<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023837345060688437</id><updated>2009-12-30T20:44:52.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthony and Missy Monsivais</title><subtitle type='html'>and their many little ones</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17585526945884763246</uri><email>missy.and.me@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023837345060688437.post-7804302178430904999</id><published>2009-12-22T09:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T11:18:15.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is Almost Christmas...</title><content type='html'>The Monsivais Family Christmas party was last weekend. The pageant was a great success as usual.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzEYqrxchII/AAAAAAAABas/zHjDM6QTKnA/s1600-h/DSC00966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzEYqrxchII/AAAAAAAABas/zHjDM6QTKnA/s400/DSC00966.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418138948287104130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe was such a good Mary. She kept praying.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzEV5tqZb3I/AAAAAAAABaM/S_zeWcikjvI/s1600-h/DSC00933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzEV5tqZb3I/AAAAAAAABaM/S_zeWcikjvI/s400/DSC00933.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418135907957567346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzEWk6P6oNI/AAAAAAAABaU/wY_jMpjAgRU/s1600-h/DSC00940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzEWk6P6oNI/AAAAAAAABaU/wY_jMpjAgRU/s400/DSC00940.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418136650070532306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh made the perfect Joseph. Zoe was so happy to have her favorite cousin play the lead with her.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzEYDPdmKhI/AAAAAAAABak/B9kQG0rarYU/s1600-h/DSC00936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzEYDPdmKhI/AAAAAAAABak/B9kQG0rarYU/s400/DSC00936.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418138270672759314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carson was one of the three wise men.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzEVUH_RhXI/AAAAAAAABZ8/6faOyZwnonk/s1600-h/DSC00927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzEVUH_RhXI/AAAAAAAABZ8/6faOyZwnonk/s400/DSC00927.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418135262189421938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker wanted to be a lamb, but he had to settle for a shepherd. He did a great job though.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzEXRIOflWI/AAAAAAAABac/KcCsIxz6jJA/s1600-h/DSC00951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzEXRIOflWI/AAAAAAAABac/KcCsIxz6jJA/s400/DSC00951.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418137409736906082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam was happy to crawl underneath the coffee table.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzEZk64FC3I/AAAAAAAABa0/chIydl45kWE/s1600-h/DSC00964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzEZk64FC3I/AAAAAAAABa0/chIydl45kWE/s400/DSC00964.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418139948773870450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a visit from Santa too. When he came in the door, Zoe was so excited she almost cried. The kids all went and got a gift from him.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzEaq1l3umI/AAAAAAAABa8/64Gytk3hxT0/s1600-h/DSC00976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzEaq1l3umI/AAAAAAAABa8/64Gytk3hxT0/s400/DSC00976.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418141149946165858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Anthony took some fun pictures of the frost on our trees. The morning looks so peaceful when everything has snow on it like this.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzEUUuT_ghI/AAAAAAAABZ0/yCxI3mlYCJ8/s1600-h/DSC00926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzEUUuT_ghI/AAAAAAAABZ0/yCxI3mlYCJ8/s400/DSC00926.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418134172965241362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Zoe went to her best friend's birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese and she got to meet Chuck E. Cheese. She got way into it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzETajtB9GI/AAAAAAAABZs/UO8nUQbK-gk/s1600-h/DSC00919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzETajtB9GI/AAAAAAAABZs/UO8nUQbK-gk/s400/DSC00919.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418133173685056610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the kids to see the lights at Temple Square. I was not as impressed. They have cut back on a lot of the lights. The kids had fun though. Sam kept yelling, "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzELR1PpTGI/AAAAAAAABY0/cWc-peZ-HTE/s1600-h/DSC00908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzELR1PpTGI/AAAAAAAABY0/cWc-peZ-HTE/s400/DSC00908.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418124227681799266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzEMyCGrmCI/AAAAAAAABY8/_vSx8KqlJZ4/s1600-h/DSC00910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzEMyCGrmCI/AAAAAAAABY8/_vSx8KqlJZ4/s400/DSC00910.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418125880401303586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe gave me the double thumbs up. That is how you know it is good!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzEPnLD5yDI/AAAAAAAABZU/RSD23qCm8CA/s1600-h/DSC00907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzEPnLD5yDI/AAAAAAAABZU/RSD23qCm8CA/s400/DSC00907.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418128992361891890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam's hat kept falling down on his eyes. He would yell, "Mom!" and we would stop and fix it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzENkQYelUI/AAAAAAAABZE/d1sFa18YeDk/s1600-h/DSC00913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzENkQYelUI/AAAAAAAABZE/d1sFa18YeDk/s400/DSC00913.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418126743227503938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He was a good sport about it and laughed every time.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzEOlNweD-I/AAAAAAAABZM/j1Ab0-Q9STg/s1600-h/DSC00914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzEOlNweD-I/AAAAAAAABZM/j1Ab0-Q9STg/s400/DSC00914.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418127859214323682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzEQgNw56PI/AAAAAAAABZc/fL0b9H0NMWI/s1600-h/DSC00915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzEQgNw56PI/AAAAAAAABZc/fL0b9H0NMWI/s400/DSC00915.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418129972340058354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loading all of those pictures made me think of this picture. This is one of my favorites. It is a little blurry, but I think it adds to how fun the picture is. This was Sam when he was five-months-old and we took him to see the zoo lights at Hogle Zoo.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzER_JIs-vI/AAAAAAAABZk/2GcS0eMDwWM/s1600-h/DSC01548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzER_JIs-vI/AAAAAAAABZk/2GcS0eMDwWM/s400/DSC01548.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418131603185269490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Sam with his first snowball. He was so fascinated with it. Then when he realized that it was cold and melting, he was done.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzEEQ9f6OMI/AAAAAAAABYs/sIugH4DeA-s/s1600-h/DSC00897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzEEQ9f6OMI/AAAAAAAABYs/sIugH4DeA-s/s400/DSC00897.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418116516136237250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023837345060688437-7804302178430904999?l=monsivaismemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7804302178430904999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4023837345060688437&amp;postID=7804302178430904999&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/7804302178430904999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/7804302178430904999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-is-almost-christmas.html' title='It Is Almost Christmas...'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17585526945884763246</uri><email>missy.and.me@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16329719392588306646'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SzEYqrxchII/AAAAAAAABas/zHjDM6QTKnA/s72-c/DSC00966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023837345060688437.post-6491173670920613476</id><published>2009-12-01T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T16:57:30.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Requested Update</title><content type='html'>It has been a rather long time since I have updated my blog. I would love to have a great excuse, but the only real excuse is that I did not feel like it was appreciated. I very rarely get comments and it is usually the same few people anyway. Blogs are hard work! I will admit, I need to be validated. Please comment, if you do not know how, learn how to (please). So here is what has been happening.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the air is really dry, Sam gets bloody noses in his sleep. So sometimes he wakes up looking like he was in a fight.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWop_ck1XI/AAAAAAAABXM/PnWOJ1-Jz6g/s1600/DSC00822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWop_ck1XI/AAAAAAAABXM/PnWOJ1-Jz6g/s400/DSC00822.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410415966714910066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe made Sam a foam sticker picture. Sam loves foam stickers, but he loves them even more when they are on his head. He put them on the back of his head......&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWm2nmah8I/AAAAAAAABW8/bnXf6yvdUs8/s1600/DSC00813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWm2nmah8I/AAAAAAAABW8/bnXf6yvdUs8/s400/DSC00813.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410413984628770754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then moved to his face. Zoe was upset at first, but got over it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWnyeFs8hI/AAAAAAAABXE/Ec8NjRxPi5k/s1600/DSC00817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWnyeFs8hI/AAAAAAAABXE/Ec8NjRxPi5k/s400/DSC00817.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410415012867797522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the girls rake the leaves.