wish that I could be there at her party. Here's a recent picture of her and her hubby off the coast of Africa. We love you Aunty Ali and Uncle Michael!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-8430924625173297923?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/8430924625173297923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=8430924625173297923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/8430924625173297923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/8430924625173297923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-of-my-little-sisters.html' title='One of My Little Sisters...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SR-tHIuUMrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GYaTO32bXTI/s72-c/Ali+n+Michael+in+Africa%231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-8245810864048865585</id><published>2008-11-13T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:10:16.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SR0sffYX5GI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OKnuCqIP1iM/s1600-h/100_0852.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/_E07nVjXDJEg/SR0sffYX5GI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OKnuCqIP1iM/s320/100_0852.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268416058604643426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                     Joey's 'ride' is tricked out with glow bracelets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SR0sgOe8vjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SR25rdgw-wA/s1600-h/100_0864.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/_E07nVjXDJEg/SR0sgOe8vjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SR25rdgw-wA/s320/100_0864.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268416071248690738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                 Joey and Emmy (Pumpkin Boy and Cat Girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SR0sf1Cn0wI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lfA08UQeb3o/s1600-h/100_0859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SR0sf1Cn0wI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lfA08UQeb3o/s320/100_0859.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268416064418992898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              Got any Candy, Candy, Candy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SR0sf4NQerI/AAAAAAAAAAc/F7mIedky_4Q/s1600-h/100_0855.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/_E07nVjXDJEg/SR0sf4NQerI/AAAAAAAAAAc/F7mIedky_4Q/s320/100_0855.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268416065268906674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trick or Treating around Grandpa Jeeps neighborhood.&lt;div&gt;L-R  Jaden (vampire), Jesse (ghost), Brennan (soldier), Emmy (little black cat), Siena (big black cat), Kiry (rag doll), Isabella (mouse), India (Colonial girl).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; (all of them are cousins)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-8245810864048865585?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/8245810864048865585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=8245810864048865585' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/8245810864048865585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/8245810864048865585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-night.html' title='Halloween Night!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SR0sffYX5GI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OKnuCqIP1iM/s72-c/100_0852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-5055047412865612201</id><published>2008-11-13T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:23:54.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm "Captain Adorable" Ma'am.  How can I help you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SR0pcBM3yEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EJtMbbusRec/s1600-h/100_0838.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/_E07nVjXDJEg/SR0pcBM3yEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EJtMbbusRec/s320/100_0838.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268412700428847170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is smile'n  Joe. He's a very happy baby. He has 4 teeth with 2 more coming in. He's almost 7 months old. He's my little ray of sunshine. That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-5055047412865612201?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/5055047412865612201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=5055047412865612201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/5055047412865612201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/5055047412865612201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-captain-adorable-mame-how-can-i-help.html' title='I&apos;m &quot;Captain Adorable&quot; Ma&apos;am.  How can I help you?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SR0pcBM3yEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EJtMbbusRec/s72-c/100_0838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653774355087727289.post-6010614343527359072</id><published>2008-10-15T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T08:54:24.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My first post. Wohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653774355087727289-6010614343527359072?l=weloveelmo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/feeds/6010614343527359072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653774355087727289&amp;postID=6010614343527359072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/6010614343527359072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653774355087727289/posts/default/6010614343527359072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weloveelmo2.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-first-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07643172816429307320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E07nVjXDJEg/SkVU7QixFXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eBzYLE_0hko/S220/100_1760.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
