<?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-31661786</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:12:33.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Brilliant</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>871</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-5931751505022702426</id><published>2012-02-15T21:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T21:27:58.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15: Phone</title><content type='html'>Seriously how do people exist without an iPhone? It's a question that boggles my mind daily ;) no really todays picture is my most used screen on my iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news: had Lil C back at the dr today for his breathing. He is still breathing harder then normal and he's not sick so it's definitely something they are not seeing.....so next stop is the pulmonary specialist at Primary Children's. But of course things can't be easy so they are booked out until March 13!! My poor little guy can't breath and they want us to wait a month! Needless to say its been a long day. So if any of you out there in the blogosphere have any tricks or connections (like your great aunt Sally's uncles nieces next door neighbors hat salesman) that can get us in earlier ....like yesterday....please shout them our way. I'm no doctor but I'm pretty sure an O2 level of 88-ish isn't the greatest. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-e4_zxr9W6u8/TzyTw9r_xII/AAAAAAAAFLA/3Ii0vgTYJzg/s640/blogger-image-755804307.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-e4_zxr9W6u8/TzyTw9r_xII/AAAAAAAAFLA/3Ii0vgTYJzg/s640/blogger-image-755804307.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-5931751505022702426?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5931751505022702426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=5931751505022702426&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/5931751505022702426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/5931751505022702426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-15-phone.html' title='Day 15: Phone'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-e4_zxr9W6u8/TzyTw9r_xII/AAAAAAAAFLA/3Ii0vgTYJzg/s72-c/blogger-image-755804307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-7771666533563881213</id><published>2012-02-14T21:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T21:32:56.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14: Heart</title><content type='html'>Aren't I clever, a rose peddle shaped like a heart....Ahhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved me some valentines this year. Got to to have Dan home for some of the day, roses, balloons, a piano (thanks maren!!), I got to help in Noah's preschool class, and I taught myself my very first piano lesson. I rock and my teacher rocks ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing sad about today is that now I have to wait another year until I can juju myself sick again. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qnMgB_wNmVk/TztDI4lSqcI/AAAAAAAAFK4/XjlAZek8hmk/s640/blogger-image--57573313.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qnMgB_wNmVk/TztDI4lSqcI/AAAAAAAAFK4/XjlAZek8hmk/s640/blogger-image--57573313.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-7771666533563881213?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7771666533563881213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=7771666533563881213&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/7771666533563881213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/7771666533563881213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-14-heart.html' title='Day 14: Heart'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qnMgB_wNmVk/TztDI4lSqcI/AAAAAAAAFK4/XjlAZek8hmk/s72-c/blogger-image--57573313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-7409843520481407578</id><published>2012-02-13T20:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T20:08:41.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13: Blue</title><content type='html'>Fitting for today because it's been rainy, gloomy, and dan was in salt lake so I was off a bit too (I'm a "Linus" and don't do well without my "blankie" aka Dan). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Things:&lt;br /&gt;*Lately Camden just wants me to hold him and occasionally I get a snuggle&lt;br /&gt;*I love my new bed&lt;br /&gt;*I am so excited to go and buy the clearance fun dip valentines, I just love to eat he sticks.&lt;br /&gt;*My brother and his fam are coming to visit this week&lt;br /&gt;*Dan should be home ANY second &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hQwJl5dWEQc/TzneSCP-RjI/AAAAAAAAFKw/Pz76QXTjGHU/s640/blogger-image--312715847.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hQwJl5dWEQc/TzneSCP-RjI/AAAAAAAAFKw/Pz76QXTjGHU/s640/blogger-image--312715847.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-7409843520481407578?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7409843520481407578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=7409843520481407578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/7409843520481407578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/7409843520481407578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-13-blue.html' title='Day 13: Blue'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hQwJl5dWEQc/TzneSCP-RjI/AAAAAAAAFKw/Pz76QXTjGHU/s72-c/blogger-image--312715847.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-81561656800618977</id><published>2012-02-11T20:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T20:53:21.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11: Things that make me happy</title><content type='html'>Perfect one for today cause I just got back from a fabulous date with Dan. We got to go to a 50's Sock Hop that the Young Women in our ward put on. I'm a sucker for dressing up.....and dancing of any sort, well and of course food, but that goes without saying. We laughed, We ate, we danced, we hula hooped, we did the twist, we limbo'd......and since you asked....why yes, yes I did win the Limbo contest. And yes, yes I am wearing clip on bangs. I AM that cool.&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DdPGw9v9uW8/TzdFb67rNzI/AAAAAAAAFKY/VkbrKV_PLq0/s640/blogger-image--1051453678.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DdPGw9v9uW8/TzdFb67rNzI/AAAAAAAAFKY/VkbrKV_PLq0/s640/blogger-image--1051453678.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vQmk-slRJow/TzdFvc3DEdI/AAAAAAAAFKg/1bWE4CYV9aY/s640/blogger-image-552901496.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vQmk-slRJow/TzdFvc3DEdI/AAAAAAAAFKg/1bWE4CYV9aY/s640/blogger-image-552901496.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4fOskpXH8BY/TzdFwPhllII/AAAAAAAAFKo/rTcuYVIj90o/s640/blogger-image--2091691471.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4fOskpXH8BY/TzdFwPhllII/AAAAAAAAFKo/rTcuYVIj90o/s640/blogger-image--2091691471.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-81561656800618977?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/81561656800618977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=81561656800618977&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/81561656800618977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/81561656800618977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-11-things-that-make-me-happy.html' title='Day 11: Things that make me happy'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DdPGw9v9uW8/TzdFb67rNzI/AAAAAAAAFKY/VkbrKV_PLq0/s72-c/blogger-image--1051453678.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-6930362078698858121</id><published>2012-02-10T23:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T23:15:12.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10: Self Portrait</title><content type='html'>Cause let's face it we are all equally tired of the fish lips or crooked half-not-smile self pics that are infesting Facebook lately. I took it upon myself to switch it up a bit, just you wait, my trend will catch on. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hVtL0gV8Cvg/TzYVfwODHWI/AAAAAAAAFKQ/NeXCgdly_ls/s640/blogger-image--71262847.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hVtL0gV8Cvg/TzYVfwODHWI/AAAAAAAAFKQ/NeXCgdly_ls/s640/blogger-image--71262847.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-6930362078698858121?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6930362078698858121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=6930362078698858121&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/6930362078698858121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/6930362078698858121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-10-self-portrait.html' title='Day 10: Self Portrait'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hVtL0gV8Cvg/TzYVfwODHWI/AAAAAAAAFKQ/NeXCgdly_ls/s72-c/blogger-image--71262847.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-465096584983205091</id><published>2012-02-09T17:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T17:54:15.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9: Front Door</title><content type='html'>Neat hu?! I love living here for the fact that it's February and my kids are STILL riding their bikes around the culdasac. Hence the always open front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have Alarm system (and lots and lots of republican owned guns just incase any creepies are reading this) and with our alarm comes the chimes that ring when you open any door. One of my favorite sounds is "ding ding front door" because 9 times out of 10 that means Dan is home, or a favorite has come to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my front door, cause its MY front door. We own it. I could paint it pink if I wanted to. We worked hard for that front door, it does a good door job,and by golly it's one awesome front door. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-41R-_ZPBumk/TzR4xkEohZI/AAAAAAAAFKI/GTjMj6uCpjA/s640/blogger-image-1084577728.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-41R-_ZPBumk/TzR4xkEohZI/AAAAAAAAFKI/GTjMj6uCpjA/s640/blogger-image-1084577728.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-465096584983205091?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/465096584983205091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=465096584983205091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/465096584983205091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/465096584983205091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-9-front-door.html' title='Day 9: Front Door'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-41R-_ZPBumk/TzR4xkEohZI/AAAAAAAAFKI/GTjMj6uCpjA/s72-c/blogger-image-1084577728.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-6771131403577601951</id><published>2012-02-08T22:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:08:04.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8: Sun</title><content type='html'>I love St George. I especially love living here when those in other areas are freezing. Perfect day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-RXIdkQ8DN7k/TzNiw7_88aI/AAAAAAAAFKA/gezIhbDqdVo/s640/blogger-image-848392204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-RXIdkQ8DN7k/TzNiw7_88aI/AAAAAAAAFKA/gezIhbDqdVo/s640/blogger-image-848392204.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-6771131403577601951?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6771131403577601951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=6771131403577601951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/6771131403577601951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/6771131403577601951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-8-sun.html' title='Day 8: Sun'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-RXIdkQ8DN7k/TzNiw7_88aI/AAAAAAAAFKA/gezIhbDqdVo/s72-c/blogger-image-848392204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-4015574387048367595</id><published>2012-02-07T20:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T20:15:39.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7: Button</title><content type='html'>I'm tired. I want some no bake cookies.  My creative juices are NOT flowing. So you get a picture of the calculator on my phone. Oh yes I'm so clever. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NZVoKGZbx9w/TzH26XSK6sI/AAAAAAAAFJ4/BNeLzRHJLsQ/s640/blogger-image-1582882728.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NZVoKGZbx9w/TzH26XSK6sI/AAAAAAAAFJ4/BNeLzRHJLsQ/s640/blogger-image-1582882728.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-4015574387048367595?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4015574387048367595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=4015574387048367595&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/4015574387048367595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/4015574387048367595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-7-button.html' title='Day 7: Button'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NZVoKGZbx9w/TzH26XSK6sI/AAAAAAAAFJ4/BNeLzRHJLsQ/s72-c/blogger-image-1582882728.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-3750716005329355456</id><published>2012-02-06T20:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T20:51:01.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6: dinner.....and some ramblyness</title><content type='html'>Today I said good-bye to the mattress that has so graciously and uncomfortably Traveled with us to 6 different apartments and 3 different states. Our new one is AWESOMEEEE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys also got new bunk beds which they are over the top excited for. I'm excited too....well I was until my irrational fears snuck in and I caught myself googling "kids smashed by bunk beds." but no worries irrational fears are a specialty of mine. no really I once made Dan promise that he would never make us go to the grand canyon....I was crying. Then  another time Dan sent me a picture on his phone of the boys at Hoover dam on their way back from a camping trip, I had a panic attack. A real "Amy in a thrift store" type attack. But I'm sure we will all be fine in the morning ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how big our bed is......I could roll over twice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the photo of the day: dinner. Made this. It was a hit.....for most.&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vjoQiFBpqzI/TzCtsWTjUWI/AAAAAAAAFJo/eIuESW8l4W8/s640/blogger-image-1499240335.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vjoQiFBpqzI/TzCtsWTjUWI/AAAAAAAAFJo/eIuESW8l4W8/s640/blogger-image-1499240335.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_mZQVePASJk/TzCts2Anf0I/AAAAAAAAFJw/L9MHYtYI6V8/s640/blogger-image-581636883.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_mZQVePASJk/TzCts2Anf0I/AAAAAAAAFJw/L9MHYtYI6V8/s640/blogger-image-581636883.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-3750716005329355456?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/3750716005329355456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=3750716005329355456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/3750716005329355456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/3750716005329355456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-6-dinnerand-some-ramblyness.html' title='Day 6: dinner.....and some ramblyness'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vjoQiFBpqzI/TzCtsWTjUWI/AAAAAAAAFJo/eIuESW8l4W8/s72-c/blogger-image-1499240335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-4341487926897619685</id><published>2012-02-05T09:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T09:47:26.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5: 10am</title><content type='html'>10am on Sunday mornings at our house are crazy insane. Today 10am was calm.....for a split second. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_3243ENDc2E/Ty7Are3sn2I/AAAAAAAAFJg/SmkGHe33Hn0/s640/blogger-image--1436693394.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_3243ENDc2E/Ty7Are3sn2I/AAAAAAAAFJg/SmkGHe33Hn0/s640/blogger-image--1436693394.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-4341487926897619685?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4341487926897619685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=4341487926897619685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/4341487926897619685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/4341487926897619685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-5-10am.html' title='Day 5: 10am'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_3243ENDc2E/Ty7Are3sn2I/AAAAAAAAFJg/SmkGHe33Hn0/s72-c/blogger-image--1436693394.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-3576589658287471221</id><published>2012-02-05T07:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T07:12:14.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4: A Stranger</title><content type='html'>My stranger {SLEEP}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah is most certainly NOT a stranger, but for some reason recently SLEEP most certainly is. Camden's goal in life is to not do anything the easy way, so of course that means sleeping through the night. So mix that with my inability to shut my mind off and sleep becomes a stranger. But on a good note I am surprisingly functionable on little sleep and things are well.&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4j-Fi4EQ2kg/Ty6cTHT_BVI/AAAAAAAAFJY/68IDOmDxDD0/s640/blogger-image--1115214848.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4j-Fi4EQ2kg/Ty6cTHT_BVI/AAAAAAAAFJY/68IDOmDxDD0/s640/blogger-image--1115214848.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-3576589658287471221?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/3576589658287471221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=3576589658287471221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/3576589658287471221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/3576589658287471221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-4-stranger.html' title='Day 4: A Stranger'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4j-Fi4EQ2kg/Ty6cTHT_BVI/AAAAAAAAFJY/68IDOmDxDD0/s72-c/blogger-image--1115214848.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-2979630483414105476</id><published>2012-02-03T20:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T20:05:44.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3: Hands</title><content type='html'>Seems fitting because all i've heard the last day and a half is the sound of hands hitting the beautiful punching bag and speed bag, (that we have so lovingly named "Pelosi") that now lives jn the corner of our bedroom (romantic I know). The sparing gloves have come in handy in releasing some.....irritation inside Miss Mandee.  Although I did learn quickly that holding them in front of your face isn't the smartest idea. So heres to punching things for fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VKt5g2rHSnY/TyyulTrtQOI/AAAAAAAAFJI/x_ehn20J7SY/s640/blogger-image--621173378.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VKt5g2rHSnY/TyyulTrtQOI/AAAAAAAAFJI/x_ehn20J7SY/s640/blogger-image--621173378.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xcXhWd-1fro/TyyulwsNTnI/AAAAAAAAFJQ/kkxW6fArwTw/s640/blogger-image--1706746926.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xcXhWd-1fro/TyyulwsNTnI/AAAAAAAAFJQ/kkxW6fArwTw/s640/blogger-image--1706746926.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-2979630483414105476?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2979630483414105476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=2979630483414105476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/2979630483414105476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/2979630483414105476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-3-hands.html' title='Day 3: Hands'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VKt5g2rHSnY/TyyulTrtQOI/AAAAAAAAFJI/x_ehn20J7SY/s72-c/blogger-image--621173378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-5323484469733501066</id><published>2012-02-03T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T07:25:20.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_BGDsle6xk8/Tytlsi2937I/AAAAAAAAFJA/sO5hCYXHr_w/s640/blogger-image--677969359.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="388" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_BGDsle6xk8/Tytlsi2937I/AAAAAAAAFJA/sO5hCYXHr_w/s640/blogger-image--677969359.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-5323484469733501066?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5323484469733501066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=5323484469733501066&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/5323484469733501066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/5323484469733501066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-2-words.html' title='Day 2: words'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_BGDsle6xk8/Tytlsi2937I/AAAAAAAAFJA/sO5hCYXHr_w/s72-c/blogger-image--677969359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-2121440477788402197</id><published>2012-02-02T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T12:40:31.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No really this time</title><content type='html'>Seriously I blame Camden and Noah for my lack of bloggy-ness. I usually just sit around and make him laugh all day, or play mario kart with Noah (he has an addiction, we may need to seek professional help). No really my laundry room is a total testament to that. I do kick myself however because I should be blogging things so I can remember. I Facebook them cause it's faster, but....Facebook doesn't have a memory I can refer back to (well at least not that I am aware of). So I decided to do the Febuary photo a day challenge I saw &lt;a href="http://www.fatmumslim.com.au/2012/01/february-photo-day-kicks-off-tomorrow.html" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. Here is the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-D8z4PGfd7Bw/TyryloNTfMI/AAAAAAAAFI4/tYKqYMr0RKo/s640/blogger-image--70533101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-D8z4PGfd7Bw/TyryloNTfMI/AAAAAAAAFI4/tYKqYMr0RKo/s400/blogger-image--70533101.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(which was yesterday)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Your View today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got new glasses....for free. Yep I am usually to lazy to try the free deals I see on &lt;a href="http://www.raininghotcoupons.com/" target="_blank"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; blog, (which is totally awesome by the way)&amp;nbsp;but I needed new glasses anyways so I figured i'd give it a try. I went....i picked....i typed in the discount "code".....i ordered.....I paid only shipping.....i got new glasses for just the cost to get them here (which was maybe 9$). I love them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VnvicIUUxrI/TyrylPVgSFI/AAAAAAAAFIw/EJVjaky-qeg/s640/blogger-image-1103760852.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VnvicIUUxrI/TyrylPVgSFI/AAAAAAAAFIw/EJVjaky-qeg/s640/blogger-image-1103760852.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/31661786-2121440477788402197?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2121440477788402197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=2121440477788402197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/2121440477788402197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/2121440477788402197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2012/02/no-really-this-time.html' title='No really this time'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-D8z4PGfd7Bw/TyryloNTfMI/AAAAAAAAFI4/tYKqYMr0RKo/s72-c/blogger-image--70533101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-5898361856737259159</id><published>2012-01-12T20:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T20:59:33.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter is usually present around here</title><content type='html'>My boys, like their dad, can make me laugh harder then anyone else. Case and point: I go in to wake Anthon up for school, I tell him his toast is ready to which he opens his eyes, smiles and says "I'm squeezing my butt cheeks for joy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure glad humor is present around these parts because without it..,,,well no use visualizing the worst. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Ou8p8o4dtKY/Tw-6NcyzZeI/AAAAAAAAFIQ/M5weSD2aqSM/s640/blogger-image--550571224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Ou8p8o4dtKY/Tw-6NcyzZeI/AAAAAAAAFIQ/M5weSD2aqSM/s640/blogger-image--550571224.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-5898361856737259159?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5898361856737259159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=5898361856737259159&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/5898361856737259159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/5898361856737259159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2012/01/laughter-is-usually-present-around-here.html' title='Laughter is usually present around here'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Ou8p8o4dtKY/Tw-6NcyzZeI/AAAAAAAAFIQ/M5weSD2aqSM/s72-c/blogger-image--550571224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-6986963735915015354</id><published>2012-01-11T19:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T19:00:06.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-I5z-DaySNog/Tw5MtXQEpTI/AAAAAAAAFII/YSgXGnieWGg/s640/blogger-image-837391018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-I5z-DaySNog/Tw5MtXQEpTI/AAAAAAAAFII/YSgXGnieWGg/s640/blogger-image-837391018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-6986963735915015354?