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWkRCAZWeI/AAAAAAAABW0/XVbZtQ_XDmI/s1600/DSC00806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWkRCAZWeI/AAAAAAAABW0/XVbZtQ_XDmI/s400/DSC00806.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410411139858782690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carson and Parker have decided that they will no longer sit next to Sam at the counter. Sam wants to hug them the entire time.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWiR3KCTrI/AAAAAAAABWs/Iu8kqBIqVms/s1600/DSC00787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWiR3KCTrI/AAAAAAAABWs/Iu8kqBIqVms/s400/DSC00787.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410408955103039154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are one, it is fun to eat dinner with a measuring spoon (not easy, just fun).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWeY9aYtSI/AAAAAAAABWc/7nf5DULUBVE/s1600/DSC00776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWeY9aYtSI/AAAAAAAABWc/7nf5DULUBVE/s400/DSC00776.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410404678994801954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of fun this Halloween. Zoe was Tinkerbell, Carson was the black Spiderman, Parker was Superman, and Sam was Batman. Sam was not wearing his mask, and the kids smeared their face paintings very early on, but they still all looked cute.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWhAd27bOI/AAAAAAAABWk/pdlLXmIPaNs/s1600/DSC00789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWhAd27bOI/AAAAAAAABWk/pdlLXmIPaNs/s400/DSC00789.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410407556742606050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Grandpa Kim and Nana Carol's to paint some pumpkins a few days before Halloween.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWZy5h4cHI/AAAAAAAABV8/8tCQZaHm8Ig/s1600/DSC00712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWZy5h4cHI/AAAAAAAABV8/8tCQZaHm8Ig/s400/DSC00712.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410399627070959730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam kept making the funniest "mad" face.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWbr6-oygI/AAAAAAAABWM/AV6uK4Dhmd4/s1600/DSC00730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWbr6-oygI/AAAAAAAABWM/AV6uK4Dhmd4/s400/DSC00730.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410401706224175618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe put a lot of work into her white pumpkin.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWapw3XimI/AAAAAAAABWE/goW7NnreLh0/s1600/DSC00749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWapw3XimI/AAAAAAAABWE/goW7NnreLh0/s400/DSC00749.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410400569637964386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe was so scared of their decorations.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWcwe2czrI/AAAAAAAABWU/_QWm4uLXWHQ/s1600/DSC00772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWcwe2czrI/AAAAAAAABWU/_QWm4uLXWHQ/s400/DSC00772.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410402884084616882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big kids conquered the corn maze all on their own.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWVI39YEnI/AAAAAAAABVk/WatATqVbFwo/s1600/DSC00684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWVI39YEnI/AAAAAAAABVk/WatATqVbFwo/s400/DSC00684.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410394507048391282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam loved sitting on this merry-go-round...... that is until it started to move. Then he freaked out and refused to get back on.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWYVhzPwTI/AAAAAAAABV0/rKkHAA13T84/s1600/DSC00702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWYVhzPwTI/AAAAAAAABV0/rKkHAA13T84/s400/DSC00702.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410398022973505842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Dave's birthday at a pirate pizza place. Mike and G had a coupon for half off their biggest pizza, so we decided to split it. This pizza was HUGE! It fed so many people.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWXTjI8piI/AAAAAAAABVs/ixqw2lb6WV4/s1600/DSC00700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWXTjI8piI/AAAAAAAABVs/ixqw2lb6WV4/s400/DSC00700.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410396889461597730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love dressing Zoe like this. I think she looks like Madeline.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWTiObWg1I/AAAAAAAABVc/m66tBchYd04/s1600/DSC00661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWTiObWg1I/AAAAAAAABVc/m66tBchYd04/s400/DSC00661.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410392743553172306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids love to do the play food in the little kitchen. Sam has recently started getting way into it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWR1cCen8I/AAAAAAAABVM/BIFFg-D71R4/s1600/DSC00649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWR1cCen8I/AAAAAAAABVM/BIFFg-D71R4/s400/DSC00649.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410390874601201602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has such a fun personality!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWSlTo41HI/AAAAAAAABVU/XFVj3AYG1gA/s1600/DSC00654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWSlTo41HI/AAAAAAAABVU/XFVj3AYG1gA/s400/DSC00654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410391696980104306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023837345060688437-6491173670920613476?l=monsivaismemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6491173670920613476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4023837345060688437&amp;postID=6491173670920613476&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/6491173670920613476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/6491173670920613476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/requested-update.html' title='Requested Update'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17585526945884763246</uri><email>missy.and.me@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16329719392588306646'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SxWop_ck1XI/AAAAAAAABXM/PnWOJ1-Jz6g/s72-c/DSC00822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023837345060688437.post-8523118400643549597</id><published>2009-09-22T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T16:38:32.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Bash 2009</title><content type='html'>We had a huge birthday celebration for Anthony, Zoe and Parker last weekend. We started with Zoe's surprise room makeover. She wanted a Tinkerbell room really bad so we did a few little things to make it look new. This is the before picture:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SrlJ8qQdTvI/AAAAAAAABTA/ltM3IWfn2j8/s1600-h/DSC00500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SrlJ8qQdTvI/AAAAAAAABTA/ltM3IWfn2j8/s400/DSC00500.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384416135982436082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the after:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SrlLrtwUcxI/AAAAAAAABTI/Gb_u6SCYu9I/s1600-h/DSC00507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SrlLrtwUcxI/AAAAAAAABTI/Gb_u6SCYu9I/s400/DSC00507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384418043886859026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my morning by decorating a cake for all three birthday people. Anthony got a football cake:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SrlNewyT-YI/AAAAAAAABTQ/var1a_13A6g/s1600-h/DSC00547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SrlNewyT-YI/AAAAAAAABTQ/var1a_13A6g/s400/DSC00547.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384420020385479042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe got a star cake with pixie dust:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SrlQSI7M9PI/AAAAAAAABTY/4OnY_xglN4U/s1600-h/DSC00545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SrlQSI7M9PI/AAAAAAAABTY/4OnY_xglN4U/s400/DSC00545.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384423102061802738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker got a Batman cake (not my best cake ever):&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SrlRfhi_VjI/AAAAAAAABTg/13l7uOPHXvQ/s1600-h/DSC00546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SrlRfhi_VjI/AAAAAAAABTg/13l7uOPHXvQ/s400/DSC00546.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384424431521060402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a balloonist come and he did an amazing job. Some of my favorites were; The Roadrunner,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SrlS2M-w0EI/AAAAAAAABTo/7a1mNgBDlDQ/s1600-h/DSC00553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SrlS2M-w0EI/AAAAAAAABTo/7a1mNgBDlDQ/s400/DSC00553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384425920649023554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batman,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SrlTyx0jg3I/AAAAAAAABTw/GRQ-I6kvC1o/s1600-h/DSC00562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SrlTyx0jg3I/AAAAAAAABTw/GRQ-I6kvC1o/s400/DSC00562.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384426961330471794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donald Duck,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SrlVTOr3iFI/AAAAAAAABT4/QsRV9Qn5rxo/s1600-h/DSC00560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SrlVTOr3iFI/AAAAAAAABT4/QsRV9Qn5rxo/s400/DSC00560.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384428618346104914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elmo,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SrlYfBzzCgI/AAAAAAAABUA/Oh5yW5flXsc/s1600-h/DSC00575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SrlYfBzzCgI/AAAAAAAABUA/Oh5yW5flXsc/s400/DSC00575.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384432119583017474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a penguin.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SrlaI4_vLrI/AAAAAAAABUI/vlqYucOl3n8/s1600-h/DSC00573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SrlaI4_vLrI/AAAAAAAABUI/vlqYucOl3n8/s400/DSC00573.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384433938283310770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids all did the pinata.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SrlcjJ-zrrI/AAAAAAAABUQ/phSwcJtkKhI/s1600-h/DSC00598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SrlcjJ-zrrI/AAAAAAAABUQ/phSwcJtkKhI/s400/DSC00598.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384436588542668466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SrldYtGn8BI/AAAAAAAABUY/fRpYN6g-SzI/s1600-h/DSC00604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SrldYtGn8BI/AAAAAAAABUY/fRpYN6g-SzI/s400/DSC00604.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384437508503760914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SrleOHPV7mI/AAAAAAAABUg/bAlI1sMa68s/s1600-h/DSC00607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SrleOHPV7mI/AAAAAAAABUg/bAlI1sMa68s/s400/DSC00607.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384438426052718178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SrlfeIYCjNI/AAAAAAAABUo/6AbmMqEr8-Y/s1600-h/DSC00616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SrlfeIYCjNI/AAAAAAAABUo/6AbmMqEr8-Y/s400/DSC00616.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384439800747166930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had face painting too. The kids got way too many gifts (thank you very much everyone).The party was a great success and we had a ton of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023837345060688437-8523118400643549597?l=monsivaismemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8523118400643549597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4023837345060688437&amp;postID=8523118400643549597&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/8523118400643549597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/8523118400643549597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday-bash-2009.html' title='Birthday Bash 2009'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17585526945884763246</uri><email>missy.and.me@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16329719392588306646'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SrlJ8qQdTvI/AAAAAAAABTA/ltM3IWfn2j8/s72-c/DSC00500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023837345060688437.post-1938886097535524863</id><published>2009-09-22T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:00:11.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our handsome baby boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SrlIb3LXxpI/AAAAAAAABS4/_ZT6Ez-zy5g/s1600-h/DSC00494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SrlIb3LXxpI/AAAAAAAABS4/_ZT6Ez-zy5g/s400/DSC00494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384414473003452050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam was so excited to go to church in this outfit. He knew that he was handsome and he kept running around and smiling at everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023837345060688437-1938886097535524863?l=monsivaismemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1938886097535524863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4023837345060688437&amp;postID=1938886097535524863&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/1938886097535524863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/1938886097535524863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-handsome-baby-boy.html' title='Our handsome baby boy'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17585526945884763246</uri><email>missy.and.me@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16329719392588306646'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SrlIb3LXxpI/AAAAAAAABS4/_ZT6Ez-zy5g/s72-c/DSC00494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023837345060688437.post-1202556314826879466</id><published>2009-09-11T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T19:26:35.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Vacation: Day 8</title><content type='html'>We were up at 4:15am this morning. We finished packing the stuff into the van and headed out around 5am. We had planned to stop in Vegas on the way for the M&amp;M's factory and a buffet. We did a specialized bag of M&amp;M's for both of the kids at Knott's though, and they were both still super tired. So we just stopped at Jack in the Box for breakfast and kept going. Sam decided to scream (scream not cry) for over an hour to express his desire to get out of the van. We had to get Sam an Icee in Cedar City so that he would relax. We made it home just before 5pm (Utah time). We are all so very happy to be back home. &lt;br /&gt;Zoe started bawling after a while though. We asked her what was going on, and she said that it was because, "Dad woke me up super early." We cleaned her tears and snot up and put her to bed.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqsGB-4bzmI/AAAAAAAABSw/4HyH7s88TII/s1600-h/DSC00488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqsGB-4bzmI/AAAAAAAABSw/4HyH7s88TII/s400/DSC00488.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380400810953526882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a video from the fair that we were not able to post until we got home. Harvey rode the mechanical bull and he did a great job. We promised to post it, so here it is.&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ACZJBGeO26E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ACZJBGeO26E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023837345060688437-1202556314826879466?l=monsivaismemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1202556314826879466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4023837345060688437&amp;postID=1202556314826879466&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/1202556314826879466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/1202556314826879466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/family-vacation-day-8.html' title='Family Vacation: Day 8'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17585526945884763246</uri><email>missy.and.me@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16329719392588306646'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqsGB-4bzmI/AAAAAAAABSw/4HyH7s88TII/s72-c/DSC00488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023837345060688437.post-2501263958043258691</id><published>2009-09-10T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:11:30.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Vacation: Day 7</title><content type='html'>We were all up way too early this morning. Anthony went out to help Grandma in the garden, and Sam decided that it was a good idea. He went out and helped by throwing things and telling Grandma some interesting babbles.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqnArOxjAiI/AAAAAAAABRo/wXBZZ1U-L4o/s1600-h/DSC00367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqnArOxjAiI/AAAAAAAABRo/wXBZZ1U-L4o/s400/DSC00367.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380043078803587618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma went and picked him a tomato. He ate a few bites and then threw it in the garbage and went looking for some mud to play in.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqnC-ByUu2I/AAAAAAAABRw/kbpn6W1Ikqs/s1600-h/DSC00370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqnC-ByUu2I/AAAAAAAABRw/kbpn6W1Ikqs/s400/DSC00370.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380045600757955426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short morning nap (for me and the kids), we went to Knott's Berry Farm to celebrate Zoe's fifth birthday.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqmzypSEHTI/AAAAAAAABRY/R3oM4k5cTts/s1600-h/DSC00379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqmzypSEHTI/AAAAAAAABRY/R3oM4k5cTts/s400/DSC00379.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380028912527220018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not even busy today at the park. There was no wait on any of the rides. For some of them, we just stayed in the seat and they did the ride another time. Anthony and I took turns watching the kids and running up and riding the "big kid" rides.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqnMVH08fAI/AAAAAAAABSQ/vTGzgQ7AhFs/s1600-h/DSC00473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqnMVH08fAI/AAAAAAAABSQ/vTGzgQ7AhFs/s400/DSC00473.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380055893121203202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fountain!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqnEuaKIw9I/AAAAAAAABR4/nJMrO23Wtvo/s1600-h/DSC00375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqnEuaKIw9I/AAAAAAAABR4/nJMrO23Wtvo/s400/DSC00375.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380047531445634002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is a tradition now. I found one of Anthony in the same plane when he was eight, and I realized that I had taken the same picture of Zoe when we went to Knott's a couple of years ago. Now I am going to do it every time we go. Sam was too little to go on it this year.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqnIpJoxXRI/AAAAAAAABSA/73j01KO3YTI/s1600-h/DSC00390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqnIpJoxXRI/AAAAAAAABSA/73j01KO3YTI/s400/DSC00390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380051839157886226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also took a picture like this one a couple of years ago.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sqm8QUHL-BI/AAAAAAAABRg/B2DaqEnC7wY/s1600-h/DSC00431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sqm8QUHL-BI/AAAAAAAABRg/B2DaqEnC7wY/s400/DSC00431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380038218333550610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam really liked driving the little diesel trucks. He was getting way into it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqnJ9AsV_nI/AAAAAAAABSI/7JEZKfVCjKU/s1600-h/DSC00441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqnJ9AsV_nI/AAAAAAAABSI/7JEZKfVCjKU/s400/DSC00441.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380053279865962098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went over to Ita's for one last visit after the park. They had a little cake there for her, but no #5 candle. So we told her that she could add #2 and #3 to make #5.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqnPe7dXOjI/AAAAAAAABSY/CfG388mDf90/s1600-h/DSC00478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqnPe7dXOjI/AAAAAAAABSY/CfG388mDf90/s400/DSC00478.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380059360134642226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Anthony's cousin Iris' birthday too!