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6986963735915015354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=6986963735915015354&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/6986963735915015354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/6986963735915015354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2012/01/love.html' title='Love!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-I5z-DaySNog/Tw5MtXQEpTI/AAAAAAAAFII/YSgXGnieWGg/s72-c/blogger-image-837391018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-135589832870018015</id><published>2012-01-10T11:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T11:37:13.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year &amp; phone photo purge</title><content type='html'>Well 2012 has been crazy and it's only the 10th of January. So far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed up til mdnight and rang in the new year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camden decided to scare us all and spend the night at the hospital with pneumonia. And also got his first ride in an Ambulance from the ER to the pediatric department at the old hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camden decided to crawl! It's so fun to watch him explore new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthon got the nasty stomach bug.....then Noah got it......then both Camden and I got it (at he same time) and now Dan has it.....it's been really fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I have made a new goal To be a better blogger. I realized recently how beneficial it is in remembering things, but it does no good if I haven't blogged about anything. 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-zv8lq4emkbY/TwyTZ3MmCII/AAAAAAAAFH8/fsXDqYlLqJc/s640/blogger-image-1497601451.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-135589832870018015?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/135589832870018015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=135589832870018015&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/135589832870018015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/135589832870018015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-phone-photo-purge.html' title='Happy New Year &amp;amp; phone photo purge'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ms1aDPS8RZg/TwyTWp2bUaI/AAAAAAAAFHE/S7eGI2zQXe4/s72-c/blogger-image--2131636423.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-1317121775535529959</id><published>2011-11-02T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T12:48:10.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm obsessed with my baby. No really. I think I may have a problem. For instance: I have a mountain of laundry to do and packing so we can go up north for the weekend, but what have I been doing all morning.....sitting&amp;nbsp;on the floor playing with the babe. So now that I had to put him down for a nap I should get something done, but what am I doing? I am blogging about the little guy of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l0mtdPPyuJA/TrGdq5B0x0I/AAAAAAAAFFM/mfRm9XcWH7U/s320/025.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kClSx3YrzaU/TrGdiW6k9MI/AAAAAAAAFFE/mDJD4v9eio8/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kClSx3YrzaU/TrGdiW6k9MI/AAAAAAAAFFE/mDJD4v9eio8/s320/024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bc6EbDmKMO8/TrGdYU-2RPI/AAAAAAAAFE8/HFnRwiBRyrI/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bc6EbDmKMO8/TrGdYU-2RPI/AAAAAAAAFE8/HFnRwiBRyrI/s320/023.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-1317121775535529959?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/1317121775535529959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=1317121775535529959&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/1317121775535529959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/1317121775535529959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/11/love.html' title='love.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l0mtdPPyuJA/TrGdq5B0x0I/AAAAAAAAFFM/mfRm9XcWH7U/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-5864850139332526858</id><published>2011-10-31T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T20:11:45.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>because everyone needs an official Halloween post</title><content type='html'>This year we had a James the Train, a Creepy Skeleton (which if you know me, you know was a huge leap for me in the creepy department because I loathe all things creepy-but have you seen anthons "please mom" face? you just cant resist), and a cute little mouse. -Note about the mouse costume: each of my boys and myself have worn the mouse costume. Don't worry I&amp;nbsp;haven't worn it lately, my mom made it for me when I was a wee tyke. Its sentimental. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ah1fOM2v6xE/Tq9igLun5xI/AAAAAAAAFEs/7DjhlIdiC_I/s1600/P8300008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ah1fOM2v6xE/Tq9igLun5xI/AAAAAAAAFEs/7DjhlIdiC_I/s320/P8300008.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--tLLehnEaIs/Tq9inbHneKI/AAAAAAAAFE0/zCDKBUiXq28/s1600/P8300013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--tLLehnEaIs/Tq9inbHneKI/AAAAAAAAFE0/zCDKBUiXq28/s320/P8300013.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Now thats over, bring on the real holidays! &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/31661786-5864850139332526858?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5864850139332526858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=5864850139332526858&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/5864850139332526858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/5864850139332526858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/10/because-everyone-needs-official.html' title='because everyone needs an official Halloween post'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ah1fOM2v6xE/Tq9igLun5xI/AAAAAAAAFEs/7DjhlIdiC_I/s72-c/P8300008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-5241537883372536983</id><published>2011-10-30T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T20:29:09.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy creepy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May I be the first to wish you a very Merry Halloween tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after that we can all go back to living in a world filled with creepy people instead of a world filled with creepy people AND people dressed up like creepy people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ag-eyzOaxF0/Tq4VWxR9bHI/AAAAAAAAFEk/F3GJBq3lm1g/s1600/picture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ag-eyzOaxF0/Tq4VWxR9bHI/AAAAAAAAFEk/F3GJBq3lm1g/s1600/picture.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-5241537883372536983?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5241537883372536983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=5241537883372536983&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/5241537883372536983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/5241537883372536983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-creepy-day.html' title='happy creepy day'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ag-eyzOaxF0/Tq4VWxR9bHI/AAAAAAAAFEk/F3GJBq3lm1g/s72-c/picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-5053239857937240859</id><published>2011-10-25T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T16:27:50.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good vs bad....depends on how you look at it</title><content type='html'>Something happened today. Something horrific and glorious all at the same time. Here's how it went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love cupcakes. No really, I really really LOVE cupcakes. And actually i make a pretty mean cupcake if i do say so myself. They are darn stinkin good. So good in fact that when I had a 25main cupcake I thought they were.....ugh (i know insert all your gasps here, but really lets be honest, not that good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i decided to make Halloween cupcakes for our party tomorrow&amp;nbsp;because having a reason to make cupcakes is always accompanied with less guilt. I made the cupcakes, I frosted the cupcakes, I took a bite of the cupcake.....and decided I DIDNT want one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really I didnt want one. Not even one. They tasted the same, they looked the same, they were the same cupcakes that usually bring out the binge eater in me.&amp;nbsp;People I may be losing it. Or best case scenario my prayers are being answered and my sweets craving is starting to subside a little. We will see how it goes when they are still here tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s I ran 3 miles today. I didnt die, but I may or may not have almost puked. It wasnt pretty. I even had to spit, and we all know how much I love spit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-5053239857937240859?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5053239857937240859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=5053239857937240859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/5053239857937240859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/5053239857937240859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/10/good-vs-baddepends-on-how-you-look-at.html' title='good vs bad....depends on how you look at it'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-7775698279865911930</id><published>2011-10-11T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T19:19:55.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its called a tramp.....not a Tramp.</title><content type='html'>Now when I say that the boys live on the tramp I am not kidding. Every waking moment that is not accompanied by food or sleep is spent on the trampoline (with the occasional time out for rain, webkinz, and the occasional tub).&amp;nbsp; Me on the other hand.....lets just say if I am to jump, even bounce on the trampoline I need to be prepared. Well today after many a minutes sitting in the fabulous shade on our fabulous porch watching Dan and Anthon jump, do tricks, and poke fun of me because of my inability to jump on the tramp, I gave in (don't worry I prepared first ;) and i did pretty good i might add....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tm2kZdZM22Q/TpTbJ5iJEFI/AAAAAAAAFDA/ykw079jvQhE/s1600/tramp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tm2kZdZM22Q/TpTbJ5iJEFI/AAAAAAAAFDA/ykw079jvQhE/s320/tramp.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and now in Dan's own words "Shooooot, whats the big deal"....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9HjhWG245U/TpT484Kn7aI/AAAAAAAAFDI/ALtHdFg-XaY/s1600/006+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9HjhWG245U/TpT484Kn7aI/AAAAAAAAFDI/ALtHdFg-XaY/s320/006+-+Copy.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes i am tooting my own horn, I am proud by golly. I've had 3 kids, am overweight, and out of shape. So these accomplishments don't come around everyday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-7775698279865911930?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7775698279865911930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=7775698279865911930&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/7775698279865911930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/7775698279865911930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-called-trampnot-tramp.html' title='Its called a tramp.....not a Tramp.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tm2kZdZM22Q/TpTbJ5iJEFI/AAAAAAAAFDA/ykw079jvQhE/s72-c/tramp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-8326529828229803803</id><published>2011-10-09T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:24:15.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the very last picture I took before my camera croaked. Its been on its way out for a while so I knew it was coming but panic sets in because come on cameras are expensive, and sadly a camera wont be in our budget for......a while. So camera-less I will be. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QXc8o3vnbEw/TpJV_19Q5sI/AAAAAAAAFCw/JMMsEiqcpbs/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QXc8o3vnbEw/TpJV_19Q5sI/AAAAAAAAFCw/JMMsEiqcpbs/s400/012.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;In other news......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I wish I was a better blogger these days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I hate playing catch-up...so I wont&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Most of life here is spent on the trampoline....for the boys anyways, mom not so much....darn bladder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We love our friends, and have recently realised just how extremely muches they mean to us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It was 53 degrees the other day and Anthon insisted on wearing a snow hat and gloves to school. I laughed. That same day Noah came out after getting himself dressed in shorts a t-shirt and flip flops. I laughed again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I love it when the weather gets colder, for many reasons but this year I love it because it means that my mom coming down for their "Southern Half" of the year is very very near. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-8326529828229803803?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8326529828229803803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=8326529828229803803&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/8326529828229803803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/8326529828229803803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-is-very-last-picture-i-took-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QXc8o3vnbEw/TpJV_19Q5sI/AAAAAAAAFCw/JMMsEiqcpbs/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-1269504437502802547</id><published>2011-10-02T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T19:39:22.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{happiness}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ut2Dh-12x68/Tokf23gsSBI/AAAAAAAAFCo/1qM46iOLLeQ/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ut2Dh-12x68/Tokf23gsSBI/AAAAAAAAFCo/1qM46iOLLeQ/s400/016.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look out to see Dan and Anthon fully dressed jumping on the tramp with the sprinklers under it. Perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-1269504437502802547?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/1269504437502802547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=1269504437502802547&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/1269504437502802547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/1269504437502802547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/10/happiness.html' title='{happiness}'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ut2Dh-12x68/Tokf23gsSBI/AAAAAAAAFCo/1qM46iOLLeQ/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-9106787507174127667</id><published>2011-09-30T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T16:28:57.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well duh....</title><content type='html'>If I was a 320 pound NFL player i would drive a &lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/nfl/blog/shutdown_corner/post/Antonio-Garay-The-nose-tackle-who-drives-a-Hell?urn=nfl-wp8318"&gt;Hello Kitty Smart Car&lt;/a&gt; too. No joke, I really would. Its perfect. Nobody else could get away with it if you think about it. "Paris Hilton drives a Hello Kitty Smart Car".......not cool. "Rob Schneider drives a Hello Kitty Smart Car"......ummmm just weird. But "320-pound NFL defender drives a Hello Kitty Smart Car".......by golly I think it is pretty darn cool. I want to BE him....well minus the whole 320 pound thing.....well and the fact that he's a man.....well and I don't really want to play football......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ai7rnBkW8k/ToZQPG51tpI/AAAAAAAAFCk/BrtYQHQYAIA/s320/antonio_garay_the_nose_tackle_who_drives_a_hello_kitty_smart_car.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;but&amp;nbsp;really that IS so rad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-9106787507174127667?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/9106787507174127667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=9106787507174127667&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/9106787507174127667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/9106787507174127667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/09/well-duh.html' title='Well duh....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ai7rnBkW8k/ToZQPG51tpI/AAAAAAAAFCk/BrtYQHQYAIA/s72-c/antonio_garay_the_nose_tackle_who_drives_a_hello_kitty_smart_car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-447396617913824246</id><published>2011-09-12T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T11:54:43.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you build it they will come....by they I mean you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;ever since my first child was born, almost 7 years ago, I have been dreaming of 2 things: 1) The days I could jump on the trampoline without peeing my pants and 2) a big grassy backyard! I gave up on the jumping on the trampoline dream after child number 2.....and child number 3.....but alas the backyard dream is finally here!! Best day ever!! It looks awesome, it feels awesome, and by golly its just awesome!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Step 1: Dig the trenches &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BdvIHxn7yeE/Tm5RPvpaOCI/AAAAAAAAFCA/aeUEI-Hlisw/s1600/162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BdvIHxn7yeE/Tm5RPvpaOCI/AAAAAAAAFCA/aeUEI-Hlisw/s320/162.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Step 2: Install the sprinklers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aAfnrgJFg4w/Tm5RYbbRU1I/AAAAAAAAFCE/6Sz1-9Ypdwc/s1600/164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aAfnrgJFg4w/Tm5RYbbRU1I/AAAAAAAAFCE/6Sz1-9Ypdwc/s320/164.JPG" width="320" /&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;Step 3: Put in the curbing&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pqqMLVjLq7U/Tm5RcxwozkI/AAAAAAAAFCI/BcAsBKBoWdA/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pqqMLVjLq7U/Tm5RcxwozkI/AAAAAAAAFCI/BcAsBKBoWdA/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pg4oKsFWXJg/Tm5RoO34FEI/AAAAAAAAFCM/_DdgnQoWaWg/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pg4oKsFWXJg/Tm5RoO34FEI/AAAAAAAAFCM/_DdgnQoWaWg/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Step 4: Put in the Sod&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WG0TkuabIS4/Tm5TYJSlMVI/AAAAAAAAFCY/S-HTMIVbKuo/s320/grass.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qDQ53X6j8d8/Tm5TcgT6PLI/AAAAAAAAFCc/n2ix11JIaKU/s1600/grass+b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qDQ53X6j8d8/Tm5TcgT6PLI/AAAAAAAAFCc/n2ix11JIaKU/s320/grass+b.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Step 5: Decorative Rock around edges and Pillow chips in soon to be play area&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNAUIH4jw8k/Tm5RxZzrndI/AAAAAAAAFCQ/3CH-bZ97lBQ/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNAUIH4jw8k/Tm5RxZzrndI/AAAAAAAAFCQ/3CH-bZ97lBQ/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GGhZ3FbH5xk/Tm5R40UJT4I/AAAAAAAAFCU/9-u0sk3WX1A/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GGhZ3FbH5xk/Tm5R40UJT4I/AAAAAAAAFCU/9-u0sk3WX1A/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To come: Trampoline, playset, and sandbox- oh and I am totally &lt;strong&gt;making&lt;/strong&gt; the sandbox. Its gonna be rad! Yes I just said that.........totally RAD! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thats all for now, I think I will get myself a tall glass of ice-water a cruddy gossip magazine and go chill in my fabulous backyard&amp;nbsp;and enjoy&amp;nbsp;our fabulously RAD&amp;nbsp;weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have waited a verrrrrrrrrrrry long time for this, just let me have my moment :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-447396617913824246?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/447396617913824246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=447396617913824246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/447396617913824246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/447396617913824246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-you-build-it-they-will-comeby-they-i.html' title='If you build it they will come....by they I mean you!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BdvIHxn7yeE/Tm5RPvpaOCI/AAAAAAAAFCA/aeUEI-Hlisw/s72-c/162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-5051417376459855496</id><published>2011-08-30T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T10:03:00.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C-is for Camden...and Cute!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;There are some things that I am absolutly certian of in this world, and one of those things is that Dan and I sure do make darn stinkin cute babies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h22o9aO8SN4/Tl0W47221sI/AAAAAAAAFB0/6i4eN_lamyE/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h22o9aO8SN4/Tl0W47221sI/AAAAAAAAFB0/6i4eN_lamyE/s320/003.JPG" width="320" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b19fCLEmr4E/Tl0W02OG1mI/AAAAAAAAFBw/7UVtBme53QQ/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b19fCLEmr4E/Tl0W02OG1mI/AAAAAAAAFBw/7UVtBme53QQ/s320/001.JPG" width="320" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-5051417376459855496?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5051417376459855496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=5051417376459855496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/5051417376459855496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/5051417376459855496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/08/c-is-for-camdenand-cute.html' title='C-is for Camden...and Cute!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h22o9aO8SN4/Tl0W47221sI/AAAAAAAAFB0/6i4eN_lamyE/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-6367508618414934322</id><published>2011-08-25T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T20:13:01.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 3 Fellas</title><content type='html'>Now come on just try and tell me those aren't 3 of the cutest babies you have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthon-Noah-Camden. All the same age, and sporting the same jogging suit (do you still call it a jogging suit even though technically they cant really jog? You would have the same issue with "track suit"..) This was Dan's outfit when he was younger.....he was probably 2......just kidding.......maybe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FXZpNY_Ghro/TlcO4mgqpCI/AAAAAAAAFBs/AioixeczT5s/s1600/Boys+in+blue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FXZpNY_Ghro/TlcO4mgqpCI/AAAAAAAAFBs/AioixeczT5s/s640/Boys+in+blue.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-6367508618414934322?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6367508618414934322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=6367508618414934322&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/6367508618414934322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/6367508618414934322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-3-fellas.html' title='My 3 Fellas'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FXZpNY_Ghro/TlcO4mgqpCI/AAAAAAAAFBs/AioixeczT5s/s72-c/Boys+in+blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-5114465424822400507</id><published>2011-08-21T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T17:53:40.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week down...kind of a lot more to go.</title><content type='html'>We made it through the first week of school! Anthon thinks school is really long, loves that he has 3 recesses, and thinks its way cool that he only has to wait 2 hours for dad to get home after he gets home from school. Noah does NOT think its cool that Anthon has school all day, doesnt think I play trains as well as Anthon, is waaaayyyyy less picky about what we have for lunch than Anthon. Camden decided that since he has a brother that is in 1st grade its time to start eating rice cereal like a big kid, he loves it. And mom....I have decided that whoever invented 6 hours of school has never had a 3 year old asking every 10 minutes "how many more minutes till Anthon comes home." All in all the week went well, now bring on week 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TNlR6MDhYmE/TlGoCbeWVYI/AAAAAAAAFBo/4XGU6M5cV7I/s1600/112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TNlR6MDhYmE/TlGoCbeWVYI/AAAAAAAAFBo/4XGU6M5cV7I/s320/112.JPG" width="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-5114465424822400507?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5114465424822400507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=5114465424822400507&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/5114465424822400507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/5114465424822400507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/08/1-week-downkind-of-lot-more-to-go.html' title='1 week down...kind of a lot more to go.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TNlR6MDhYmE/TlGoCbeWVYI/AAAAAAAAFBo/4XGU6M5cV7I/s72-c/112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-4404558165315469381</id><published>2011-08-19T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T14:13:05.