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqnSJS9ZOaI/AAAAAAAABSg/k8jCootBWY8/s1600-h/DSC00479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqnSJS9ZOaI/AAAAAAAABSg/k8jCootBWY8/s400/DSC00479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380062287020767650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and Anthony were really excited for the cake.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqnVBoX81yI/AAAAAAAABSo/BCYtQ_rfV7s/s1600-h/DSC00485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqnVBoX81yI/AAAAAAAABSo/BCYtQ_rfV7s/s400/DSC00485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380065453865228066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to Grandma's and packed after cake. The vacation is coming to an end. I keep telling Anthony that I feel like we need another day. He replied by telling me that he thought we should go home tonight instead of tomorrow, just so that we can have an extra day to be home and relax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023837345060688437-2501263958043258691?l=monsivaismemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2501263958043258691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4023837345060688437&amp;postID=2501263958043258691&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/2501263958043258691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/2501263958043258691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/family-vacation-day-7.html' title='Family Vacation: Day 7'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17585526945884763246</uri><email>missy.and.me@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16329719392588306646'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqnArOxjAiI/AAAAAAAABRo/wXBZZ1U-L4o/s72-c/DSC00367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023837345060688437.post-2997618041230508430</id><published>2009-09-09T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:22:39.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Vacation: Day 6</title><content type='html'>We had ebleskeivers (pancake puffs) for breakfast this morning. Then we headed out to Hunington Beach.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqgzYZSvXRI/AAAAAAAABRQ/QB6nuLXf5DY/s1600-h/DSC00356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqgzYZSvXRI/AAAAAAAABRQ/QB6nuLXf5DY/s400/DSC00356.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379606249093422354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I set up the beach chairs, Sam was ready to relax (as much as he is capable of). He was climbing in and out of the chairs and they were even folding up on him.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqgonD7lU1I/AAAAAAAABQg/Sa_b6uHJAHA/s1600-h/DSC00322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqgonD7lU1I/AAAAAAAABQg/Sa_b6uHJAHA/s400/DSC00322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379594406429283154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam learned very quickly that it is not a good idea to throw tantrums at the beach. He threw himself down on the sand and came up with sand everywhere.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqgnCRhWKHI/AAAAAAAABQY/MMMn1Situ9g/s1600-h/DSC00325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqgnCRhWKHI/AAAAAAAABQY/MMMn1Situ9g/s400/DSC00325.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379592674910546034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony headed out into the water to do some boogie boarding for a while. He had a lot of fun.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sqgp2T7txcI/AAAAAAAABQo/fSvtGC9ath8/s1600-h/DSC00318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sqgp2T7txcI/AAAAAAAABQo/fSvtGC9ath8/s400/DSC00318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379595767934469570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony was out in the water and looked next to him and saw his life flash before his eyes. He panicked and wished for a moment that he had taken out a larger life insurance policy. Then he realized that the shark that just swam up next to him, was actually a dolphin. You can see it right in the middle of the picture if you look closely.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqgrKYsD3II/AAAAAAAABQw/-ZoT9CM82_8/s1600-h/DSC00345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqgrKYsD3II/AAAAAAAABQw/-ZoT9CM82_8/s400/DSC00345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379597212319997058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe was very brave this year at the beach. She wanted to go out and swim, but the waves were too strong for her to go far. She had a lot of fun playing with Anthony and learning all about the ocean though.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqgtHOmZxCI/AAAAAAAABQ4/jWcdSulsCbA/s1600-h/DSC00339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqgtHOmZxCI/AAAAAAAABQ4/jWcdSulsCbA/s400/DSC00339.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379599357095560226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went looking for shells for a little while. Anthony found more in the water than we did on the beach. I found one that was closed and had an oyster in it still. Anthony took it into the water and washed it out. I owe him big for this he says.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqgvDLtH-jI/AAAAAAAABRA/evU6p522j1E/s1600-h/DSC00354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqgvDLtH-jI/AAAAAAAABRA/evU6p522j1E/s400/DSC00354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379601486622226994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam was eating cookies, but they became sand covered cookies very quickly. Zoe said, "MOM! Sam is eating sand!" I told her that they were sand cookies and I made them for him out of sand. She was like, "Oh. Can I have one?" Ha ha ha! I love her!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqgwXcFk-gI/AAAAAAAABRI/XCnE2DxDQ28/s1600-h/DSC00355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqgwXcFk-gI/AAAAAAAABRI/XCnE2DxDQ28/s400/DSC00355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379602934128769538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished the evening by going out to dinner with some of Anthony's relatives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023837345060688437-2997618041230508430?l=monsivaismemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2997618041230508430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4023837345060688437&amp;postID=2997618041230508430&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/2997618041230508430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/2997618041230508430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/family-vacation-day-6.html' title='Family Vacation: Day 6'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17585526945884763246</uri><email>missy.and.me@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16329719392588306646'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqgzYZSvXRI/AAAAAAAABRQ/QB6nuLXf5DY/s72-c/DSC00356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023837345060688437.post-4148286957168619835</id><published>2009-09-08T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:00:41.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Vacation: Day 5</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful day at Disneyland today!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqcweNHuUPI/AAAAAAAABQA/LmNyrZzxInw/s1600-h/DSC00239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqcweNHuUPI/AAAAAAAABQA/LmNyrZzxInw/s400/DSC00239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379321575393612018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony got in for free because it was his 30th birthday today. Him and Zoe both got little buttons that said, "happy birthday" with their names on them (Zoe turns five on the 10th). Everyone kept saying, "Happy birthday Zoe!" She said, "How does everyone know it is my birthday, and how do they know my name?"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqchcDAwZII/AAAAAAAABO4/L7a7AAg7Z9k/s1600-h/DSC00232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqchcDAwZII/AAAAAAAABO4/L7a7AAg7Z9k/s400/DSC00232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379305045645878402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We told Zoe that we were going to go into a fun house (The Haunted Mansion) and that it looked like it must be Cinderella's, but she did not believe us. She kept telling us that it looked haunted. When we got in there and things started she was like, "See! I told you it was haunted!" Anthony also told her that Snow White's Scary Adventure ride was really called Snow White's Happy Adventure. When we got out he kept calling it that. Zoe said, "That was more like Snow White's Scary Happy Adventure."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqcnRENkcJI/AAAAAAAABPY/OnSJV8ZU_os/s1600-h/DSC00182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqcnRENkcJI/AAAAAAAABPY/OnSJV8ZU_os/s400/DSC00182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379311454059262098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is us getting ready to go into the It's A Small World ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqcbMdEOLiI/AAAAAAAABOg/VMk2ywWQOFM/s1600-h/DSC00188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqcbMdEOLiI/AAAAAAAABOg/VMk2ywWQOFM/s400/DSC00188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379298180692061730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam was very concerned whenever we went on a new ride. Anthony started our day off with Pirates of the Caribbean and the Haunted Mansion, so Sam was really nervous about what the rides would be. He was pointing at everything and talking about it. This is him on It's a Small World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sqcf-o6qcvI/AAAAAAAABOw/k0WenUq77_g/s1600-h/DSC00207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sqcf-o6qcvI/AAAAAAAABOw/k0WenUq77_g/s400/DSC00207.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379303440913167090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fountain!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqcouaFmCvI/AAAAAAAABPg/nmWGVEhE4nA/s1600-h/DSC00214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqcouaFmCvI/AAAAAAAABPg/nmWGVEhE4nA/s400/DSC00214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379313057659226866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam had fun on the teacups, until they started to go. He got so mad when Anthony started making it spin even more.