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lets be honest shall we</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is what this post would be if i were&amp;nbsp;hoping that others read my blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weight loss is coming along, it&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;a challenge but I for&amp;nbsp;one am thankful for all of the challenges I face in my&amp;nbsp;life, they give me strength and help me discover myself. I feel powerful.&amp;nbsp;i feel stronger and my body healthier, I am certain that one day&amp;nbsp;soon my size 6's that I have held onto will so graciously fit my body.&amp;nbsp;Go team weightloss I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is&amp;nbsp;what this post would be if I&amp;nbsp;was the only one who ever read my blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to lose weight totally stinks! There is nothing fun or neat about it. Im starving. Literally, the other day I swear&amp;nbsp;i almost mistook my arm for a buttery breadstick and the checkout ladies head for an icecream cone. I am thinking about cutting up my size 6's and using them as a cleaning rag. Because come on&amp;nbsp;lets face it i couldnt even fit my&amp;nbsp;arm into the leg&amp;nbsp;of a size 6&amp;nbsp;pant.&amp;nbsp;Nothing about trying to lose weight is fun. I have a bad attitude, and skinny people are evil. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ij1HPiK3pYc/Tk7Rb3ecjFI/AAAAAAAAFBk/KqQ010VktIM/s1600/ShootingScale.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ij1HPiK3pYc/Tk7Rb3ecjFI/AAAAAAAAFBk/KqQ010VktIM/s320/ShootingScale.gif" width="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-4404558165315469381?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4404558165315469381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=4404558165315469381&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/4404558165315469381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/4404558165315469381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/08/blah-blah-blah.html' title='lets be honest shall we'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ij1HPiK3pYc/Tk7Rb3ecjFI/AAAAAAAAFBk/KqQ010VktIM/s72-c/ShootingScale.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-124242008534577182</id><published>2011-08-12T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T07:59:38.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>popcorn and gum at the same time is NOT a good idea</title><content type='html'>I remember when I was in college and I had to take economics....twice. I didnt get it the first time or the second time. I am pretty sure that is where my distaste for anything "economic-y" and Lonesome Dove came in to play.&amp;nbsp;I remember thinking "I will&amp;nbsp;NEVER use this why do I have to take this class?" I also remember thinking&amp;nbsp;that about......almost&amp;nbsp;all of my high school classes. Yep I was a naive brat.&amp;nbsp;The pillow&amp;nbsp;case&amp;nbsp;sewing skills I learned in home-ec have come in very handy. Anyhow back to my point....wait did I have one?.....oh ya. Even though I dont remember how to do the stupid graphs and charts I learned in economics I did learn that rewriting your college notes 5 times because you got a smudge on them, will help you pass a class that is completely over your head......barley. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm old now. I get that. And I am going to embrace it....someday. Baby steps. In the meantime I am thankful that I am old because I have learned soooooo much just by &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;getting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; old, and a lot of trial and error. Emphasis on the error. For instance did you know that if you smack the bones that stick out on the side of your elbow together it hurts &lt;strong&gt;BAD&lt;/strong&gt;. I tried it, and cried. Did you also&amp;nbsp;know that&amp;nbsp;eating a whole HUGE bag of sweedish fish&amp;nbsp;in one evening WILL make you puke.&amp;nbsp;No need to try it for you self, I&amp;nbsp;took one for the team on that one, its not a myth. So&amp;nbsp;I work with the Young Women in our ward and many times I have wanted to shake them and tell them just what to do cause I've "been there". Dont date just one person in high school you will miss out on sooo much,&amp;nbsp;dont stand people up on dates cause when Karma comes back and bites you it doesnt feel good.&amp;nbsp;You will always feel better about doing the right thing, even if its hard.&amp;nbsp;Things can always get worse, and chances are the person next to you has it worse, so be thankful for what you have always! Relax and let things roll off your back, it is always better to forgive then to harbor. Laugh, a lot you will need it. Always be nice to everyone because someday the girl you were horrible to in high school could be the one person in control of how much and when you get your pain meds when you get your appendix out.&amp;nbsp;Karma. Its a.........real mean deal.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea where I was going with this but I had a quiet&amp;nbsp;minute.....which is weird.....oh crud where are the boys ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and last but least....just because its "in style" does NOT mean its a good idea. For example: Ski Slope Bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YbqIxAJG0YM/TkXArTk2z1I/AAAAAAAAFBg/D9AhyHNqJk8/s1600/funny10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YbqIxAJG0YM/TkXArTk2z1I/AAAAAAAAFBg/D9AhyHNqJk8/s320/funny10.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-124242008534577182?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/124242008534577182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=124242008534577182&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/124242008534577182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/124242008534577182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/08/popcorn-and-gum-at-same-time-is-not.html' title='popcorn and gum at the same time is NOT a good idea'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YbqIxAJG0YM/TkXArTk2z1I/AAAAAAAAFBg/D9AhyHNqJk8/s72-c/funny10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-1669227477358564757</id><published>2011-08-04T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T09:10:06.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we {HEART} laughing</title><content type='html'>This is what happens when you leave Dad in charge for 15 minutes ;) They played in the mud for ever! But I let them live it up because by this time next week we will be well on our way to a fabulously grassed back yard! YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MMu8RGeFYvY/TjrD5EQeffI/AAAAAAAAFBU/O0rU2vdIkAE/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MMu8RGeFYvY/TjrD5EQeffI/AAAAAAAAFBU/O0rU2vdIkAE/s320/030.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this is my heavenly cute Camden laughing. It will make you smile. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9731a4cb70714e68" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9731a4cb70714e68%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331691980%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6C94554AB1DAAE988B35B00FAE1774E5DD8A9990.33EEAD747878DA6F2639467713C32E3BA0BBADA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9731a4cb70714e68%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCJYi7t17WfpywLnrJ5Xn_fmZeS8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9731a4cb70714e68%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331691980%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6C94554AB1DAAE988B35B00FAE1774E5DD8A9990.33EEAD747878DA6F2639467713C32E3BA0BBADA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9731a4cb70714e68%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCJYi7t17WfpywLnrJ5Xn_fmZeS8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-1669227477358564757?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/1669227477358564757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=1669227477358564757&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/1669227477358564757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/1669227477358564757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-heart-laughing.html' title='we {HEART} laughing'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MMu8RGeFYvY/TjrD5EQeffI/AAAAAAAAFBU/O0rU2vdIkAE/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-4524886621674300614</id><published>2011-07-30T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T18:37:15.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did that seriously just happen?</title><content type='html'>something happened to me today...something horrific, life changing, and down right not cool. Something right up there with&amp;nbsp;the devastation i felt when&amp;nbsp;i heard Mr. Belvedere was being discontinued (i was certain me and Wesley were meant to be together), or the time when I gave myself a black eye learning to skateboard...i was in college...in my driveway....My grandma laughed.....haven't tried it since....i nearly died i tell ya.....evil skateboard....i don't wanna talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now back to today's incident.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was minding my own business making sugar cookies with the boys when I bent over to grab something and I ripped my pants!&amp;nbsp; No really a genuine rip! Just like in the movies, I was bending over and everything....What does this tell you? I tell ya what it tells you, it tells you that this gal is officially on the weight loss wagon. I know what your thinking "shouldn't you have been on that for the last 4 months already?" Ya and I was....sort of.....ok lets be honest I was totally slacker sally lately.....but now its on! Its on like donkey Kong (see asterisk below for a story about donkey Kong). So if you see me huffing and puffing along the streets like I am going to pass out or puke, don't be alarmed, i might really puke, and then I will puke again from watching myself puke (its a never ending battle I know)&amp;nbsp;but at least my darn pants wont be ripping again any time soon. I'll let ya know how it goes. On a side note: No I wont be starving myself or eating grapefruits and wood chips, or injecting myself with some concoction that i ordered from Mexico. Rest assured it will be good ole' fashioned sweat, blood, and tears (honestly given my track record I am sure all three will be freakishly present).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Its on, It's on like donkey Kong" &lt;br /&gt;This phrase really bothers Dan, he doesn't understand it. "It doesn't even make any sense" he will always say, and truthfully I cant really explain it to him other then "it sounds cool." To which he replied "Well then why don't you just say 'it's on, its on like Spanish flan'?" so now its on, ladies and gentlemen, its on like Spanish Flan!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3s_WW6nyZHE/TjSxwDS1x2I/AAAAAAAAFBI/YsietTXnJNM/s1600/sweatpants.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3s_WW6nyZHE/TjSxwDS1x2I/AAAAAAAAFBI/YsietTXnJNM/s320/sweatpants.bmp" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rest assured that after said incident I will be graciously giving the yummy cookies I made away to some of my favorite people. If you don't get any either your not my favorite or I ate them....most likely I ate them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-4524886621674300614?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4524886621674300614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=4524886621674300614&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/4524886621674300614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/4524886621674300614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/07/did-that-seriously-just-happen.html' title='Did that seriously just happen?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3s_WW6nyZHE/TjSxwDS1x2I/AAAAAAAAFBI/YsietTXnJNM/s72-c/sweatpants.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-5379428662151958649</id><published>2011-07-27T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T19:52:13.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody needs fry sauce</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have THE funniest video of all time in my possessionn, I am talking a massive blackmail video. The Video of all videos......I have&amp;nbsp;4 words....Dan. Dancing. Topless. Taio Cruz Dynamite. wait that was 6 words, my bad. but.....for the sake of me wanting to stay married I cant show you, so you'll have to take my word for it. He is so funny, he makes me smile, and laugh, alot What do people do without a Dan? Is life boring? Do you find a way to cope? Is it kind of like eating fries without fry sauce? They are still ok but then you add the fry sauce and BAM they are fabulously fabulous! Yep Dan is my fry sauce,(without the little pickle relish things in it, thats nasty, really why would someone go and mess up a good thing like that). In the words of a momentarily crippled brother-in-law "Where is Dan, I just need Dan!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJUb9aaK7R4/TjDOSwoT3FI/AAAAAAAAFBE/t72HO8hL-Z0/s1600/amy+n+dan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJUb9aaK7R4/TjDOSwoT3FI/AAAAAAAAFBE/t72HO8hL-Z0/s320/amy+n+dan.jpg" t$="true" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;on another note: Today Anthon and Noah were in their room cleaning up the toys I hear Anthon tell Noah "Hey Noah say 'Anthon is stupid" of course Noah did, then Anthon immediately yells "Mom, Noah just said Anthon is stupid" *Big sigh* Boys. The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-5379428662151958649?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5379428662151958649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=5379428662151958649&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/5379428662151958649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/5379428662151958649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/07/everybody-needs-fry-sauce.html' title='Everybody needs fry sauce'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJUb9aaK7R4/TjDOSwoT3FI/AAAAAAAAFBE/t72HO8hL-Z0/s72-c/amy+n+dan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-6807801550979914693</id><published>2011-07-18T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T20:46:00.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love these boys</title><content type='html'>Noah's new word is "awkward" and he times it so perfectly most the time. It is hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthon made Camden laugh today....really really laugh it was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eHCXiyyw1gQ/TiT9QwcrXHI/AAAAAAAAFA0/8eTMVsoq5QQ/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eHCXiyyw1gQ/TiT9QwcrXHI/AAAAAAAAFA0/8eTMVsoq5QQ/s320/013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qeU1LnENM3o/TiT9X5Z4cjI/AAAAAAAAFA4/z7YHa7sK-NE/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qeU1LnENM3o/TiT9X5Z4cjI/AAAAAAAAFA4/z7YHa7sK-NE/s320/015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VIt-q7i0phI/TiT9dY3kYQI/AAAAAAAAFA8/DPge2hq6LIQ/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VIt-q7i0phI/TiT9dY3kYQI/AAAAAAAAFA8/DPge2hq6LIQ/s320/016.JPG" width="190" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rCPtjaHiUzE/TiT9eoC7LlI/AAAAAAAAFBA/pEnYIIQ9PwI/s1600/020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rCPtjaHiUzE/TiT9eoC7LlI/AAAAAAAAFBA/pEnYIIQ9PwI/s320/020.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This picture is the perfect depiction of what life is really like at our house. If Dan was in it, it would totally be this years Christmas card.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-6807801550979914693?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6807801550979914693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=6807801550979914693&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/6807801550979914693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/6807801550979914693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-love-these-boys.html' title='I love these boys'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eHCXiyyw1gQ/TiT9QwcrXHI/AAAAAAAAFA0/8eTMVsoq5QQ/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-4037818503370697855</id><published>2011-07-17T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T15:29:12.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We love fun</title><content type='html'>We are back. 14 days in Cache Valley and my kids are still begging to go back daily. Its an ongoing joke in our family that every time we go to Cache Valley one or all of my kids get sick. This time they decided to shake things up a bit....nobody got sick....but we did come home with 1 broken arm, 1 chipped tooth, and one sunburned infant (yes I know I get mother of the year). &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We played with cousins and occasionally fought with cousins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-De9Oeax-TmI/TiNeXjJYfqI/AAAAAAAAFAo/egMM9TKSw4c/s1600/076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SP0xJ6ZzFJQ/TiNeG8gNsAI/AAAAAAAAFAg/d0pRmuIApfQ/s1600/088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SP0xJ6ZzFJQ/TiNeG8gNsAI/AAAAAAAAFAg/d0pRmuIApfQ/s320/088.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Met baby Sam, loved on baby sam, and awed at baby Sam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-trAIkQRS1Hk/TiNeAQn0MDI/AAAAAAAAFAc/3CxfkvGsR7I/s1600/067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-trAIkQRS1Hk/TiNeAQn0MDI/AAAAAAAAFAc/3CxfkvGsR7I/s320/067.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Helped the stauffy's with yard beautification&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-De9Oeax-TmI/TiNeXjJYfqI/AAAAAAAAFAo/egMM9TKSw4c/s1600/076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-De9Oeax-TmI/TiNeXjJYfqI/AAAAAAAAFAo/egMM9TKSw4c/s320/076.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a movie on Mickey Mouse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wF9tljPeGJM/TiNd3AKPsuI/AAAAAAAAFAU/a6t_QevCR1I/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wF9tljPeGJM/TiNd3AKPsuI/AAAAAAAAFAU/a6t_QevCR1I/s320/052.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Spent time at the Bear Lake cabin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q5WX-Rzb264/TiNdsH0ZveI/AAAAAAAAFAQ/XcwzCprMYLQ/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q5WX-Rzb264/TiNdsH0ZveI/AAAAAAAAFAQ/XcwzCprMYLQ/s320/028.JPG" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Lol4SIxEn8/TiNdiRytGGI/AAAAAAAAFAM/FICP2HlIKJM/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Lol4SIxEn8/TiNdiRytGGI/AAAAAAAAFAM/FICP2HlIKJM/s320/025.JPG" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;celebrated Whit's graduation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-omzvh9hjpgA/TiNd7se5RyI/AAAAAAAAFAY/0rox02xPwas/s1600/055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-omzvh9hjpgA/TiNd7se5RyI/AAAAAAAAFAY/0rox02xPwas/s320/055.JPG" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Went to Willow Zoo....lets be honest its not really a zoo, its a Duck sanctuary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ngfp_SEVSRU/TiNeRVpzuqI/AAAAAAAAFAk/5U2br2b6Chc/s1600/093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ngfp_SEVSRU/TiNeRVpzuqI/AAAAAAAAFAk/5U2br2b6Chc/s320/093.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And hit up Chuckee Cheese's on the way home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTghBhjX4cc/TiNegSKO4mI/AAAAAAAAFAs/5MlDzNo63wQ/s1600/101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTghBhjX4cc/TiNegSKO4mI/AAAAAAAAFAs/5MlDzNo63wQ/s200/101.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and Noah found some of Dan's old shoes that he wore when he was a kid. They are pink, about 2 sizes to big, and he refuses to wear anything BUT these shoes, and who am I to deny a kid the love of pink high tops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kGe58rSDD8/TiNelp8T84I/AAAAAAAAFAw/jok5Xl0KrmU/s1600/113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kGe58rSDD8/TiNelp8T84I/AAAAAAAAFAw/jok5Xl0KrmU/s200/113.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Now we are home, everyone has the post-vacation crankies, except Camden, he is actually fabulously happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-4037818503370697855?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4037818503370697855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=4037818503370697855&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/4037818503370697855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/4037818503370697855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/07/we-love-fun.html' title='We love fun'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SP0xJ6ZzFJQ/TiNeG8gNsAI/AAAAAAAAFAg/d0pRmuIApfQ/s72-c/088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-14331529947786744</id><published>2011-06-27T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T08:17:55.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the words of Biz Markie....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Oh baby youuuuu, you got what I neeeeeed...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;1 house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;2 fish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(may they rest in peace)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;3 little boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;"&gt;4 states&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(im counting utah&amp;nbsp;twice cause lets be honest southern utah and northern utah are about as opposite as you can get)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;5 apartments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;6 cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;7 anniversaries with kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;8 years being an Ernstrom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8RraXQ73D9M/Tgie22qU9UI/AAAAAAAAFAI/glewQgbTL-4/s1600/anniversery+hawaii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8RraXQ73D9M/Tgie22qU9UI/AAAAAAAAFAI/glewQgbTL-4/s320/anniversery+hawaii.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8 years ago today Dan was late.....he is still usually late. 8 years ago today I was craving Mcdonalds....i am still usually craving mcdonalds. 8 years ago today Dan's soda exploded all over my wedding dress....i sill hate soda. 8 years ago today married&amp;nbsp;my best friend....he's still my best friend...... Holy shnikies its been 8 years?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-14331529947786744?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/14331529947786744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=14331529947786744&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/14331529947786744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/14331529947786744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-words-of-biz-markie.html' title='In the words of Biz Markie....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8RraXQ73D9M/Tgie22qU9UI/AAAAAAAAFAI/glewQgbTL-4/s72-c/anniversery+hawaii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-7715817317474772489</id><published>2011-06-19T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T19:52:46.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we triple heart our dads</title><content type='html'>Today &lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I asked Anthon what he loves about Dad and he replies: "He lets me throw a pie in his face" to which i puzzlingly say "no he doesn't" and he responds "that's because we've never made a pie." I ask Noah what he loves about Dad he stops, thinks for a second then says: "i.am.a.robot.i.come.from.the.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;future." equip with robot arm movements and everything, then he smiles at me and walks away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nXFwI69aNJI/Tf60LaM97KI/AAAAAAAAE_0/SQO0HC_I6R8/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nXFwI69aNJI/Tf60LaM97KI/AAAAAAAAE_0/SQO0HC_I6R8/s320/028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;The boys love their Dad, and I love their Dad. He teaches them to burn bugs with a magnifying glass and at the same time he gives me a super embarrassing picture to blog about. He loves us. But we love him times a million!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TnMPfcTFOiw/Tf60l4cUCgI/AAAAAAAAFAE/cXZXWmHcLts/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TnMPfcTFOiw/Tf60l4cUCgI/AAAAAAAAFAE/cXZXWmHcLts/s320/025.JPG" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;On another note....at what point should I start to worry about my child? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Today&amp;nbsp;Noah told me that dogs don't go to the bathroom outside and gave me a demonstration on how dogs would be able to sit on the toilet, it was quite clever and i could totally see the convenience in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PLJhukA0U7U/Tf60O9nYnKI/AAAAAAAAE_4/2fljJjuaW_o/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PLJhukA0U7U/Tf60O9nYnKI/AAAAAAAAE_4/2fljJjuaW_o/s320/035.JPG" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;I heard singing coming from the baby's room, I went in to find him sitting in the rocking chair like this singing "follow the Prophet"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gG3IhaOlG0U/Tf60R6F1WQI/AAAAAAAAE_8/fy1uU-yNsek/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gG3IhaOlG0U/Tf60R6F1WQI/AAAAAAAAE_8/fy1uU-yNsek/s320/039.JPG" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Now notice in this picture&amp;nbsp;he not only has a pair of undies on his head but also one in his hands he was pretending was a shield. I let it go on, no use breaking the kids spirits, its just underwear. If he is still doing it when he is 15 I'll have a talk with him about it. :) &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/31661786-7715817317474772489?