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqcqHmP69ZI/AAAAAAAABPo/sgl5vlziz1g/s1600-h/DSC00247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqcqHmP69ZI/AAAAAAAABPo/sgl5vlziz1g/s400/DSC00247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379314589932123538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe wanted to go on the teacups twice because she had so much fun spinning them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sqcr6ZE2TQI/AAAAAAAABPw/CvKvKr8OFHA/s1600-h/DSC00250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sqcr6ZE2TQI/AAAAAAAABPw/CvKvKr8OFHA/s400/DSC00250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379316562080976130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam took an afternoon nap while we waited in some lines and even while we rode on the Alice in Wonderland ride.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sqcunzy0QDI/AAAAAAAABP4/qzw8n8XkkVo/s1600-h/DSC00259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sqcunzy0QDI/AAAAAAAABP4/qzw8n8XkkVo/s400/DSC00259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379319541370470450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe got to go into any store and pick one thing for her birthday. She picked some light-up Tinkerbell wings.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqczDyuRbeI/AAAAAAAABQQ/fQ9XEiTv2e8/s1600-h/DSC00296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqczDyuRbeI/AAAAAAAABQQ/fQ9XEiTv2e8/s400/DSC00296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379324420165823970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met lots of characters like:&lt;br /&gt;Pinocchio&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqcjFmihfII/AAAAAAAABPA/JPaWlcwKvsg/s1600-h/DSC00161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqcjFmihfII/AAAAAAAABPA/JPaWlcwKvsg/s400/DSC00161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379306859069013122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie The Pooh&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sqckhyh55WI/AAAAAAAABPI/cQRwgAeCDMo/s1600-h/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sqckhyh55WI/AAAAAAAABPI/cQRwgAeCDMo/s400/DSC00172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379308442835608930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tigger&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sqcl5FHSeBI/AAAAAAAABPQ/sbTG2OMw1h0/s1600-h/DSC00180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sqcl5FHSeBI/AAAAAAAABPQ/sbTG2OMw1h0/s400/DSC00180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379309942472865810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minnie Mouse&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqcxyTNTqGI/AAAAAAAABQI/XKhdtYybvr4/s1600-h/DSC00292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqcxyTNTqGI/AAAAAAAABQI/XKhdtYybvr4/s400/DSC00292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379323020136654946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished the evening by grabbing some burgers from In-N-Out on the way home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023837345060688437-4148286957168619835?l=monsivaismemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4148286957168619835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4023837345060688437&amp;postID=4148286957168619835&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/4148286957168619835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/4148286957168619835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/family-vacation-day-5.html' title='Family Vacation: Day 5'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17585526945884763246</uri><email>missy.and.me@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16329719392588306646'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqcweNHuUPI/AAAAAAAABQA/LmNyrZzxInw/s72-c/DSC00239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023837345060688437.post-4835038089000613719</id><published>2009-09-07T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:35:10.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Vacation: Day 4</title><content type='html'>We started the morning by going to a police training field. This is where Anthony used to play when he was younger. Sam wanted to do all of the obstacles. Then he wanted to walk on every ledge or piece of wood to prove his balance (he has none).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqU8cah0HuI/AAAAAAAABNw/HlikjLXgwEM/s1600-h/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqU8cah0HuI/AAAAAAAABNw/HlikjLXgwEM/s400/DSC00124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378771788819078882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to breakfast at Ita's. She had Mexican bread and some rice pudding like stuff (arroz con leche). We went back to Grandma's for a little while and Zoe started to help her make some of "Grandma's Lie Jam". This is a jam that seems like strawberry jam, but it is really made out of figs.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqVDUsF1AjI/AAAAAAAABN4/USvlr-TMJ0o/s1600-h/DSC00130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqVDUsF1AjI/AAAAAAAABN4/USvlr-TMJ0o/s400/DSC00130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378779352675975730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we met up with Mikey and Edith at Mimi's cafe. We had the worst service, but our food was free so I guess you get what you pay for. We were going to go to a science museum, but the kids decided that they would rather go see "UP" at the theater. I thought the movie was cute. Sam and Anthony slept through it. After the movie, we rested for a bit. Then we went over to Ita's again for dinner. Anthony's Tio Victor brought his wife and kids over. We had pizza and tamales. The pizza was great, and this was my first time having tamales. They were pretty spicy, but I enjoyed them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqXOBto8vwI/AAAAAAAABOQ/VJrgNG1xX7A/s1600-h/DSC00152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqXOBto8vwI/AAAAAAAABOQ/VJrgNG1xX7A/s400/DSC00152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378931858790465282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The kids had a great time playing with the soccer ball and the pets.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqXKqmTqD9I/AAAAAAAABOA/QHTSgzafAnU/s1600-h/DSC00148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqXKqmTqD9I/AAAAAAAABOA/QHTSgzafAnU/s400/DSC00148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378928163150237650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqXMNBTNm5I/AAAAAAAABOI/M-e3uuwYU00/s1600-h/DSC00149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqXMNBTNm5I/AAAAAAAABOI/M-e3uuwYU00/s400/DSC00149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378929854023310226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of the guayava fruit that I tried. Anthony loves our new camera and the pictures it takes.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqXPxIe-BfI/AAAAAAAABOY/uN64J8j-nVM/s1600-h/DSC00141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqXPxIe-BfI/AAAAAAAABOY/uN64J8j-nVM/s400/DSC00141.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378933772961842674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023837345060688437-4835038089000613719?l=monsivaismemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4835038089000613719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4023837345060688437&amp;postID=4835038089000613719&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/4835038089000613719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/4835038089000613719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/family-vacation-day-4.html' title='Family Vacation: Day 4'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17585526945884763246</uri><email>missy.and.me@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16329719392588306646'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqU8cah0HuI/AAAAAAAABNw/HlikjLXgwEM/s72-c/DSC00124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023837345060688437.post-3939157080711375355</id><published>2009-09-06T07:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:41:40.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Vacation: Day 2</title><content type='html'>We went over to Mike and Edith's new house in the morning (it is an old house, but they remodeled). Their house looks amazing! They put a lot of work into it and made it very beautiful.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqPRKMh3DuI/AAAAAAAABL4/xGf-lm-f8I0/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqPRKMh3DuI/AAAAAAAABL4/xGf-lm-f8I0/s400/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378372353102647010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?:"&lt;br /&gt;Then we all drove out to the L.A. County Fair. Anthony explained it by saying it was "Like Syracuse Heritage Days". When we got there I told him that he was right, if "Syracuse" were "Los Angeles" and "Heritage Days" were "County Fair". This thing was HUGE. The parking lot was like going to Disneyland. There was so much to do, we did not get to do it all.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqPSdxhK6yI/AAAAAAAABMA/GBuNs2FZWjg/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqPSdxhK6yI/AAAAAAAABMA/GBuNs2FZWjg/s400/DSC00037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378373788961008418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with another one of Anthony's cousins there, Harvey. Him and his wife Lorena lead the way around the fair.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqPTww3B_GI/AAAAAAAABMI/Dpl3V4ogYfA/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqPTww3B_GI/AAAAAAAABMI/Dpl3V4ogYfA/s400/DSC00055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378375214713404514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Zoe had to stick her hand in all if the fountains.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqPVHIgn-jI/AAAAAAAABMQ/RKsqVHod6eg/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqPVHIgn-jI/AAAAAAAABMQ/RKsqVHod6eg/s400/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378376698530626098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe's favorite part was the petting zoo. There were a ton of goats and sheep just running around eating food from the kid's hands. She was fearless and excited to have the animals come to her.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqPWg8dlMiI/AAAAAAAABMY/rQBM38GDrpk/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqPWg8dlMiI/AAAAAAAABMY/rQBM38GDrpk/s400/DSC00016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378378241484861986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqPMfWVLEBI/AAAAAAAABLw/j-EY04M59yk/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqPMfWVLEBI/AAAAAAAABLw/j-EY04M59yk/s400/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378367218952900626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam was so nervous about the animals. He had fun pretending to be one though.