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7715817317474772489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=7715817317474772489&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/7715817317474772489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/7715817317474772489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/06/we-triple-heart-our-dads.html' title='we triple heart our dads'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nXFwI69aNJI/Tf60LaM97KI/AAAAAAAAE_0/SQO0HC_I6R8/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-4713146476789216271</id><published>2011-06-16T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T11:52:50.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{day 61}</title><content type='html'>This little guy is 3 months old! Yay for less crying! He's fabulous now, I'm a Little bias because he loves me...lots :) The feeling is sure mutual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9FO12Nls7wY/TfpPrlRspWI/AAAAAAAAE_w/Q9wxS1tULVc/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9FO12Nls7wY/TfpPrlRspWI/AAAAAAAAE_w/Q9wxS1tULVc/s320/018.JPG" t8="true" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well now that he is officially 3 months old that means that if I am keeping with the trends as when I had the other two, I have approximately 2 and a half years until the weight will finally start to come off....then I will get pregnant again and have to start all over. Just kidding....about the pregnant part. No really, totally kidding. Wouldn't want to give Dan a heart attack. We're done. Didn't I say that last time.....and the time before that...but this time I REALLY mean it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-4713146476789216271?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4713146476789216271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=4713146476789216271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/4713146476789216271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/4713146476789216271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-61.html' title='{day 61}'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9FO12Nls7wY/TfpPrlRspWI/AAAAAAAAE_w/Q9wxS1tULVc/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-3600602593272864165</id><published>2011-06-16T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T09:28:16.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Day 62}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hrb5eBiQfi8/TfouZgAfwfI/AAAAAAAAE_o/-KsnLEeRalc/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hrb5eBiQfi8/TfouZgAfwfI/AAAAAAAAE_o/-KsnLEeRalc/s320/004.JPG" t8="true" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VszyDV-xcsQ/TfourKAGT-I/AAAAAAAAE_s/Z6WJyeI8MEA/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VszyDV-xcsQ/TfourKAGT-I/AAAAAAAAE_s/Z6WJyeI8MEA/s320/003.JPG" t8="true" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are suckers....the lips not the kids...well.....ya ok,&amp;nbsp;the lips ARE the suckers. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-3600602593272864165?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/3600602593272864165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=3600602593272864165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/3600602593272864165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/3600602593272864165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-62.html' title='{Day 62}'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hrb5eBiQfi8/TfouZgAfwfI/AAAAAAAAE_o/-KsnLEeRalc/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-8830122995800262804</id><published>2011-06-14T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T18:20:11.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self:</title><content type='html'>This is where you will end up when you let&amp;nbsp;Dan decide what to do today.... I told them to give me a thumbs up...they were reluctant. Next time I think we will go with My idea of going to the splash pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DluoUkI0LfI/TfgIc0TZbOI/AAAAAAAAE_k/EhU54b2nOfQ/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DluoUkI0LfI/TfgIc0TZbOI/AAAAAAAAE_k/EhU54b2nOfQ/s640/012.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-8830122995800262804?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8830122995800262804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=8830122995800262804&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/8830122995800262804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/8830122995800262804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/06/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self:'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DluoUkI0LfI/TfgIc0TZbOI/AAAAAAAAE_k/EhU54b2nOfQ/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-9133384427032971171</id><published>2011-06-12T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T16:26:57.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day something, something, and something...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Summer has been fun....too fun to post. Now its getting hot, I looked ahead at the weather and the 90's are here to stay. I get a bit of anxiety because I know the days of 100's are creeping up fast, but I am prepared, I stocked up on deodorant, sunscreen, and Popsicles. We are set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d782CD7uwP4/TfVJfXRVnWI/AAAAAAAAE_c/enJ7ZJALUzY/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d782CD7uwP4/TfVJfXRVnWI/AAAAAAAAE_c/enJ7ZJALUzY/s320/009.JPG" t8="true" width="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is starting to really like me! Its fabulous!! Its fun that when he can see me he smiles, then when I walk away he starts to cry....ok its only fun when I don't have something I REALLY need to do, and cant stand in front of him all day.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oKYCGJiwXy0/TfVJcYJPM3I/AAAAAAAAE_U/rmNzij2tnpg/s320/004.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hi_VT_9QwI4/TfVJeZfko4I/AAAAAAAAE_Y/fntQnPAEsVw/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hi_VT_9QwI4/TfVJeZfko4I/AAAAAAAAE_Y/fntQnPAEsVw/s320/007.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who would have guessed that we would be spending so much time at the Ghetto Pool. Its fabulous. Really, we all love it! Well except Camden, he doesn't really actually know we are there, he sleeps through the whole thing in the shade. He's good like that.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V0cdSYioUY8/TfVJg37wRjI/AAAAAAAAE_g/TeG7TO7KvAc/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V0cdSYioUY8/TfVJg37wRjI/AAAAAAAAE_g/TeG7TO7KvAc/s320/003.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dan coaches baseball, the 13-14 year old lads. He loves it, the boys think he is the coolest, I'm glad its over...I mean ....wait what are we talking about?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-9133384427032971171?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/9133384427032971171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=9133384427032971171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/9133384427032971171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/9133384427032971171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-something-something-and-something.html' title='day something, something, and something...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d782CD7uwP4/TfVJfXRVnWI/AAAAAAAAE_c/enJ7ZJALUzY/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-3320069212315821998</id><published>2011-06-07T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T07:14:34.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Precious</title><content type='html'>I remember thinking she was a rockstar in high school for facing her challenges with such amazing faith and determination. She is more a rockstar now. Her faith and smile is inspiring. She is inspiring&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OHL6OonYgEQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-3320069212315821998?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/3320069212315821998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=3320069212315821998&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/3320069212315821998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/3320069212315821998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-is-precious.html' title='Life Is Precious'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OHL6OonYgEQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-6560854991809251172</id><published>2011-06-05T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T19:15:24.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{day 72}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;miss my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish we lived closer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I'll take what I can get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pdTM8EEnwRU/Tew4EY5U3tI/AAAAAAAAE_Q/G8Pojqzb1cU/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pdTM8EEnwRU/Tew4EY5U3tI/AAAAAAAAE_Q/G8Pojqzb1cU/s320/008.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even if that is just a lunch. It was fabulous. Heather is one of my favorite people. Really, and Camden told me he really likes her too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-6560854991809251172?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6560854991809251172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=6560854991809251172&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/6560854991809251172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/6560854991809251172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-72.html' title='{day 72}'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pdTM8EEnwRU/Tew4EY5U3tI/AAAAAAAAE_Q/G8Pojqzb1cU/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-8016561653871878828</id><published>2011-06-03T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T20:56:49.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{day 73}</title><content type='html'>Today Anthon had a friend over and Noah went to his "other half's" house so although it would have been the perfect time to wash some baseboards or floors or something like that, &amp;nbsp;I didn't...I couldn't resist, i got in some serious hug and smile time with this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PLSauMPZqyY/TemsltScR6I/AAAAAAAAE_M/8tZn9sm_8KY/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PLSauMPZqyY/TemsltScR6I/AAAAAAAAE_M/8tZn9sm_8KY/s320/012.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-8016561653871878828?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8016561653871878828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=8016561653871878828&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/8016561653871878828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/8016561653871878828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-73.html' title='{day 73}'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PLSauMPZqyY/TemsltScR6I/AAAAAAAAE_M/8tZn9sm_8KY/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-8831671853236529140</id><published>2011-06-02T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T19:56:56.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{days 75 &amp; 74}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿{Day 75}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPljecvNfQU/TehMaCqxWrI/AAAAAAAAE_I/DFFasMLGSZo/s1600/emma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPljecvNfQU/TehMaCqxWrI/AAAAAAAAE_I/DFFasMLGSZo/s320/emma.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 75 was all about friends. This is Noah and his other half Emma. I am almost positive that Noah doesn't think he can survive without Emma. At one point I had 8 kids at my house (that's including my own of course) all 6 and under. Yes I am crazy but boy did they have fun!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿﻿{Day 74}﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CVBQ_LWtCHk/TehMYUBiNUI/AAAAAAAAE_E/pO1N_BvSDlM/s1600/mom+n+noah.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CVBQ_LWtCHk/TehMYUBiNUI/AAAAAAAAE_E/pO1N_BvSDlM/s320/mom+n+noah.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-8831671853236529140?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8831671853236529140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=8831671853236529140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/8831671853236529140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/8831671853236529140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/06/days-75-74.html' title='{days 75 &amp; 74}'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPljecvNfQU/TehMaCqxWrI/AAAAAAAAE_I/DFFasMLGSZo/s72-c/emma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-1466931006033036931</id><published>2011-06-01T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T10:46:13.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Day 76}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;First time at the City pool aka "Ghetto Pool." Its amazing that here in St George we only have one real outdoor pool. We have some pretty sweet pools/ aquatic centers but they are inside. I know, I don't get it either. Well today we decided to try the city pool which IS the outdoor pool. It totally rocked! We sat on the edge of the gated kiddie pool and let the kids play. Even the older kids didn't seem to mind that we were making them stay in the baby section. Oh how I love summer so far!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VPXNiPWKIv0/TeZ6pdOlmxI/AAAAAAAAE_A/p3Sh_m_YIE4/s1600/pool.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VPXNiPWKIv0/TeZ6pdOlmxI/AAAAAAAAE_A/p3Sh_m_YIE4/s320/pool.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-1466931006033036931?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/1466931006033036931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=1466931006033036931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/1466931006033036931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/1466931006033036931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-76.html' title='{Day 76}'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VPXNiPWKIv0/TeZ6pdOlmxI/AAAAAAAAE_A/p3Sh_m_YIE4/s72-c/pool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-5056939307366420755</id><published>2011-05-30T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T18:18:48.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Day 77} Happy Memorial Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Today we took advantage of the PERFECT 70 degree weather (yep Cache Valley-ins I'm rubbin it in, I heard about your snow ;) and we did some yard work.&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZOaNNa3VGI/TeRBml9yYZI/AAAAAAAAE-8/09jEKxelFyU/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZOaNNa3VGI/TeRBml9yYZI/AAAAAAAAE-8/09jEKxelFyU/s400/006.JPG" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dan and the boys leveling out the yard in anticipation of grass.....someday&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-5056939307366420755?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5056939307366420755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=5056939307366420755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/5056939307366420755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/5056939307366420755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-77-happy-memorial-day.html' title='{Day 77} Happy Memorial Day!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZOaNNa3VGI/TeRBml9yYZI/AAAAAAAAE-8/09jEKxelFyU/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-858845096504814073</id><published>2011-05-29T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T07:19:48.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not quite 104 days but close...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the words of the catchy tune on Phineas and Ferb......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;"There's a 104 days of Summer Vacation, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;And school comes along just to end it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;So the annual problem for our generation, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Is finding a good way to spend it." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;This is how we have spent it so far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;{Day 82}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Started off the summer with a good ole fashion sleep in! Well ok at least one of us did. Noah decided that sleeping in...rather sleeping at all isn't really all its cracked up to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qtt7B-1TtWk/TeLvEA0OfhI/AAAAAAAAE-k/U3h3_w3h0cE/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qtt7B-1TtWk/TeLvEA0OfhI/AAAAAAAAE-k/U3h3_w3h0cE/s320/004.JPG" t8="true" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;{Day 81}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-REDIjpGTW7A/TeLvTZ2I5KI/AAAAAAAAE-w/hIztFxlV5XE/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-REDIjpGTW7A/TeLvTZ2I5KI/AAAAAAAAE-w/hIztFxlV5XE/s320/008.JPG" t8="true" width="190" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;{Day 80} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ffp-TjH4CXI/TeLvN1MxHhI/AAAAAAAAE-s/wKo-Yt6UN4Y/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ffp-TjH4CXI/TeLvN1MxHhI/AAAAAAAAE-s/wKo-Yt6UN4Y/s320/004.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;{Day 79}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cv8fk7Nyzkg/TeLvafkow9I/AAAAAAAAE-0/JY80zfVhBLc/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cv8fk7Nyzkg/TeLvafkow9I/AAAAAAAAE-0/JY80zfVhBLc/s320/005.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;{Day 78}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xcV5Ip4gpMo/TeOm6LWIztI/AAAAAAAAE-4/BLxaD4hnie4/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xcV5Ip4gpMo/TeOm6LWIztI/AAAAAAAAE-4/BLxaD4hnie4/s320/001.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;and yes we do have a whole room in our house that has nothing but this train in it. But in my defense the train is practically part of the family. I would bet that Anthon may choose to save the train over any one of us given the choice ;) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/31661786-858845096504814073?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/858845096504814073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=858845096504814073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/858845096504814073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/858845096504814073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/05/not-quite-104-days-but-close.html' title='Not quite 104 days but close...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qtt7B-1TtWk/TeLvEA0OfhI/AAAAAAAAE-k/U3h3_w3h0cE/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-2131897579514408957</id><published>2011-05-27T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T13:57:11.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome summer....for now anyways</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well its officially summer break here, which means that pretty soon we will have to put our bikes and strollers and outside toys aways so they wont melt. But for now we will enjoy it and live in the 10$ kiddie pool we snagged at wally-world. Ok honestly now I wont pretend i'm something I'm not, so seriously at our house summertime brings days where I am not sure how long its been since the boys have bathed, staying up a little later and dreams of sleeping in but no really getting to, and the one opportunity to have whatever hairstyle you want (at least until I get sick of it and just buzz them right off ;). Anthon wanted a mohawk "like a dinosaurs scales" so of course being the totally awesome mom I am, that is exactly what he got. Noah thinks anthon's hair looks "sooooo cute!" The lady at walgreens....not so much, although I am convinced SHE too would look rockin hot in a mohawk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OzawHTMZxDA/TeAPrLVmJmI/AAAAAAAAE-c/dgrRSkfmJfE/s400/003.JPG" t8="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-2131897579514408957?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2131897579514408957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=2131897579514408957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/2131897579514408957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/2131897579514408957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/05/welcome-summerfor-now-anyways.html' title='Welcome summer....for now anyways'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OzawHTMZxDA/TeAPrLVmJmI/AAAAAAAAE-c/dgrRSkfmJfE/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-1015322303897844272</id><published>2011-05-25T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T21:16:24.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{dimples} = {love}</title><content type='html'>because the other two don't slow down long enough for me to get any pictures of them you are just going to have to suffer through&amp;nbsp;more oooohhhhh so cute one of the little C-man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Qv0kA_iQsg/Td3TkKDZflI/AAAAAAAAE-Q/Fxl7G7tU7Mc/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Qv0kA_iQsg/Td3TkKDZflI/AAAAAAAAE-Q/Fxl7G7tU7Mc/s320/010.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zAZtg-lAcGg/Td3TpZtnAcI/AAAAAAAAE-U/aDkdZDB2ZNw/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zAZtg-lAcGg/Td3TpZtnAcI/AAAAAAAAE-U/aDkdZDB2ZNw/s320/012.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BaryPuSsnA0/Td3TvubZwXI/AAAAAAAAE-Y/hWM-uOPmqZQ/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BaryPuSsnA0/Td3TvubZwXI/AAAAAAAAE-Y/hWM-uOPmqZQ/s320/013.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now i am sure looking at those (or staring in some cases such as mine) was pure torture ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-1015322303897844272?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/1015322303897844272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=1015322303897844272&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/1015322303897844272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/1015322303897844272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/05/dimples-love.html' title='{dimples} = {love}'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Qv0kA_iQsg/Td3TkKDZflI/AAAAAAAAE-Q/Fxl7G7tU7Mc/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-5258501374626816194</id><published>2011-05-24T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T18:18:36.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>see ya later kindy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RQH52V-2i8s/TdxYZQHVGVI/AAAAAAAAE-E/OkhcnAMfPjU/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RQH52V-2i8s/TdxYZQHVGVI/AAAAAAAAE-E/OkhcnAMfPjU/s320/019.JPG" t8="true" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anthon is officially done with kindergarten. They had graduation today. Its bitter sweet. I am so proud of him, but this means in just a few short months he will be in first grade. I'm not sure I can handle having him gone all day, actually I'm not sure Noah can handle having him gone all day. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D9WKwt4YeEQ/TdxYfaE-r6I/AAAAAAAAE-I/fzPsYW-L8XE/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D9WKwt4YeEQ/TdxYfaE-r6I/AAAAAAAAE-I/fzPsYW-L8XE/s320/021.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anthon and his two pals&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ItjCxG8p7o/TdxYjUWU6RI/AAAAAAAAE-M/BKypGN-nUUk/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ItjCxG8p7o/TdxYjUWU6RI/AAAAAAAAE-M/BKypGN-nUUk/s320/022.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;graduation lunch at Pancho &amp;amp; Lefty's&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-5258501374626816194?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5258501374626816194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=5258501374626816194&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/5258501374626816194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/5258501374626816194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/05/see-ya-later-kindy.html' title='see ya later kindy'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RQH52V-2i8s/TdxYZQHVGVI/AAAAAAAAE-E/OkhcnAMfPjU/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-4534368679697187733</id><published>2011-05-22T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T08:54:51.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ummm.....ok</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Lets just be honest for a moment. There are some things in the world that are meant to be disposed of after use, for instance toilet paper, diapers (me and my gag reflux seriously don't get the whole cloth thing, I even throw my kids undies away when they crap in them, seriously I do), q-tips, lady gaga, trash bags, baby wipes, and most DEFINITELY menstrual pads! So I think it is safe to say I wont be buying any of &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/73454148/jazzypads-cloth-menstrual-pad-set-maxi?ref=sr_list_18&amp;amp;ga_search_submit&amp;amp;ga_search_query=bubbles&amp;amp;ga_search_type=handmade&amp;amp;ga_facet=handmade"&gt;THESE&lt;/a&gt; anytime soon. But hey at least they come in funky colors because Its so embarrassing when people see you wearing just a plain&amp;nbsp;disposable one....oh wait hopefully&amp;nbsp;NO ONE actually sees them while your wearing them!