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqPLKq7ThEI/AAAAAAAABLo/_VuB1_yfl4o/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqPLKq7ThEI/AAAAAAAABLo/_VuB1_yfl4o/s400/DSC00020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378365764192666690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some fun fair food. We actually had a fried Twinkie. I have been wanting to try one of those for the longest time. Harvey's little one tried some ham too.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqPX8VUXbdI/AAAAAAAABMg/aXOXGJtyG34/s1600-h/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqPX8VUXbdI/AAAAAAAABMg/aXOXGJtyG34/s400/DSC00040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378379811525193170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam was having a really hard time with all of the heat and people and not being able to run free.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqPGxywwdII/AAAAAAAABLg/FlCY-eyezHQ/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqPGxywwdII/AAAAAAAABLg/FlCY-eyezHQ/s400/DSC00045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378360938752668802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then he did some shopping, and seemed to find exactly what he wanted.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqPEOO8G8xI/AAAAAAAABLY/U0jYEnGfTA8/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqPEOO8G8xI/AAAAAAAABLY/U0jYEnGfTA8/s400/DSC00049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378358128817926930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fair we went over to Little Letty's house for a BBQ. When we got there, there was a little pool out for the kids. Zoe did not have a suit so I, being the wild and carefree mother that I am, allowed Zoe to play in her clothes.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqPC1SJeciI/AAAAAAAABLQ/YL6xhVmRg4k/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqPC1SJeciI/AAAAAAAABLQ/YL6xhVmRg4k/s400/DSC00051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378356600670941730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back to Grandma's for dinner and she made Hawaiian haystacks. Mmmmm! What a great way to end a long day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023837345060688437-3939157080711375355?l=monsivaismemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3939157080711375355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4023837345060688437&amp;postID=3939157080711375355&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/3939157080711375355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/3939157080711375355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/family-vacation-day-2.html' title='Family Vacation: Day 2'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17585526945884763246</uri><email>missy.and.me@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16329719392588306646'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqPRKMh3DuI/AAAAAAAABL4/xGf-lm-f8I0/s72-c/DSC00033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023837345060688437.post-4223697997587745683</id><published>2009-09-06T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:38:35.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Vacation: Day 3</title><content type='html'>We started the morning with church. We went to sacrament with Grandma Meservy at 9. Then we hurried over to Ita's ward for her sacrament meeting at 11. Ita's was in a Spanish ward, so Zoe and I were a little lost. I acted like I knew what was going on, and I even got out the himnos book. I leaned toward Ita and said, "Here! I cannot read this." She smiled and replied, "Well, I cannot sing." We had the hardest time not laughing. Then we just sat there and looked at the book while everyone finished singing. Anthony had a great time seeing all of his family and friends in church.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to visit Benjamin's grave. The cemetery was massive, so it was a good thing Anthony remembered how to get there.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqSQDbMHNXI/AAAAAAAABMo/NdACVmSerC4/s1600-h/DSC00066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqSQDbMHNXI/AAAAAAAABMo/NdACVmSerC4/s400/DSC00066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378582243499783538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then drove out to see the L.A. temple. It was nice to go on a Sunday, because there were not a lot of people there.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqSTM4W7aSI/AAAAAAAABM4/nDLtFbDy6UY/s1600-h/DSC00112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqSTM4W7aSI/AAAAAAAABM4/nDLtFbDy6UY/s400/DSC00112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378585704483481890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqSRqXd1CeI/AAAAAAAABMw/IOS1ZXBGCUU/s1600-h/DSC00079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqSRqXd1CeI/AAAAAAAABMw/IOS1ZXBGCUU/s400/DSC00079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378584012026874338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe had to stick her hand in the fountain.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqSWexNsSDI/AAAAAAAABNI/h9Kzu4XiWCk/s1600-h/DSC00080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqSWexNsSDI/AAAAAAAABNI/h9Kzu4XiWCk/s400/DSC00080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378589310338222130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recreated some of Anthony's parent's wedding photos. This one is our favorite. We had one wedding guest (Sam), and our photographer (Zoe).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqSU1J0pzjI/AAAAAAAABNA/jG5bpyPHEX0/s1600-h/DSC00090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqSU1J0pzjI/AAAAAAAABNA/jG5bpyPHEX0/s400/DSC00090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378587495877955122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kids both enjoyed nature in their own special ways. Zoe picked flowers and strolled through all the gardens.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqSa5RRp6bI/AAAAAAAABNg/1Gjdis9NMEY/s1600-h/DSC00100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqSa5RRp6bI/AAAAAAAABNg/1Gjdis9NMEY/s400/DSC00100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378594163667888562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam plopped down in the rocks and laughed as he threw them at me. Boys and girls really are so different.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqScPGw3rbI/AAAAAAAABNo/1NSCsOWrl9E/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqScPGw3rbI/AAAAAAAABNo/1NSCsOWrl9E/s400/DSC00108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378595638314773938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe and Grandma played some fun games again while Anthony made Sunday dinner for everyone.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqSZeKT87QI/AAAAAAAABNY/QljZnosLBhE/s1600-h/DSC00117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqSZeKT87QI/AAAAAAAABNY/QljZnosLBhE/s400/DSC00117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378592598430379266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I made some chocolate dipped bananas for dessert. I had never had one and we all thought that they would be fun to try. Sam just sucked the chocolate off and made Anthony eat his banana.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqSYGdgcLcI/AAAAAAAABNQ/RaQYISMYmTQ/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqSYGdgcLcI/AAAAAAAABNQ/RaQYISMYmTQ/s400/DSC00119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378591091754544578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023837345060688437-4223697997587745683?l=monsivaismemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4223697997587745683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4023837345060688437&amp;postID=4223697997587745683&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/4223697997587745683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/4223697997587745683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/family-vacation-day-3.html' title='Family Vacation: Day 3'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17585526945884763246</uri><email>missy.and.me@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16329719392588306646'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqSQDbMHNXI/AAAAAAAABMo/NdACVmSerC4/s72-c/DSC00066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023837345060688437.post-8386698237993954960</id><published>2009-09-04T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:43:45.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Vacation: Day 1</title><content type='html'>Getting ready for a nine day family vacation is very difficult. I had so much to do, and Anthony was VERY busy with work and his new semester. So I had to finish packing the van and getting everyone ready while Anthony was in class. Sam sat in the bathroom screaming while I showered. He did not stop until I was actually out and attending to him. Then he did not want me to stop paying attention to him even for a second. Either I am a horrible mother, or he is a complete brat (or both), but he made me strap him to me the entire time that I did my hair. I tried setting him down at one point, and he started screaming again. I know that I should not give in, but sometimes I just want him to stop screaming.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqHgSsfk7mI/AAAAAAAABLI/1BOKld0NSwQ/s1600-h/DSC02512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqHgSsfk7mI/AAAAAAAABLI/1BOKld0NSwQ/s400/DSC02512.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377826041842953826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the house at 9pm and drove all night to get to California. Sam was screaming to get out of his carseat the entire way there. When we arrived we all took a short nap. Then Anthony reminisced about his childhood at Grandma Meservey's (that is where we are staying). We played games with the kids and had lots of fun. Zoe is awesome at Jenga.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqHfVeRPNkI/AAAAAAAABLA/nYirUMIOZto/s1600- &lt;br /&gt;h/DSC02515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqHfVeRPNkI/AAAAAAAABLA/nYirUMIOZto/s400/DSC02515.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377824990052693570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We made a visit to the .99 cents store and bought some fun stuff. Then we went over to Tio Chuy's for Ita's roast and Mexican bread.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of the day was all of the fun new things I learned about and tried. I ate my very first fig at Grandma's house. At Tio Chuy's house I had guayava juice, and I tried a guayava. I have no idea what it really is. I like the juice, but not the fruit. I tried a Mexican lemon (they are just little lemons). I ate raw sugar cane. I tried a quince (they taste like very sour green apples). I saw lots of other fruits in their yard, but some of them were not ripe yet. Hopefully I can try some of those before I leave. I also ate dried papaya. It was delicious! The kids played with the dog and cat tonight too. That was the first time Sam was brave enough to touch an animal.&lt;br /&gt;We are having lots of fun so far and are really excited for what else this week will bring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023837345060688437-8386698237993954960?l=monsivaismemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8386698237993954960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4023837345060688437&amp;postID=8386698237993954960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/8386698237993954960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/8386698237993954960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/family-vacation-day-1.html' title='Family Vacation: Day 1'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17585526945884763246</uri><email>missy.and.me@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16329719392588306646'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SqHgSsfk7mI/AAAAAAAABLI/1BOKld0NSwQ/s72-c/DSC02512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023837345060688437.post-7734168389652225545</id><published>2009-09-01T11:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:40:05.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ward Luau</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sp1phvG6KjI/AAAAAAAABKw/F7OFPvX5E2w/s1600-h/DSC02508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sp1phvG6KjI/AAAAAAAABKw/F7OFPvX5E2w/s400/DSC02508.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376569558452283954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our ward had a big luau last weekend. It was so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sp1qHndSbaI/AAAAAAAABK4/LUkTKWIebVk/s1600-h/DSC02507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sp1qHndSbaI/AAAAAAAABK4/LUkTKWIebVk/s400/DSC02507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376570209233694114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They roasted three pigs. We showed it to Zoe before she ate, and she still tried it. When she was getting some, there was a hoof hanging off the table and she asked what it was. We explained everything and she just went along with it. She really surprised me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023837345060688437-7734168389652225545?l=monsivaismemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7734168389652225545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4023837345060688437&amp;postID=7734168389652225545&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/7734168389652225545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/7734168389652225545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/ward-luau.html' title='Ward Luau'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17585526945884763246</uri><email>missy.and.me@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16329719392588306646'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sp1phvG6KjI/AAAAAAAABKw/F7OFPvX5E2w/s72-c/DSC02508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023837345060688437.post-1468038369186523278</id><published>2009-09-01T11:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:33:08.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DJ Sam</title><content type='html'>Sam loves to listen to music on Anthony's headphones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sp1oEjh8l6I/AAAAAAAABKo/FnWlklRMSuw/s1600-h/DSC02498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sp1oEjh8l6I/AAAAAAAABKo/FnWlklRMSuw/s400/DSC02498.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376567957616629666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sp1m9g_dTrI/AAAAAAAABKg/311JfeBnf0I/s1600-h/DSC02496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sp1m9g_dTrI/AAAAAAAABKg/311JfeBnf0I/s400/DSC02496.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376566737164390066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is talking on it like a phone. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sp1mLam1LmI/AAAAAAAABKY/mQ8Tlsi04uA/s1600-h/DSC02495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sp1mLam1LmI/AAAAAAAABKY/mQ8Tlsi04uA/s400/DSC02495.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376565876457025122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He likes to push the buttons like he is doing something important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sp1lkB5tO3I/AAAAAAAABKQ/atZ4rPYkD3I/s1600-h/DSC02494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sp1lkB5tO3I/AAAAAAAABKQ/atZ4rPYkD3I/s400/DSC02494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376565199810411378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023837345060688437-1468038369186523278?l=monsivaismemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1468038369186523278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4023837345060688437&amp;postID=1468038369186523278&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/1468038369186523278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/1468038369186523278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/dj-sam.html' title='DJ Sam'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17585526945884763246</uri><email>missy.and.me@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16329719392588306646'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sp1oEjh8l6I/AAAAAAAABKo/FnWlklRMSuw/s72-c/DSC02498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023837345060688437.post-7965645810062164071</id><published>2009-08-21T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T15:35:35.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Domestic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/So8gIxHoY1I/AAAAAAAABKA/HY1oG3ROW1k/s1600-h/DSC02480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/So8gIxHoY1I/AAAAAAAABKA/HY1oG3ROW1k/s400/DSC02480.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372548215472677714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spent almost an entire day sewing a table cloth for our kitchen table today. Just so everyone knows, it is very difficult to find a square table cloth. I insisted on getting a counter height table with eight chairs, so I guess it is my own fault.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/So8gxXwz4iI/AAAAAAAABKI/ONn-mBk-KYM/s1600-h/DSC02481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/So8gxXwz4iI/AAAAAAAABKI/ONn-mBk-KYM/s400/DSC02481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372548913040712226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/So8fmry797I/AAAAAAAABJ4/nkGnlpZoNnE/s1600-h/DSC02483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/So8fmry797I/AAAAAAAABJ4/nkGnlpZoNnE/s400/DSC02483.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372547629928150962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been starting to do more crafts and projects around the house lately. It probably has something to do with the fact that Sam is getting a little older and starting to leave me alone a little more during the day. I bought the supplies for this little bow holder at a craft store. I spent less than $2 for the entire project. The big pink daisy on top has a ribbon hanging on it and I have clipped all of Zoe's bows on the ribbon. Thank you again Shannon for the bows!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023837345060688437-7965645810062164071?l=monsivaismemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7965645810062164071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4023837345060688437&amp;postID=7965645810062164071&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/7965645810062164071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/7965645810062164071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/feeling-domestic.html' title='Feeling Domestic'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17585526945884763246</uri><email>missy.and.me@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16329719392588306646'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/So8gIxHoY1I/AAAAAAAABKA/HY1oG3ROW1k/s72-c/DSC02480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023837345060688437.post-8847154729078271748</id><published>2009-08-16T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T17:00:22.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Dog Eating Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rlLg26dlrjc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rlLg26dlrjc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023837345060688437-8847154729078271748?l=monsivaismemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8847154729078271748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4023837345060688437&amp;postID=8847154729078271748&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/8847154729078271748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/8847154729078271748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/hot-dog-eating-contest.html' title='Hot Dog Eating Contest'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17585526945884763246</uri><email>missy.and.me@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16329719392588306646'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023837345060688437.post-6325040650741365113</id><published>2009-08-16T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T14:31:12.