&amp;nbsp;Can someone please explain this to me? Oh and if you buy these, don't tell me, I will laugh and probably gag at you, so for our friendships sake lets just pretend we are all just as grossed out as I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kLZg_QnMrn8/TdkwyceBiwI/AAAAAAAAE98/fvgZf7RhAlQ/s1600/il_570xN_241381313.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kLZg_QnMrn8/TdkwyceBiwI/AAAAAAAAE98/fvgZf7RhAlQ/s200/il_570xN_241381313.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-4534368679697187733?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4534368679697187733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=4534368679697187733&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/4534368679697187733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/4534368679697187733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/05/ummmok.html' title='ummm.....ok'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kLZg_QnMrn8/TdkwyceBiwI/AAAAAAAAE98/fvgZf7RhAlQ/s72-c/il_570xN_241381313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-6041439446568861066</id><published>2011-05-21T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T13:56:46.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have i mentioned...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;....how in love I am with this little guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7_UVYurvv34/Tdgm2SbQV5I/AAAAAAAAE94/NVg-HLpG6Hk/s1600/camden+5-21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7_UVYurvv34/Tdgm2SbQV5I/AAAAAAAAE94/NVg-HLpG6Hk/s400/camden+5-21.jpg" width="336" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-6041439446568861066?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6041439446568861066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=6041439446568861066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/6041439446568861066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/6041439446568861066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/05/have-i-mentioned.html' title='Have i mentioned...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7_UVYurvv34/Tdgm2SbQV5I/AAAAAAAAE94/NVg-HLpG6Hk/s72-c/camden+5-21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-1088839299165744122</id><published>2011-05-18T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T16:50:25.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are entering the week of many popsicles</title><content type='html'>We decided that we needed a little more&amp;nbsp;chaos around these parts. A colicy 2 month old apparently wasn't enough ;) so Noah got his tonsils and adenoids out today.&amp;nbsp;According to the doctor they were "impressively large." When we went in for our first appointment with the Ear, Nose, and Throat Dr he just kept saying "wow those are huge."&amp;nbsp;All went well today other then the fact that&amp;nbsp;Noah is petrified of Doctors. He cried and cried.....and cried.&amp;nbsp;He came out of surgery crying too, it took&amp;nbsp;us a while, and two times of him throwing up, before he calmed down.&amp;nbsp;He has been doing really good&amp;nbsp;today.&amp;nbsp;But I am sure its the calm before the storm, word on the street is that day 3 will be the worst for the little&amp;nbsp;guy........*big deep breath*﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DcNd7Iv8-D4/TdmhJ3yppeI/AAAAAAAAE-A/xFyqq4Ke8fw/s1600/mom+noah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DcNd7Iv8-D4/TdmhJ3yppeI/AAAAAAAAE-A/xFyqq4Ke8fw/s320/mom+noah.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿Now Anthon (you know the one who DIDNT have surgery) has been crying all day. Why? He is sad for Noah. Seriously Anthon cried for an hour after we got home because he doesn't like Noah's voice and it makes him sad. He will randomly start crying again throughout the day when Noah talks to him. Doesn't matter what I say or tell him, he is seriously concerned about Noah. The love is sweet, the crying not so much......*another big deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Camden is......getting better.....i hope. But he sure is a cute little bugger, and he melts my heart. I'm a sucker for the little guy, I'd probably buy him a pony if he asked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AKMlJqVY-TU/TdR1LU_xhcI/AAAAAAAAE9s/9K1766kmHao/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AKMlJqVY-TU/TdR1LU_xhcI/AAAAAAAAE9s/9K1766kmHao/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-1088839299165744122?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/1088839299165744122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=1088839299165744122&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/1088839299165744122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/1088839299165744122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-are-entering-week-of-many-popsicles.html' title='We are entering the week of many popsicles'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DcNd7Iv8-D4/TdmhJ3yppeI/AAAAAAAAE-A/xFyqq4Ke8fw/s72-c/mom+noah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-2687610388354596573</id><published>2011-05-06T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T17:50:26.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>because I could stare at him all day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6uI2nSaQIFY/TcSWfw2jbrI/AAAAAAAAE9c/EMH8Ki6G848/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6uI2nSaQIFY/TcSWfw2jbrI/AAAAAAAAE9c/EMH8Ki6G848/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5sqWcAdgu0/TcSWhLs_5UI/AAAAAAAAE9g/mk1uyCubi1k/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5sqWcAdgu0/TcSWhLs_5UI/AAAAAAAAE9g/mk1uyCubi1k/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Dare I say it....I think he is actually deciding he likes it here....some of the times. Either that or he has realised that he IS here so he might as well make the best of it. Either way the kid has my heart. I could kiss his cute little face all day long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_M4DCWSc_YQ/TcSWiDTirPI/AAAAAAAAE9k/Oyc9_-NyhSA/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_M4DCWSc_YQ/TcSWiDTirPI/AAAAAAAAE9k/Oyc9_-NyhSA/s320/007.JPG" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YkPDVOa3rVs/TcSWjIQ-XWI/AAAAAAAAE9o/EyHss1O_Goo/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YkPDVOa3rVs/TcSWjIQ-XWI/AAAAAAAAE9o/EyHss1O_Goo/s320/008.JPG" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-2687610388354596573?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2687610388354596573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=2687610388354596573&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/2687610388354596573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/2687610388354596573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/05/because-i-could-stare-at-him-all-day.html' title='because I could stare at him all day'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6uI2nSaQIFY/TcSWfw2jbrI/AAAAAAAAE9c/EMH8Ki6G848/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-8229900955715903098</id><published>2011-05-05T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T13:13:41.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>because I may have snorted</title><content type='html'>I laughed so hard that I am 90% sure I snorted. Not sure though I was laughing to hard to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw these this morning on a girls blog that I dont actually know I just "know OF." Come on, you know we all blog stalk, no use trying to cover it up. I am sure I'm not the only one who sees someone at the store and right before you say hi and ask about the kids and the rash they were trying to recover from you realise that you dont ACTUALLY know this person, you just know their blog. I'm not alone....tell me i'm not alone....anywhoo. I laughed. You WILL laugh. If you dont then you certainly need to lighten up a bit. (there were more, but I just picked the funniest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letters of Truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Noah,&lt;br /&gt;We could have sworn you said the ark wasn't leaving till 5.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Unicorns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear America,&lt;br /&gt;You produced Miley Cyrus. Bieber is your punishment.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Yahoo,&lt;br /&gt;I've never heard anyone say, "I don't know, let's Yahoo! it..." just saying...&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Google&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear 2010,&lt;br /&gt;So I hear the best rapper is white and the president is black? What happened?!&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;1985&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Rose,&lt;br /&gt;There was definitely room on that Door for the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Jack&lt;br /&gt;PS, you let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Scissors,&lt;br /&gt;I feel your pain.....no one wants to run with me either.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, Sarah Palin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Osama Bin Laden,&lt;br /&gt;Marco....&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, United States&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Global Warming,&lt;br /&gt;You're the best imaginary friend ever!&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, Al Gore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ugly People,&lt;br /&gt;You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, Alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Haiti,&lt;br /&gt;Is it too early to ask what's shakin'?&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Seriously Going To Hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear World,&lt;br /&gt;Please stop freaking out about 2012. Our calendars ends there because some Spanish d-bags invaded our country and we got a little busy ok?&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;The Mayans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear White People,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just hate immigrants?&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Native Americans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Trash,&lt;br /&gt;At least you get picked up...&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;The Girls of Jersey Shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dr. Phil,&lt;br /&gt;Look man, there's only room for one fake doctor in this world and I was here first.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Pepper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-8229900955715903098?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8229900955715903098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=8229900955715903098&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/8229900955715903098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/8229900955715903098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/05/because-i-may-have-snorted.html' title='because I may have snorted'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-4195575334678001174</id><published>2011-04-26T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T18:07:42.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a miracle!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;No really, it is. Today I caught Camden doing this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qShgdyAtGWg/TbdqfCNxLtI/AAAAAAAAE9Y/AEIwULmn1AU/s1600/057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qShgdyAtGWg/TbdqfCNxLtI/AAAAAAAAE9Y/AEIwULmn1AU/s320/057.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;But don't get&amp;nbsp;too excited&amp;nbsp;up it only lasted a few seconds and then it was back to what is sadly known as "normal" around here these days...sadness :( But I do have hope that we are getting to the bottom of whats&amp;nbsp;bothering him.&amp;nbsp;Our luck is about to turn I am sure of it, cause I found a penny on the sidewalk today a shinny one, that's supposed to bring luck right? "I'm not superstitious, I'm just a little stitious"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Just for a giggle, here is typical Noah. I have no idea why he has no pants on, or why he is sporting the one shoulder look, and you cant see it but he has his undies on backwards too. I don't know why, I stopped asking silly questions like that&amp;nbsp;months ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cH8cQuikS-c/TbdqdywofAI/AAAAAAAAE9U/s69da5iQo-g/s320/032.JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And just because he looked sooooo stinking cute in his Easter duds (it was just the two of us representing at on church Sunday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tgXaf6OQ6M4/TbdqZ3zA68I/AAAAAAAAE9Q/5fouNTA9bGM/s1600/037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tgXaf6OQ6M4/TbdqZ3zA68I/AAAAAAAAE9Q/5fouNTA9bGM/s400/037.JPG" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cH8cQuikS-c/TbdqdywofAI/AAAAAAAAE9U/s69da5iQo-g/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-4195575334678001174?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4195575334678001174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=4195575334678001174&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/4195575334678001174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/4195575334678001174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-miracle.html' title='Its a miracle!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qShgdyAtGWg/TbdqfCNxLtI/AAAAAAAAE9Y/AEIwULmn1AU/s72-c/057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-4407688168707458268</id><published>2011-04-20T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T19:33:51.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guess who is playing baseball....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EfwCS6PDoac/Ta-W6ozkH2I/AAAAAAAAE9E/eOQeZ2nR2pA/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EfwCS6PDoac/Ta-W6ozkH2I/AAAAAAAAE9E/eOQeZ2nR2pA/s320/019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7VCAg8sUPM/Ta-W9fkO3cI/AAAAAAAAE9I/mBeWDGR0hXQ/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7VCAg8sUPM/Ta-W9fkO3cI/AAAAAAAAE9I/mBeWDGR0hXQ/s320/031.JPG" width="203" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep its Anthon, and I must say he loves it, "even more then soccer". And I would love it more then soccer too cause they get Awesome after game snacks, you cant really beat Zingers, Dorittos, and gatorade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-4407688168707458268?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4407688168707458268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=4407688168707458268&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/4407688168707458268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/4407688168707458268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/04/guess-who-is-playing-baseball.html' title='guess who is playing baseball....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EfwCS6PDoac/Ta-W6ozkH2I/AAAAAAAAE9E/eOQeZ2nR2pA/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-4785470991378262363</id><published>2011-04-15T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T08:23:39.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its true he's irresistible</title><content type='html'>The other day as we are eating dinner, out of the blue Noah says "I want to go and buy a girlfriend." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I informed him that it was actually illegal in most states. Then I asked "Whats a girlfriend?" To which he most thoughtfully replied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well she has shirts and ears and shoes and teeth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;He's a ladies man what can I say. The other day we went to Mcdonalds to eat, it wasn't long before Noah emerged from the slide holding hands with some cute little 3 year old babe. The little girl yells to her dad "Dad look at my new friend isn't he just adorable!"&amp;nbsp; He knows it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2l8VduSGci4/TahifXMwVmI/AAAAAAAAE9A/S2a__WrmK34/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2l8VduSGci4/TahifXMwVmI/AAAAAAAAE9A/S2a__WrmK34/s320/032.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-4785470991378262363?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4785470991378262363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=4785470991378262363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/4785470991378262363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/4785470991378262363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-true-hes-irresistible.html' title='its true he&apos;s irresistible'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2l8VduSGci4/TahifXMwVmI/AAAAAAAAE9A/S2a__WrmK34/s72-c/032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-754611719991196266</id><published>2011-04-07T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T12:18:53.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 weeks</title><content type='html'>I cant believe my baby is 3 weeks old. Well actually I can. He's cute, and I love how much he is growing. The fact that he is 3 weeks old now means that I also only have 3 more weeks of understandable laziness until I have to get out of my pajamas and enter normal life again, but until I officially hit the 6 week mark I am going to just sit back and enjoy my pajama days :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture looks like he is smiling, but....he's not, I just caught him in a facial moment. But is he not just the cutest thing ever!! No really, he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDl4QgL-UdI/TZ4NxBMMHiI/AAAAAAAAE84/p7KU9hEKcPw/s1600/114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDl4QgL-UdI/TZ4NxBMMHiI/AAAAAAAAE84/p7KU9hEKcPw/s320/114.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vMdflaKtt9s/TZ4NzOIFzvI/AAAAAAAAE88/cNym5f6iPwI/s1600/115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vMdflaKtt9s/TZ4NzOIFzvI/AAAAAAAAE88/cNym5f6iPwI/s320/115.JPG" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-754611719991196266?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/754611719991196266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=754611719991196266&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/754611719991196266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/754611719991196266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/04/3-weeks.html' title='3 weeks'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDl4QgL-UdI/TZ4NxBMMHiI/AAAAAAAAE84/p7KU9hEKcPw/s72-c/114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-9072543633170023092</id><published>2011-04-05T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T17:29:30.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok say it with me now....."No thank you."</title><content type='html'>Some things are just a bad idea.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N9601kIKzEY/TZuyuK4ZXbI/AAAAAAAAE8s/IW8BuVeMqw4/s1600/pajama-jeans.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N9601kIKzEY/TZuyuK4ZXbI/AAAAAAAAE8s/IW8BuVeMqw4/s400/pajama-jeans.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I like comfort probably a little more then the next guy, but really?!?! And&amp;nbsp;are they seriously thinking that&amp;nbsp;the ugly gray t-shirt is&amp;nbsp;going to entice us to call and order the &lt;a href="https://www.pajamajeans.com/flare/next"&gt;PajamaJeans&lt;/a&gt;. I wouldn't even count this as a good idea if they threw in a dozen cupcakes with buttercream frosting.....well ok maybe then......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-9072543633170023092?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/9072543633170023092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=9072543633170023092&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/9072543633170023092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/9072543633170023092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/04/ok-say-it-with-me-nowno-thank-you.html' title='Ok say it with me now.....&quot;No thank you.&quot;'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N9601kIKzEY/TZuyuK4ZXbI/AAAAAAAAE8s/IW8BuVeMqw4/s72-c/pajama-jeans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-5546689075728924649</id><published>2011-03-30T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T09:54:40.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>breakfast of champions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is what Anthon wanted for breakfast....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3mXtDx81JgI/TZNefPwPtCI/AAAAAAAAE8c/sYMXPIcrCic/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3mXtDx81JgI/TZNefPwPtCI/AAAAAAAAE8c/sYMXPIcrCic/s320/003.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;{its a smoothie made out of baby spinach, spring mix greens, agave nectar, strawberries and&amp;nbsp;a banana}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is what Noah wanted for breakfast.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5UnDQBtrLxA/TZNehPJE8BI/AAAAAAAAE8g/_Wt5Vz2REVI/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5UnDQBtrLxA/TZNehPJE8BI/AAAAAAAAE8g/_Wt5Vz2REVI/s320/004.JPG" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;{now we all know what that is}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/31661786-5546689075728924649?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5546689075728924649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=5546689075728924649&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/5546689075728924649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/5546689075728924649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/03/breakfast-of-champions.html' title='breakfast of champions'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3mXtDx81JgI/TZNefPwPtCI/AAAAAAAAE8c/sYMXPIcrCic/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-2745311814432519693</id><published>2011-03-25T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T15:46:24.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>by all means make yourself at home</title><content type='html'>After officially being a mother of 3 for over a week I can honestly say that we are doing good. Adjusting. We are outnumbered now, but its going better then expected. It would probably be going even better if I could seem to get our milk producing house guests under control. They seem to have a mind of their own. They certainly take up MORE than their share of space around here.&amp;nbsp;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Since I don't really like to be selfish here is another picture of Camden for you all to stare at for hours a day, because that is exactly what I do, except I get the real thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-tS68RkM-BkY/TY0a1tttMdI/AAAAAAAAE8Y/cuLTjKJckd0/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-tS68RkM-BkY/TY0a1tttMdI/AAAAAAAAE8Y/cuLTjKJckd0/s400/022.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/31661786-2745311814432519693?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2745311814432519693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=2745311814432519693&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/2745311814432519693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/2745311814432519693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/03/by-all-means-make-yourself-at-home.html' title='by all means make yourself at home'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-tS68RkM-BkY/TY0a1tttMdI/AAAAAAAAE8Y/cuLTjKJckd0/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-1474185539087116006</id><published>2011-03-20T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T14:56:53.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Love}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ZutxVd8bR5U/TYZ3_kaY32I/AAAAAAAAE8U/i3gXtEn6BDg/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ZutxVd8bR5U/TYZ3_kaY32I/AAAAAAAAE8U/i3gXtEn6BDg/s400/017.JPG" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-1474185539087116006?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/1474185539087116006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=1474185539087116006&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/1474185539087116006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/1474185539087116006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/03/love.html' title='{Love}'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ZutxVd8bR5U/TYZ3_kaY32I/AAAAAAAAE8U/i3gXtEn6BDg/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-3950251185024024938</id><published>2011-03-18T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T18:11:52.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And he shall be known as.....CAMDEN</title><content type='html'>Its true, he didn't have&amp;nbsp;a name until about an hour before we left, but really i think we knew what it was gonna be all along. We had it picked out a few months ago, we just kept going back and forth. Now that its official it fits. How did I convince Dan of such&amp;nbsp;a cute non-"George" name you may ask....easy make him think it was HIS idea,&amp;nbsp;AND&amp;nbsp;because its the name of a Baseball field, as soon as I found the baseball reference I knew it would be a breeze ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are completely and totally in love with the little guy. Anthon just cant get enough, it makes my heart melt every time. Last night Camden was crying and I was rocking him trying to calm him down, I look out in the hall and there is anthon sitting on the floor watching us with a big huge smile, it was 2 in the morning.&amp;nbsp;As for Noah....not sure he really totally gets it yet. Last night he asked when the baby's mom was coming to get him. But today he called him his baby brother and even waved and said "hi i'm Noah." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-F4YoCSoEvn8/TYQCtXIq-rI/AAAAAAAAE8M/IZoprMxBChg/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-F4YoCSoEvn8/TYQCtXIq-rI/AAAAAAAAE8M/IZoprMxBChg/s320/042.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-U3nXIP23iRQ/TYQCwi52QOI/AAAAAAAAE8Q/HDvYKjYxq0Q/s1600/046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-U3nXIP23iRQ/TYQCwi52QOI/AAAAAAAAE8Q/HDvYKjYxq0Q/s320/046.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life doesnt get much better than this. And once again I am thankful for epidurals, babies that come out on their own with little pushing on my part, the Hospitals "personal Chef" and room service, and healthy fabulously cute kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-3950251185024024938?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/3950251185024024938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=3950251185024024938&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/3950251185024024938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/3950251185024024938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/03/and-he-shall-be-known-ascamden.html' title='And he shall be known as.....CAMDEN'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-F4YoCSoEvn8/TYQCtXIq-rI/AAAAAAAAE8M/IZoprMxBChg/s72-c/042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-7888457399011528103</id><published>2011-03-16T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T08:15:26.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its gonna be a great day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Cy8-9ePwOnA?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your day starts out with this video stuck in your head you know its gonna be a great day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-7888457399011528103?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7888457399011528103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=7888457399011528103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/7888457399011528103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/7888457399011528103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-gonna-be-great-day.html' title='Its gonna be a great day!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Cy8-9ePwOnA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-4215836809687923347</id><published>2011-03-04T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T09:21:34.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you for pointing that out....I had no idea I was huge.</title><content type='html'>and now my dear friends the following picture shows precisely why I am a bit skeptical at some of the "i didn't know I was pregnant til the baby came out" stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Q1nLWqDK_O4/TXEfJQcdKLI/AAAAAAAAE8A/DacYAAmANq4/s1600/37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Q1nLWqDK_O4/TXEfJQcdKLI/AAAAAAAAE8A/DacYAAmANq4/s320/37.jpg" width="121" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Yes i get embarrassed to go in public&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Yes I'm uncomfortable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Yes i probably waddle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Yes my ribs throb constantly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Yes my shoes have to be tied on the side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am so excited to meet this little guy face to face. Any day now (that's what I have to tell myself).&amp;nbsp; Although I will miss the sympathy smiles and treatment i get when I do go out in public. But I probably wont miss the "your huge" comments I get...nope wont miss those one single bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-4215836809687923347?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4215836809687923347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=4215836809687923347&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/4215836809687923347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/4215836809687923347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/03/thank-you-for-pointing-that-outi-had-no.html' title='thank you for pointing that out....I had no idea I was huge.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Q1nLWqDK_O4/TXEfJQcdKLI/AAAAAAAAE8A/DacYAAmANq4/s72-c/37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-2526218859294486432</id><published>2011-02-16T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T17:24:36.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah hearts tumbling</title><content type='html'>There are a few things that Noah loves so much that he asks for each day....Apple Juice, Team Umizoomie, his cowboy boots, and tumbling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the spirit of wishful thinking I decided to take some pictures today during his tumbling class, just in case I don't make it back in to take pictures due to a little not-yet named baby making his arrival (a girl can dream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nw4F4F4CAwU/TVx3pTgOHKI/AAAAAAAAE7s/UEwAdYfSBeY/s1600/106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nw4F4F4CAwU/TVx3pTgOHKI/AAAAAAAAE7s/UEwAdYfSBeY/s320/106.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-miSqRjBBrAQ/TVx3rEU_d1I/AAAAAAAAE7w/J3JCEJwMlSE/s1600/115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-miSqRjBBrAQ/TVx3rEU_d1I/AAAAAAAAE7w/J3JCEJwMlSE/s320/115.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ha5FguoFsG4/TVx3uLGrBcI/AAAAAAAAE70/of40Tns9-Cc/s1600/117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ha5FguoFsG4/TVx3uLGrBcI/AAAAAAAAE70/of40Tns9-Cc/s320/117.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XIdmZO14xLg/TVx3xSFlG6I/AAAAAAAAE74/dhuvS5OSo4E/s1600/121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XIdmZO14xLg/TVx3xSFlG6I/AAAAAAAAE74/dhuvS5OSo4E/s320/121.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kLdBwNU6geU/TVx3z6Ysm3I/AAAAAAAAE78/3r7GdxDlMVs/s1600/130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kLdBwNU6geU/TVx3z6Ysm3I/AAAAAAAAE78/3r7GdxDlMVs/s320/130.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-2526218859294486432?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2526218859294486432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=2526218859294486432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/2526218859294486432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/2526218859294486432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/02/noah-hearts-tumbling.html' title='Noah hearts tumbling'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nw4F4F4CAwU/TVx3pTgOHKI/AAAAAAAAE7s/UEwAdYfSBeY/s72-c/106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-3964822115495739418</id><published>2011-02-12T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T19:09:29.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day hates me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WUCmutBrA9g/TVdK4QKpI7I/AAAAAAAAE7o/Xmz01Ash9Hg/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: right; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WUCmutBrA9g/TVdK4QKpI7I/AAAAAAAAE7o/Xmz01Ash9Hg/s200/012.JPG" width="93" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its true. I found THE perfect dress, one that doesn't even make me look like I could have&amp;nbsp;swallowed any one of my friends.&amp;nbsp; I had THE perfectly handsome&amp;nbsp;date, and THE funnest Sweethearts Ball to attend...but alas we also have two sick boys which in adult life trumps everything else. *sigh*&amp;nbsp; So instead of dancing the night away to cheesy 80's love songs I am sitting in my pajamas having a bowl of Lucky Charms, hoping and praying that Noah doesn't puke when he coughs anymore. Oh and do I need to even mention I am having a very hormonal pitty party for myself? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;P.S There is&amp;nbsp;good news, that being that the dress only cost me 10 bucks (good ole Ross) and its not even a maternity dress so it could get some use in the "after pregnancy but still chubby" phase that has been a tradition over here. Yay for good news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-3964822115495739418?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/3964822115495739418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=3964822115495739418&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/3964822115495739418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/3964822115495739418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day-hates-me.html' title='Valentines Day hates me!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WUCmutBrA9g/TVdK4QKpI7I/AAAAAAAAE7o/Xmz01Ash9Hg/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-6864812572805146692</id><published>2011-02-10T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T15:26:22.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>couldnt have said it better myself</title><content type='html'>The "deep thought of the day" on the &lt;a href="http://www.deepthoughtsbyjackhandey.com/"&gt;Deep Thoughts By Jack Handy website&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"If you are being chased by an angry bull and you notice you are also being chased by a swarm of bees, it doesn't really change things, just keep on running"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very appropriate for today I must say. So thank you Jack Handy you are an inspiration to us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-6864812572805146692?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6864812572805146692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=6864812572805146692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/6864812572805146692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/6864812572805146692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/02/couldnt-have-said-it-better-myself.html' title='couldnt have said it better myself'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-7845836892035164017</id><published>2011-02-08T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T06:30:51.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah's phrase of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Noah loves almost everyone, but Anthon mostly. Yesterday Noah informed me that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Anthon makes my heart soo happy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TVFTEMrqCoI/AAAAAAAAE7k/Y4fQns-lhUU/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="248" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TVFTEMrqCoI/AAAAAAAAE7k/Y4fQns-lhUU/s320/009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Other things that made the cut and that also make his "heart so happy" are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Hot Dogs, Dad, and Yurtle (his turtle pillow pet) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-7845836892035164017?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7845836892035164017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=7845836892035164017&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/7845836892035164017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/7845836892035164017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/02/noahs-phrase-of-week.html' title='Noah&apos;s phrase of the week'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TVFTEMrqCoI/AAAAAAAAE7k/Y4fQns-lhUU/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-5510082485181792416</id><published>2011-02-07T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T12:10:44.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Superbowl observations...</title><content type='html'>Its true I watched it. I had to, the Packers were in it, and to say that Dan is a "packer fan" is a complete understatement. I actually enjoyed it.....shocker I know. But alas I do have some....observation opinions of my own: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally loved Cristina Aguilera, even though she kind of looked like a young version of Cindy lauper to me. Strange I know, not sure if it was the makeup of the icky looking hair. She looked so fabulous in Burlesque...or maybe that was Cam&amp;nbsp;Gigandet who looked so fabulous ;)....anywhoo.....Cristina can SING. I didn't even notice she messed up, I guess I was mesmerized, or hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love LOVE that Superbowl = food. Brilliance, true brilliance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half-time..... I'm not an anti-pea fan or anything, but wow they sounded awful. Slash was cool, but come if you were&amp;nbsp;around in the 80's and 90's&amp;nbsp;Slash will&amp;nbsp;always be cool, unless he cuts his hair. Fergie needed to just let slash do his thing, trying to mimic Axel Rose is never a good idea, he's a "legend"&amp;nbsp;just ask him.&amp;nbsp;Usher, well he's just Usher. Now lets all be honest, there was not one of us out there that wasn't secretly dreaming of owning our own glow in the dark half-time suit, I would even wear the box on my head if I had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never understand guys with nasty long hair. It doesn't look good, on any guy...well ok maybe slash, but that's because you cant see his face anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see a whole new side of Dan, complete with screaming, chicken dances, the moon walk, and anxiety attacks. Priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The commercials,&amp;nbsp;which lets be honest was what I was the most excited about, were....for lack of a better words.......disgusting. Whats with society's obsession with Sex? Although the pepsi max commercial where the wife throws her pepsi max at the husband and hits the little sassy runner was FUNNY, oh and the one where Abruzzi from Prison Break breaks out singing tiny dancer was super funny and oh so random. And how could I possibly forget the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yTe3Zp7Z_Z8&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;Ozzy &amp;amp; Justin Bieber commercial&lt;/a&gt;, funniest by FAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End was perfect. Dan was dancing. Jumpin. Singing. It was fabulous. Go Cheeseheads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TVAYcyIcvxI/AAAAAAAAE7c/RywBqmsoyOY/s1600/062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="263" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TVAYcyIcvxI/AAAAAAAAE7c/RywBqmsoyOY/s400/062.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-5510082485181792416?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5510082485181792416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=5510082485181792416&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/5510082485181792416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/5510082485181792416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-superbowl-observations.html' title='My Superbowl observations...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TVAYcyIcvxI/AAAAAAAAE7c/RywBqmsoyOY/s72-c/062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-3742145068204125959</id><published>2011-01-31T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T10:13:16.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what happens in vegas......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year given my current condition, we decided to do our girls trip before the little bundle arrives. We didn't have much choice but to do it Vegas style this year, because closeness to home was a necessity and Filmore Utah&amp;nbsp;didn't look to promising ;) But not to worry we plan on making up for it next year. As always we had fun. I have the greatest friends, we truly can be doing nothing and still be having a great time. Lots and Lots of laughter. We enjoyed fabulous food, shopping, sleeping, and everything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The trip this year started out like this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TUbsYtw6j9I/AAAAAAAAE7I/C54lOA4M-jE/s1600/IMG_1546%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TUbsYtw6j9I/AAAAAAAAE7I/C54lOA4M-jE/s320/IMG_1546%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes that is David Spade. He stinks, literally like smelly body odor. But it was cool, cause he's famous and famous people are instantly cool in the eyes of all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now because it even scares me (and probably little children)&amp;nbsp;to look at pictures of myself this big I didn't take many. You can thank me later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TUbsJ9H8YbI/AAAAAAAAE60/ByrCqZRQlmQ/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TUbsJ9H8YbI/AAAAAAAAE60/ByrCqZRQlmQ/s320/023.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cutest little pizza shop. Inside the Plazzo, i think...or could be the Wynn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TUbsOnBQthI/AAAAAAAAE64/A97liiwUlM4/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TUbsOnBQthI/AAAAAAAAE64/A97liiwUlM4/s320/022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TUbsUfZsTXI/AAAAAAAAE68/GhTtW47yk08/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TUbsUfZsTXI/AAAAAAAAE68/GhTtW47yk08/s320/024.JPG" width="182" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TUbsVwiAFHI/AAAAAAAAE7A/W8MsYJjni4w/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TUbsVwiAFHI/AAAAAAAAE7A/W8MsYJjni4w/s320/026.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TUbsX19eZZI/AAAAAAAAE7E/JnPOQSt9sqQ/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TUbsX19eZZI/AAAAAAAAE7E/JnPOQSt9sqQ/s320/027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TUb4pmo_d8I/AAAAAAAAE7U/KQzxQgFOlYc/s1600/IMG_1551%255B1%255Db.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TUb4pmo_d8I/AAAAAAAAE7U/KQzxQgFOlYc/s320/IMG_1551%255B1%255Db.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got to see Kati. Yes sadly it has been 8 years since I've seen her. I'm a bad friend, but she still loves me.... I hope ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And just for the sake of a grand finale....the trip ended like this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TUbsZhzVOCI/AAAAAAAAE7Q/ovPvuA3nmZQ/s1600/IMG_1552%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TUbsZhzVOCI/AAAAAAAAE7Q/ovPvuA3nmZQ/s320/IMG_1552%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the readers digest version of how I ended up spending our last evening NOT eating at Maggiano's and hanging out in the Las Vegas Labor and Delivery wing instead....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was feeling great. We had just taken a little break in the room and relaxed. Our next stop was our reservations at Maggiano's. We stopped at a few stores along the way, then comes the hello&amp;nbsp;kittie store (I KNEW hello Kittie was evil). I started to feel really hot (and no not the sexy kind, the body temperature kind) so I stepped outside the store. Then I started to get light headed and nauseated. I found a bench right outside the restaurant and sat down while Heather went to tell them we were here. I progressively started to feel worse, I asked Tami to go ask them where the nearest bathroom was and.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That was the last thing I remember. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Next thing I know I am lying on the floor probably about 30 feel away from the bench covered in throw up. Yes glamorous I know. I had passed out AND Puked. It took me a while to realise what just happened. I looked&amp;nbsp;up&amp;nbsp;to see Tami and Heather running&amp;nbsp;towards me.&amp;nbsp;I was so confussed as to why I was on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.....yada yada&amp;nbsp;yada.....boring stuff....yada yada yada.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I called&amp;nbsp;my Dr.&amp;nbsp;and was told I needed to go to the nearest Labor and Delivery to get checked.&amp;nbsp;Of course we were in the ONLY unpopulated place&amp;nbsp;in ALL of las Vegas, so since nobody saw what happened, it&amp;nbsp;was unknown&amp;nbsp;if I had fallen on my stomach, and the question still remained why did I pass out??&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So we spent the evening in the Labor and Delivery. They hooked me up to the monitors, made me pee in a cup, took some blood, did an ultrasound, hooked me up to some fluids, and monitored me for the longest 6 hours ever!&amp;nbsp; After everything checked out we were free to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The conclusion in vegas: Nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The conclusion by my Dr the next day: Some fancy word I cant remember that basically means I wasn't getting enough blood to my brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What to do next: Pray it never happens again, it was SOOOOO EMBARRASSING!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But I can now officially cross&amp;nbsp;"Pass out and puke in Vegas" off my list of things to do before I die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wow that was long, and possibly super boring. I wont even say its for journaling purposes, cause lets be honest how could I ever possible forget waking up on the floor in the mall,&amp;nbsp;in my own puke, in Vegas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But once again I have the greatest friends. They did an amazing job of keeping me calm, even though I scared the crap out of them (and me). They were amazing. I literally could not have done it without them. Next year we plan on making it just as memorable, but&amp;nbsp;hopefully with no hospital stops :) ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-3742145068204125959?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/3742145068204125959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=3742145068204125959&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/3742145068204125959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/3742145068204125959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-happens-in-vegas.html' title='what happens in vegas......'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TUbsYtw6j9I/AAAAAAAAE7I/C54lOA4M-jE/s72-c/IMG_1546%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-9047324731333278313</id><published>2011-01-11T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T17:29:34.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>best. birthday. ever.</title><content type='html'>this morning Dan called me at 9am and told me to be dressed and ready by 9:30. When he arrived I walked outside and saw a fancy limo parked outside our house, the teenager inside of me emerged and I was instantly so excited, but when I got inside and saw this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TS0Apy2gfkI/AAAAAAAAE6k/FOdPtrfv1e8/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TS0Apy2gfkI/AAAAAAAAE6k/FOdPtrfv1e8/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 of my favorite people ever, I was even more excited!! Dan took us all to breakfast. It was perfect. Did I mention I have the greatest friends in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TS0AlqPUrKI/AAAAAAAAE6g/8xBGKGhKxJ4/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day I got to spend with my mom just shopping, eating, and laughing. It was fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TS0AlqPUrKI/AAAAAAAAE6g/8xBGKGhKxJ4/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I got home and me and the boys had a party. In the words of Noah "Get the birthday cake already." The best part was seeing how excited Anthon was to give me his present...a monkey pillow pet all of my own! It was perfect.&amp;nbsp; the day was perfect. My husband is perfect. He totally redeemed himself ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TS0AtFSx72I/AAAAAAAAE6o/E8YL93rSk8Y/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TS0AtFSx72I/AAAAAAAAE6o/E8YL93rSk8Y/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TS0AwQapDfI/AAAAAAAAE6s/7953mISC_PE/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TS0AwQapDfI/AAAAAAAAE6s/7953mISC_PE/s320/013.JPG" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TS0Azly13RI/AAAAAAAAE6w/ucppXE1vRkw/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TS0Azly13RI/AAAAAAAAE6w/ucppXE1vRkw/s320/017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thanks for all the birthday wishes via calls, texts, emails and facespace. love to you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-9047324731333278313?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/9047324731333278313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=9047324731333278313&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/9047324731333278313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/9047324731333278313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/01/best-birthday-ever.html' title='best. birthday. ever.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TS0Apy2gfkI/AAAAAAAAE6k/FOdPtrfv1e8/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-1262619291740958018</id><published>2011-01-10T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T15:30:33.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes all you can do is smile</title><content type='html'>Being the outnumbered female around this house, I have come to realise some things that&amp;nbsp;I am just going to need to embrace instead of fight against. For instance...football. Not my favorite, ok seriously lets be honest, I would rather sit around and read text books then watch a bunch of guys knock each other down, BUT when you hear 3 voices (2 of which are coming from the under 7 crowd) yelling "Packers! Packers! Packers!" from the living room, and on a separate&amp;nbsp;occasion you find your husband teaching your 3 year old and your 6 year old how to tackle, oh and&amp;nbsp;lets not forget Noah asking&amp;nbsp;if we can "play football" everyday, &amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;realise that somethings are inevitable, so its time to go with the flow.&amp;nbsp; I did some research, learned a few terms, found out that the "Hooves" are really the "Colts," and&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;Football has quarters and NOT innings. Now I wont say that I will eventually sit down and watch a game, because I would rather watch reruns of the horribly hideous Jersey Shore in German with french subtitles. But..... I can smile every time I see this... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TSuULmLbLkI/AAAAAAAAE6U/NXBJAU2bkd8/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TSuULmLbLkI/AAAAAAAAE6U/NXBJAU2bkd8/s320/018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Oh, sidenote: &amp;nbsp;It snowed here last week. I know&amp;nbsp;cool hu. The crazy thing is that it actually stuck around in our yard for a few days. The boys loved it! They stayed out longer then I thought they would. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TSuUYN-eB4I/AAAAAAAAE6c/wo33_CRQDQU/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TSuUT5A95RI/AAAAAAAAE6Y/ZvXyv2Y6OAo/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TSuUT5A95RI/AAAAAAAAE6Y/ZvXyv2Y6OAo/s200/005.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TSuUYN-eB4I/AAAAAAAAE6c/wo33_CRQDQU/s200/004.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-1262619291740958018?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/1262619291740958018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=1262619291740958018&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/1262619291740958018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/1262619291740958018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/01/sometimes-all-you-can-do-is-smile.html' title='sometimes all you can do is smile'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TSuULmLbLkI/AAAAAAAAE6U/NXBJAU2bkd8/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-1061873044939682728</id><published>2011-01-08T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T10:00:45.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is a mood NOT a destination</title><content type='html'>"Happiness is a mood and its a condition,&amp;nbsp;NOT a destination. Its like being tired or hungry, its not permanent, it comes and goes and that's ok, and I feel like if people thought of it that way they would find happiness more often." -&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TSilrtXQywI/AAAAAAAAE6I/ltWJeDaFVBo/s1600/143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TSilrtXQywI/AAAAAAAAE6I/ltWJeDaFVBo/s400/143.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-1061873044939682728?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/1061873044939682728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=1061873044939682728&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/1061873044939682728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/1061873044939682728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/01/happiness-is-mood-not-destination.html' title='Happiness is a mood NOT a destination'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TSilrtXQywI/AAAAAAAAE6I/ltWJeDaFVBo/s72-c/143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-1969916501586574812</id><published>2011-01-01T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T19:02:26.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>remember how awesome 2010 was?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;How could you forget! loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TR_JmcV6VzI/AAAAAAAAE0Q/WgdGGR8T9Tw/s1600/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 149px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557382127478789938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TR_JmcV6VzI/AAAAAAAAE0Q/WgdGGR8T9Tw/s200/blog1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TR_Jm1d8-TI/AAAAAAAAE0g/1bvcTcx4LRM/s1600/blog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 164px; HEIGHT: 151px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557382134223403314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TR_Jm1d8-TI/AAAAAAAAE0g/1bvcTcx4LRM/s200/blog3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TR_Jmm5TAFI/AAAAAAAAE0Y/i_n9lyctX9Y/s1600/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 176px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557382130311561298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TR_Jmm5TAFI/AAAAAAAAE0Y/i_n9lyctX9Y/s200/blog2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TR_KTIVDJ5I/AAAAAAAAE0o/t12yvRYGBbo/s1600/blog4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 163px; 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HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557416960149470754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TR_pR-JwviI/AAAAAAAAE5o/93n7Xug7Ucs/s200/blog44.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TR_pSJZlN7I/AAAAAAAAE5w/jk5UihuGL5k/s1600/blog45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 135px; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557416963168614322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TR_pSJZlN7I/AAAAAAAAE5w/jk5UihuGL5k/s200/blog45.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TR_pSmZ55MI/AAAAAAAAE6A/DsHNBNf71lA/s1600/blog47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 163px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557416970954597570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TR_pSmZ55MI/AAAAAAAAE6A/DsHNBNf71lA/s200/blog47.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TR_evMj-54I/AAAAAAAAE5Q/cx-7sNKfrl0/s1600/blog41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557405367605847938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TR_evMj-54I/AAAAAAAAE5Q/cx-7sNKfrl0/s200/blog41.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-1969916501586574812?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/1969916501586574812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=1969916501586574812&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/1969916501586574812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/1969916501586574812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2011/01/remember-how-awesome-2010-was.html' title='remember how awesome 2010 was?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TR_JmcV6VzI/AAAAAAAAE0Q/WgdGGR8T9Tw/s72-c/blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-6637137053925935595</id><published>2010-12-30T10:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T10:53:01.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and the countdown gets shorter....</title><content type='html'>I am officially &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;welcoming&lt;/span&gt; myself to my...THIRD trimester! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; right folks we are on the downhill slope now and in a couple and a half short (at least we hope short) months I will be holding this little wiggly worm in my arms. :) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all you belly crazies who wanna see what I look like at 28 weeks here ya go......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TRzT2Ho6MlI/AAAAAAAAE0I/OByPza6Qm7M/s1600/seal-heidi-klum-pregnant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 202px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556548966985380434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TRzT2Ho6MlI/AAAAAAAAE0I/OByPza6Qm7M/s320/seal-heidi-klum-pregnant.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just picture my head on Heidi &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Klums&lt;/span&gt; body and then we will all be happy. Oh and maybe picture me holding Dan's hand, not Seal's. Yep that is EXACTLY what I look like ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-6637137053925935595?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6637137053925935595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=6637137053925935595&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/6637137053925935595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/6637137053925935595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-countdown-gets-shorter.html' title='and the countdown gets shorter....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TRzT2Ho6MlI/AAAAAAAAE0I/OByPza6Qm7M/s72-c/seal-heidi-klum-pregnant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-2530384694971938500</id><published>2010-12-23T10:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T11:11:26.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just another one of my rambling opinions...</title><content type='html'>While going to Utah State (before I decided marriage and babies sounded fun) I was majoring in Nutrition. Now with that said, I know just about as much as the average Joe on the subject, so I am no expert. I do know that losing weight is HARD and frustrating and something that scares the daylights out of me because it will be coming my way AGAIN in 3 short months. I am not a fan of diets, I just don't think its the way to go. Come on how healthy can injecting yourself with a hormone and eating only 500 calories a day be? I believe in moderation AND EXERCISE which is why Weight Watchers is the only one on my happy list (but that's a whole other post). The &lt;a href="http://lds.org/study/topics/word-of-wisdom?lang=eng"&gt;Word of Wisdom &lt;/a&gt;is the perfect diet if you think about it......anywhoo I am not one to judge. People can do whatever diet they want. &lt;a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/health/the-most-ridiculous-absurd-and-over-hyped-diets-of-2010-2423016"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This article&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;made me laugh, nod in agreement, and let out a big "your kidding me" sigh. So JUST to be clear IF you do try the &lt;strong&gt;"Tapeworm Diet"&lt;/strong&gt; or the&lt;strong&gt; "Twinkie Diet"&lt;/strong&gt; I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt; think you are an idiot. The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-2530384694971938500?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2530384694971938500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=2530384694971938500&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/2530384694971938500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/2530384694971938500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-another-one-of-my-rambling.html' title='just another one of my rambling opinions...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-6290541702284368623</id><published>2010-12-21T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T16:12:14.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain rain rain....</title><content type='html'>I woke up today and had to remind myself that we live in the desert. I have been having flashbacks of our wet Oregon days. The difference is that in Oregon we were prepared, we had umbrellas, rain boots, ponchos, and rain proof everything. Here....not so much. Anthon quickly found out that jumping in the pond we use to call our back yard now produces wet cold cold feet if your in your regular shoes. I usually wouldn't complain. I love the rain, but the fact that the there is no school this week, and outside isn't so much of an option, my patience are BEGGING for a dry sunny day again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TRFCEgxgy5I/AAAAAAAAEz0/Dd_e4MiRcgc/s1600/flood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553292460809046930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TRFCEgxgy5I/AAAAAAAAEz0/Dd_e4MiRcgc/s400/flood.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down and watched (from the car) where the river is flooding and the big bulldozers are pulling trees and such from the river. I can honestly say that I take this road everyday and today was the first time I have ever noticed that there was a river there. Observant I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-6290541702284368623?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6290541702284368623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=6290541702284368623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/6290541702284368623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/6290541702284368623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2010/12/rain-rain-rain.html' title='rain rain rain....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TRFCEgxgy5I/AAAAAAAAEz0/Dd_e4MiRcgc/s72-c/flood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-3800110753961942777</id><published>2010-12-18T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T14:44:09.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>out with the old</title><content type='html'>the carpet and old laminate is gonnnnneeeeeee! Dan, with a little help from the boys, pulled up all the old stuff. Please keep in mind that we had no idea who has lived in our house before us or how many pets have actually graced the carpet, so its no surprise that pulling up the old carpet and seeing it from the "other side" has given us some fabulous nightmares. But its gone, and the new floors are beautiful! I just love them!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TQ03zpg7tDI/AAAAAAAAEzc/NvskC0eDinc/s1600/001b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 258px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552155276074529842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TQ03zpg7tDI/AAAAAAAAEzc/NvskC0eDinc/s320/001b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TQ03zwnxaDI/AAAAAAAAEzk/fwYL4vuxfiU/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552155277982263346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TQ03zwnxaDI/AAAAAAAAEzk/fwYL4vuxfiU/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{perfectly perfect new floor. Before the furniture has been put back in the room}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TQ030CI7U8I/AAAAAAAAEzs/4A9RtpxGOmY/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552155282684728258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TQ030CI7U8I/AAAAAAAAEzs/4A9RtpxGOmY/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: Dan called me a "scrooge" when I asked him "what the heck?" when he told me he tipped the guy who installed the floors $40 bucks when he left. The guy who we had just paid basically $125 BUCKS AN HOUR (times that by 10 hours) to install them. Ya whose with me. ;)&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/31661786-3800110753961942777?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/3800110753961942777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=3800110753961942777&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/3800110753961942777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/3800110753961942777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2010/12/out-with-old.html' title='out with the old'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TQ03zpg7tDI/AAAAAAAAEzc/NvskC0eDinc/s72-c/001b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-515711792942170275</id><published>2010-12-12T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T10:55:14.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy happy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we had a day of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; celebration! I let &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anthon&lt;/span&gt; pick everything. He wanted a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Spongebob&lt;/span&gt; birthday party so by golly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; what he got!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He got a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;spongebob&lt;/span&gt; cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TQUYkwBl_qI/AAAAAAAAEy8/ZQZG10xUZN0/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549869135449947810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TQUYkwBl_qI/AAAAAAAAEy8/ZQZG10xUZN0/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TQUYlLO2doI/AAAAAAAAEzE/QuXsNrbj_cM/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549869142753310338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TQUYlLO2doI/AAAAAAAAEzE/QuXsNrbj_cM/s320/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played pin the spots (spots being yellow &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oreos&lt;/span&gt;) on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Spongebob&lt;/span&gt; (the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;spongebob&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anthon&lt;/span&gt; made ALL by himself!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TQUZbjlBYeI/AAAAAAAAEzM/goC2LC2aHME/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549870077001687522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TQUZbjlBYeI/AAAAAAAAEzM/goC2LC2aHME/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made our own little sponge guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TQUZcI6Qp6I/AAAAAAAAEzU/K7ZBCfLMgB0/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549870087022880674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TQUZcI6Qp6I/AAAAAAAAEzU/K7ZBCfLMgB0/s320/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they played and played and played. Fun times were had by all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are the boys....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TQUYkXSJ1vI/AAAAAAAAEy0/sAnYyTALP6A/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549869128808519410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TQUYkXSJ1vI/AAAAAAAAEy0/sAnYyTALP6A/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and here are the girls....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TQUYj2UJPxI/AAAAAAAAEys/zINIWDgyCsQ/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549869119958499090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TQUYj2UJPxI/AAAAAAAAEys/zINIWDgyCsQ/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after yesterday and seeing how calm and sweet the girls were, and how.....loud and crazy the boys were, I may now consider having my 3rd boy more of a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;practical&lt;/span&gt; joke on Gods part then a gift ;) No really it was great! I loved seeing all the happy faces. Birthdays ARE fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Holls&lt;/span&gt; for staying, not sure how my sanity would have held up alone :)&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/31661786-515711792942170275?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/515711792942170275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=515711792942170275&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/515711792942170275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/515711792942170275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-happy-day.html' title='Happy happy day'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TQUYkwBl_qI/AAAAAAAAEy8/ZQZG10xUZN0/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-5724640070712626380</id><published>2010-12-07T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T16:28:34.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet "The Boots"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TP7Pn54SSZI/AAAAAAAAEyU/uCoXLdt56xo/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 248px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548100075425778066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TP7Pn54SSZI/AAAAAAAAEyU/uCoXLdt56xo/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These boots are used for play shoes, running in the mud, slippers, church shoes, a fashion statement when worn with just undies, and Noah's newest appendage. It would be wrong to not let them get their own face time on the blog. Every now and then you get your moneys worth out of a purchase for you kids, and its a good thing too, cause the 20$ church shoes I bought him about 4 months ago have YET to be worn. I pick my battles :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TP7Q_C-ZOWI/AAAAAAAAEyk/XJWOGj9jU18/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 139px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548101572515936610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TP7Q_C-ZOWI/AAAAAAAAEyk/XJWOGj9jU18/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TP7PoSIeNpI/AAAAAAAAEyc/tOWZT8sCjNA/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 159px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548100081936119442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TP7PoSIeNpI/AAAAAAAAEyc/tOWZT8sCjNA/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TP7PnbiIw7I/AAAAAAAAEyM/yCzmmabNgi0/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548100067279815602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TP7PnbiIw7I/AAAAAAAAEyM/yCzmmabNgi0/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-5724640070712626380?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5724640070712626380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=5724640070712626380&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/5724640070712626380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/5724640070712626380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2010/12/meet-boots.html' title='Meet &quot;The Boots&quot;'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TP7Pn54SSZI/AAAAAAAAEyU/uCoXLdt56xo/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-8107843644348845860</id><published>2010-12-07T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T11:56:29.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it be known...</title><content type='html'>....that although I MUCH prefer this not-so-much-puking pregnancy over my previous 9-month-lots-and-lots-of-puking pregnancies, I will say this....The fat face didn't seem to emerge in the other pregnancies until the very end. I attribute it to the fact that I was not physically able to eat a whole carton of icecream in one sitting with the other pregnancies, but with this one I find no problem doing just that. I think I may have a tape worm. No really. I'm always hungry. Its weird. Self Control is non-existent. I know I will regret my actions, I already do. Don't worry I eat apples too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that you ALL know that&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; know that I am starting to look like an umpa-loompa, there is really no reason for you to tell me. Seriously, pregnant or not, its rude. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-8107843644348845860?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8107843644348845860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=8107843644348845860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/8107843644348845860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/8107843644348845860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2010/12/let-it-be-known.html' title='Let it be known...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-6784926110629629516</id><published>2010-12-06T11:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T11:43:25.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>he's still wonderfully handsome, even when he's cranky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what it looks like when Anthon is "soooo done wearing this sweater" and you keep telling him "just a second" when he asks you to help him take it off....&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TP08jRfYO6I/AAAAAAAAEx8/MTOGSxPR0MI/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547656892678421410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TP08jRfYO6I/AAAAAAAAEx8/MTOGSxPR0MI/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is what it looks like when you ask the same cranky boy to smile for one last picture.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TP08jqMTMpI/AAAAAAAAEyE/HA4na0vQwEs/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547656899309286034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TP08jqMTMpI/AAAAAAAAEyE/HA4na0vQwEs/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-6784926110629629516?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6784926110629629516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=6784926110629629516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/6784926110629629516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/6784926110629629516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2010/12/hes-still-wonderfully-handsome-even.html' title='he&apos;s still wonderfully handsome, even when he&apos;s cranky'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TP08jRfYO6I/AAAAAAAAEx8/MTOGSxPR0MI/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-7444412138569494335</id><published>2010-11-28T17:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T17:52:56.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>somebody loves me....</title><content type='html'>because this Thanksgiving totally ROCKED and I didn't have to go anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got this......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TPMGFf4PwzI/AAAAAAAAExk/ETRXnyJQt5U/s1600/029b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 197px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544782257749738290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TPMGFf4PwzI/AAAAAAAAExk/ETRXnyJQt5U/s320/029b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TPMGxGRC5lI/AAAAAAAAEx0/CYURfzHcAO8/s1600/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544783006788675154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TPMGxGRC5lI/AAAAAAAAEx0/CYURfzHcAO8/s320/050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TPMGD6B4xQI/AAAAAAAAExU/qCkkslsR3FE/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544782230409757954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TPMGD6B4xQI/AAAAAAAAExU/qCkkslsR3FE/s320/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TPMGwlrxN3I/AAAAAAAAExs/lM-J2V84VfI/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544782998042392434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TPMGwlrxN3I/AAAAAAAAExs/lM-J2V84VfI/s320/035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TPMGE8HxFnI/AAAAAAAAExc/XohdnwqjzFY/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544782248151160434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TPMGE8HxFnI/AAAAAAAAExc/XohdnwqjzFY/s320/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we didn't even have to pay any of them to come. They came willingly, AND with food :) It was fabulous absolutely positively fabulous! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S a Christmas miracle is happening at our house....Noah is potty training HIMSELF. Weird I know. It may be a trick, I'll let you know how it plays out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I think I may have set a world record of some sort for the Most Homemade Oreos consumed in 24 hour period. I'm proud. They were good. &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/31661786-7444412138569494335?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7444412138569494335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=7444412138569494335&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/7444412138569494335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/7444412138569494335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2010/11/somebody-loves-me.html' title='somebody loves me....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TPMGFf4PwzI/AAAAAAAAExk/ETRXnyJQt5U/s72-c/029b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-7402321450232874528</id><published>2010-11-13T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T19:10:26.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I am &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; thankful for this little guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TN9SkjYSKRI/AAAAAAAAExM/iIbPYQCDYUU/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539236854614862098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TN9SkjYSKRI/AAAAAAAAExM/iIbPYQCDYUU/s320/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who wanted a "spongebob, woody, thomas, mickey mouse birthday cake" (And oh did Anthon and I ever deliver).  Also if you tell him Happy Birthday he will reply "Oh Happy Birthday to you too." His favorite present....the dollar store "grow-a-towel"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-7402321450232874528?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7402321450232874528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=7402321450232874528&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/7402321450232874528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/7402321450232874528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2010/11/sunshine-face.html' title='Sunshine Face'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TN9SkjYSKRI/AAAAAAAAExM/iIbPYQCDYUU/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-4401356306615445959</id><published>2010-11-11T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T20:07:39.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh boy oh boy.....</title><content type='html'>Today I am thankful for modern technology...more specific ultrasounds! Today we got to see our little bean in all &lt;strong&gt;HIS&lt;/strong&gt; tiny glory thru ultrasound. It was fabulous, he was fabulous, everything was in its place and perfect, and we are MORE than a little excited over here! I can think of nothing greater then adding another boy to the family. I feel blessed, grateful, and terrified all at the same time.....yep terrified ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-4401356306615445959?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4401356306615445959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=4401356306615445959&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/4401356306615445959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/4401356306615445959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-boy-oh-boy.html' title='Oh boy oh boy.....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-2667672399949053540</id><published>2010-11-10T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T06:23:13.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more thankfulness</title><content type='html'>Today I am thankful that Dan dances and occasionally talks in his sleep. It makes this time in my life when sleep hates me very entertaining. He really is THE best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-2667672399949053540?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2667672399949053540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=2667672399949053540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/2667672399949053540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/2667672399949053540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2010/11/more-thankfulness.html' title='more thankfulness'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-3412736908588639651</id><published>2010-11-09T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T06:26:59.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it.....bliss</title><content type='html'>Today I am thankful for a good ole back scratch. Seriously I am convinced that all of life's problems can be solved by having someone scratch your back. Luckily I can play the "pregnancy card" and get back scratches more often these days, and I have brilliantly trained Anthon to draw pictures on my back in church. Someday people will catch on to the brilliance and the world will find world peace just like John Lennon had hoped for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-3412736908588639651?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/3412736908588639651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=3412736908588639651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/3412736908588639651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/3412736908588639651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2010/11/is-itbliss.html' title='is it.....bliss'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-5175787782703277617</id><published>2010-11-07T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T19:07:11.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friendly thankfulness</title><content type='html'>Today (and yesterday too) I am thankful for....crafty friends. No really I do have the greatest friends anyways, the craftiness just adds to it :) I feel so blessed to have made such close and wonderful friends here. My friend Mel taught me how to make hair bows on Saturday so that I could make some for a Christmas tree my sister-in-law and aunties are doing for the &lt;a href="http://www.festivaloftreesutah.org/"&gt;Festival Of Trees&lt;/a&gt; in honor of my little niece who was sick, but now thankfully all better. We love Primary Children's Medical Center dearly now! Anywhoo so yesterday and today Anthon and I sat down and made bows.....I am certain I have burned off all of my finger tips, and I almost swore at least a dozen times but it was totally worth it because its for a great cause....... but.....if this little bean ends up being a girl I can honestly say I WILL be one of "those" moms that BUYS hair bows. I am just not the hair bow makin type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TNdobm0o8lI/AAAAAAAAExE/ad9mVZ91vVg/s1600/ribbons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537009090362405458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TNdobm0o8lI/AAAAAAAAExE/ad9mVZ91vVg/s320/ribbons.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S if you are now just dying to donate some of your own hair bows or head bands or anything girly like that to the tree just let me know :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-5175787782703277617?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5175787782703277617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=5175787782703277617&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/5175787782703277617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/5175787782703277617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2010/11/friendly-thankfulness.html' title='friendly thankfulness'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TNdobm0o8lI/AAAAAAAAExE/ad9mVZ91vVg/s72-c/ribbons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-716001910309702399</id><published>2010-11-05T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T19:13:14.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers dont shake hands...brothers gotta hug!</title><content type='html'>Today I am thankful for brotherly love. Its true, my boys can fight with each other as if they are preparing for the MMA (Robb you'd be so proud), BUT there is no doubt that they love each other so very very much, so of course today I am thankful for the love they have for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TNS47W2TzhI/AAAAAAAAEw8/TkpA7p1D6KI/s1600/117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536253171830345234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TNS47W2TzhI/AAAAAAAAEw8/TkpA7p1D6KI/s320/117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As Noah was fulfilling his 100th stint in time-out yesterday, he sat on his bed crying "Anthon....Anthon....Anthon.....Anthon" In Noah's mind just having Anthon around makes everything better. I couldnt agree more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-716001910309702399?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/716001910309702399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=716001910309702399&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/716001910309702399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/716001910309702399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2010/11/brothers-dont-shake-handsbrothers-gotta.html' title='Brothers dont shake hands...brothers gotta hug!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TNS47W2TzhI/AAAAAAAAEw8/TkpA7p1D6KI/s72-c/117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-3546182108598187164</id><published>2010-11-04T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T19:06:17.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh to being thankful</title><content type='html'>Today I am thankful for........being thankful. Seriously without this post today I wouldn't have forced myself to think of things I'm thankful for. Sometimes a girl just has a junky day with tears attached for no good reason. Goodbye today, i am glad to see you go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-3546182108598187164?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/3546182108598187164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=3546182108598187164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/3546182108598187164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/3546182108598187164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-to-being-thankful.html' title='oh to being thankful'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-6341943248009776236</id><published>2010-11-03T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T20:14:17.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>Today I am thankful that it was close to 80 degrees, the kids wore shorts. It was perfect. Perfect for shorts, perfect for kickball at the park after dinner, perfect for smiles had by all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-6341943248009776236?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/6341943248009776236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=6341943248009776236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/6341943248009776236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/6341943248009776236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2010/11/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-21133414321625925</id><published>2010-11-02T14:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T14:52:47.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovin me some November</title><content type='html'>1 month of thankfulness everyday, seems like a good idea to me. Since I missed yesterday I will do two things I am thankful for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am thankful that tomorrow is the day AFTER elections. November 3rd is typically my favorite day of the year. My husbands brain returns to normal. Its fabulous. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am thankful that I let Dan pick out the trick or treat candy. He picked a bag of all chocolates. Nasty! My self control, my gag reflux, and my butt are all very thankful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-21133414321625925?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/21133414321625925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=21133414321625925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/21133414321625925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/21133414321625925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2010/11/lovin-me-some-november.html' title='Lovin me some November'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-8321657347701794230</id><published>2010-10-30T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T19:53:35.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy eat lots of candy &amp; not feel guilty day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;this year Noah wanted to be "cowboy Noah like cowboy Woody", and he was for his playgroup Halloween party (which by the way the costume has THE cutes chaps but he insisted he wear the sponge bob belt, and if he wore the chaps you couldn't see the belt, oh the independence).....but today 15 minutes before we left he decided with tears that he did NOT want anything to do with being a cowboy so we improvised. The moment I said "train" he was in, he didn't care what it was, so tonight Noah was a Train Engineer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TMzYSZJzYTI/AAAAAAAAEwU/ydfhxBsAVPg/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 208px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534035852632744242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TMzYSZJzYTI/AAAAAAAAEwU/ydfhxBsAVPg/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TMzYR2pD6YI/AAAAAAAAEwM/W3RUrZ57N6U/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534035843368610178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TMzYR2pD6YI/AAAAAAAAEwM/W3RUrZ57N6U/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthon of course was once again the cutest Marine on the planet! We even had a lady almost in tears when he went to the door. She had to take a picture and send to her son who is a Marine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TMzZGnR8FAI/AAAAAAAAEwc/wVM5xIiqmH0/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 394px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534036749778162690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TMzZGnR8FAI/AAAAAAAAEwc/wVM5xIiqmH0/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TMzZHRAg-HI/AAAAAAAAEws/SzM3f-nGcDQ/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534036760979372146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TMzZHRAg-HI/AAAAAAAAEws/SzM3f-nGcDQ/s400/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TMzZGzx2YOI/AAAAAAAAEwk/4s8qo69QKHA/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534036753133232354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TMzZGzx2YOI/AAAAAAAAEwk/4s8qo69QKHA/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit the mall (easiest trick or treating EVER), a friends trunk or treat at their church house, and a little old fashion door to door trick or treating thru the neighborhood. It was so much fun!Halloween may just start to grow on me after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TMzZzNqM48I/AAAAAAAAEw0/tDITgXMl2DM/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534037515994719170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TMzZzNqM48I/AAAAAAAAEw0/tDITgXMl2DM/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween from US!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-8321657347701794230?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8321657347701794230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=8321657347701794230&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/8321657347701794230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/8321657347701794230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-eat-lots-of-candy-not-feel-guilty.html' title='Happy eat lots of candy &amp; not feel guilty day!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TMzYSZJzYTI/AAAAAAAAEwU/ydfhxBsAVPg/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-2556086046242135080</id><published>2010-10-29T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T08:13:15.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He makes us proud</title><content type='html'>Its no secret that Halloween is NOT my favorite holiday. I am one of THOSE moms who doesn't want her kids to dress up as anything scary or disgusting. So this year I was sooo happy when this was picked by the one able to pick for himself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TMrjfND2_7I/AAAAAAAAEwE/vOvEb8hgWI8/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533485217399373746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TMrjfND2_7I/AAAAAAAAEwE/vOvEb8hgWI8/s400/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TMrje0SVOlI/AAAAAAAAEv8/A8wmSai9o_s/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 224px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533485210749188690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TMrje0SVOlI/AAAAAAAAEv8/A8wmSai9o_s/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time he tried it on I cried. He was so excited to be a Marine this year. truthfully I'm not 100% sure he knows exactly what a Marine is, but in his mind a Marine is "a hero that really saves the world, oh and super tough." So then again maybe he does :) Dan was more then proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully cute Cowboy Noah pictures to come tomorrow. He's sick...still. Its sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-2556086046242135080?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2556086046242135080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=2556086046242135080&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/2556086046242135080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/2556086046242135080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2010/10/he-makes-us-proud.html' title='He makes us proud'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TMrjfND2_7I/AAAAAAAAEwE/vOvEb8hgWI8/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-1687535303401974292</id><published>2010-10-24T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T17:53:11.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well hello there</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just because its always fun to see someone getting fat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TMTT4ohKg9I/AAAAAAAAEv0/fw6ZKIQ_724/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531779212220466130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TMTT4ohKg9I/AAAAAAAAEv0/fw6ZKIQ_724/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm only ALMOST half way....I mean YAY I'm totally almost already half way! (i gave a lesson on optimism today...practice what you preach eh.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-1687535303401974292?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/1687535303401974292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=1687535303401974292&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/1687535303401974292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/1687535303401974292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2010/10/well-hello-there.html' title='well hello there'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TMTT4ohKg9I/AAAAAAAAEv0/fw6ZKIQ_724/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31661786.post-2864451291118121885</id><published>2010-10-17T15:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T15:58:03.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what we've been up to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love this time of year because it brings VISITORS!!! I mean how can you not have fun &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TLt8mQoW1SI/AAAAAAAAEu8/c3IwG1sj0lo/s1600/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529149964268524834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TLt8mQoW1SI/AAAAAAAAEu8/c3IwG1sj0lo/s320/062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TLt8mqmNGFI/AAAAAAAAEvE/FbN8JawWItU/s1600/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529149971238819922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TLt8mqmNGFI/AAAAAAAAEvE/FbN8JawWItU/s320/063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We also &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;decorated&lt;/span&gt; pumpkins a week or so ago. This is the kind of pumpkins you get when you have a parent with an over-active gag reflux who cant do the whole carving out the pumpkin thing, and another parent that is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ocd&lt;/span&gt; on cleanliness and a fabulous aunt who recognized both in us and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;supplies&lt;/span&gt; the pumpkin "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;decorating&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;supplies&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TLt9bLhT9rI/AAAAAAAAEvM/PU04WsJnpjk/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529150873429866162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TLt9bLhT9rI/AAAAAAAAEvM/PU04WsJnpjk/s320/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TLt9bRg9Y0I/AAAAAAAAEvU/Sir2HkefWoI/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529150875038999362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TLt9bRg9Y0I/AAAAAAAAEvU/Sir2HkefWoI/s320/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also in the process of re-doing the boys room. You learn a lot about yourself when tools and hardware are involved. Me, I learned that I know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; NOTHING about that. But luckily we are blessed with our Maren who does. And she is darn &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt; good at it to. I love the room so far! I love it! i love it! I love it! We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; finished yet, so stay tuned for the finished product and before and after pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TLt-W94brTI/AAAAAAAAEvc/cQW4ihsSOKs/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 315px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529151900560895282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TLt-W94brTI/AAAAAAAAEvc/cQW4ihsSOKs/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TLt-XRHtqmI/AAAAAAAAEvs/edqAyp6P2mY/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 142px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529151905725262434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TLt-XRHtqmI/AAAAAAAAEvs/edqAyp6P2mY/s320/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TLt-XDzotwI/AAAAAAAAEvk/rZvAYd24rqg/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529151902151390978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TLt-XDzotwI/AAAAAAAAEvk/rZvAYd24rqg/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S by this time &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; my mom will be the proud owner of a house that is ONLY 1.4 miles from my front door. That is a serious upgrade in my book when you consider that her home now is 392.43 miles away. Can you say HOORAY!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31661786-2864451291118121885?l=smartsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2864451291118121885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31661786&amp;postID=2864451291118121885&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/2864451291118121885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31661786/posts/default/2864451291118121885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smartsie.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-weve-been-up-to.html' title='what we&apos;ve been up to.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03495141118147198611</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/_zF1usOX6dds/SYXPQxYf_uI/AAAAAAAADhc/wI-tHsjPvX4/S220/DSC01734.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF1usOX6dds/TLt8mQoW1SI/AAAAAAAAEu8/c3IwG1sj0lo/s72-c/062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