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Annual Monsivais Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>Genevieve did a great job planning the first annual Monsivais family reunion. It began on Friday night with a "preach and pie". Dad gave a talk and everyone had some pie. The older siblings then attended a temple session at the Provo temple. Anthony and I were too late for all of this. We stayed the night at his parent's house. We started the morning out by having breakfast at Magleby's Fresh. They had all-you-can-eat french toast with the most awesome syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SohT743ZV7I/AAAAAAAABJo/mx7fdkaJcH4/s1600-h/DSC02423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SohT743ZV7I/AAAAAAAABJo/mx7fdkaJcH4/s400/DSC02423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370634843981436850" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we went to a gymnastic gym. We reserved it for an hour and a half. There were tons of fun things to do. It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SohTDbOmeoI/AAAAAAAABJg/acUezA8jVS4/s1600-h/DSC02438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SohTDbOmeoI/AAAAAAAABJg/acUezA8jVS4/s400/DSC02438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370633873953028738" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The three older kids got the hang of things really fast. They were a little hesitant at first, but then they had a blast and went wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SohSEgMa1dI/AAAAAAAABJY/6rgFspIJZKw/s1600-h/DSC02425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SohSEgMa1dI/AAAAAAAABJY/6rgFspIJZKw/s400/DSC02425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370632792954295762" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam loved jumping into the pit. He was happy as long as he was active. We were taking him off the swing rope and bouncing off of tramps into it. He was even willing to jump in on his own. As soon as he was in, he would hurry to get out so that he could jump in again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SohRHOqf79I/AAAAAAAABJQ/EMurDc3qUfk/s1600-h/DSC02453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SohRHOqf79I/AAAAAAAABJQ/EMurDc3qUfk/s400/DSC02453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370631740276600786" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anthony was so excited for the contest. His stomach had been a little off for a few days, but he was not going to forfeit the chance to participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SohPaS4C_YI/AAAAAAAABJI/qb1GYA2x5vY/s1600-h/DSC02463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SohPaS4C_YI/AAAAAAAABJI/qb1GYA2x5vY/s400/DSC02463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370629868801424770" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam won first place, finishing four hot dogs in 1 minute and 50 seconds. Hyrum came in second and Jacob came in third. This hot dog belt buckle will be the prize awarded each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SohOwZB5XSI/AAAAAAAABJA/gzxtVg-IaS4/s1600-h/DSC02467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SohOwZB5XSI/AAAAAAAABJA/gzxtVg-IaS4/s400/DSC02467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370629148898843938" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are all of the hot dog eating contest participants. Heidi was a great sport and made sure that all married families were properly represented (Dave had to work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SohNvsin6vI/AAAAAAAABI4/bnFJhuMasbI/s1600-h/DSC02470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SohNvsin6vI/AAAAAAAABI4/bnFJhuMasbI/s400/DSC02470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370628037444889330" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the battle of the sexes game (boys against girls), the boys won and 'took home' the trophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SohNPm-xFoI/AAAAAAAABIw/_B8iCpTIIqU/s1600-h/DSC02476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SohNPm-xFoI/AAAAAAAABIw/_B8iCpTIIqU/s400/DSC02476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370627486196504194" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam finished the evening with a nice slushy. He LOVES frozen drinks! I love to give them to him because he will sit with it in his mouth and continue to drink until his hands are frozen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023837345060688437-6325040650741365113?l=monsivaismemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6325040650741365113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4023837345060688437&amp;postID=6325040650741365113&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/6325040650741365113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/6325040650741365113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/genevieve-did-great-job-planning-first.html' title='First Annual Monsivais Family Reunion'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17585526945884763246</uri><email>missy.and.me@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16329719392588306646'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SohT743ZV7I/AAAAAAAABJo/mx7fdkaJcH4/s72-c/DSC02423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023837345060688437.post-2272725152995355128</id><published>2009-08-08T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T21:52:03.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to Begin.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNO2ZpYkYVI/Sn5SHN1QOGI/AAAAAAAACqE/bXFb2ahdX3k/s1600-h/DSC02386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNO2ZpYkYVI/Sn5SHN1QOGI/AAAAAAAACqE/bXFb2ahdX3k/s400/DSC02386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367818089797793890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to a carnival this morning (after all of the yard sales of course). There was a clown doing face paintings and balloon animals. Sam got a painting on his hand so he could see it, but he ate it off. They had bounce houses, a pinata, hamburgers, sno cones, and a raffle. I won a backpack, which I thought was a little lame. Anthony won an awesome dutch oven dish that you can use to cook dutch oven meals in the oven. I was so jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNO2ZpYkYVI/Sn5RIlZL-pI/AAAAAAAACp8/41w2rxrGu0E/s1600-h/DSC02387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNO2ZpYkYVI/Sn5RIlZL-pI/AAAAAAAACp8/41w2rxrGu0E/s400/DSC02387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367817013790767762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zoe was so proud of her face painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNO2ZpYkYVI/Sn5QfYlQKqI/AAAAAAAACp0/JYLZQBMNfDE/s1600-h/DSC02392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNO2ZpYkYVI/Sn5QfYlQKqI/AAAAAAAACp0/JYLZQBMNfDE/s400/DSC02392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367816305977076386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zoe's half-brother Seth is turning seven on the twelfth, so we took him to the dinosaur park to celebrate his birthday. I am so amazed at how the kids never get bored of the park. We have gone every weekend for the last three weeks and Zoe still gets excited when we say we are going. Seth had a lot of fun. He does great when he is with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNO2ZpYkYVI/Sn5OF9xat2I/AAAAAAAACpk/vtYVTaNiMsA/s1600-h/DSC02407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNO2ZpYkYVI/Sn5OF9xat2I/AAAAAAAACpk/vtYVTaNiMsA/s400/DSC02407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367813670260356962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seth spent the night of course, he loves to stay over here. Sam and Seth decided to play some Xbox before bringing the evening to a close. Sam sat so contentedly in Seth's lap and just watched him play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNO2ZpYkYVI/Sn5McmmZHlI/AAAAAAAACpU/prmUVNK29HA/s1600-h/DSC02404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNO2ZpYkYVI/Sn5McmmZHlI/AAAAAAAACpU/prmUVNK29HA/s400/DSC02404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367811860153835090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The biggest part of Saturday was my birthday present. It came rather early, but I guess Anthony was not able to hide it (I have no idea why, it is not like it was big). I do not know how to play the piano, but Anthony does and he has promised to teach me and the kids how to. I am really excited! He always gives me the best surprises. I fell in love with him after the first time I celebrated my birthday with him. He is always so thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNO2ZpYkYVI/Sn5I3fCopDI/AAAAAAAACpE/mQVHYtSlzBQ/s1600-h/DSC02359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tNO2ZpYkYVI/Sn5I3fCopDI/AAAAAAAACpE/mQVHYtSlzBQ/s400/DSC02359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367807923934766130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the zoo last Thursday. I just bought this new wagon for our zoo adventure. It has two seats in it, which makes it perfect for TWO kids to ride in. Zoe does not like to play by the rules however. She decided to sit between the two boys (the one on the right is from my daycare). She had her little map out and told me where to go. It was soooooo hard to pull three kids up those hills. It was evern harder to outrun the wagon when it was going downhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNO2ZpYkYVI/Sn5LI91lXPI/AAAAAAAACpM/h64HMInAwEM/s1600-h/DSC02377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNO2ZpYkYVI/Sn5LI91lXPI/AAAAAAAACpM/h64HMInAwEM/s400/DSC02377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367810423282556146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam was hilarious at the zoo. Everything was a really big deal. This is his face for such occasions. He would point and make this face and then start to growl. EVERYTHING at the zoo growls, even the birds. (Notice the necklace? He loves necklaces!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNO2ZpYkYVI/Sn5Gj2n0XhI/AAAAAAAACo0/BQy0m_F_4hM/s1600-h/DSC02333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tNO2ZpYkYVI/Sn5Gj2n0XhI/AAAAAAAACo0/BQy0m_F_4hM/s400/DSC02333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367805387644100114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anthony likes to unwind by playing a little Xbox 360. Sam uses an old Xbox controller and pretends to play with him. He is such a boy. Look at him just lounging in bed playing video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNO2ZpYkYVI/Sn5BQQARDWI/AAAAAAAACos/cY1sSi0HeUs/s1600-h/DSC02295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tNO2ZpYkYVI/Sn5BQQARDWI/AAAAAAAACos/cY1sSi0HeUs/s400/DSC02295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367799553302007138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a picture of Sam's first black eye. He is at the dinosaur park (last Saturday) posing with Anthony's favorite dinosaur. He loves to lift the kids up and put them in the mouth of the T-rex. Sam is usually pretty good about it and smiles while he does it. The black eye happened when Sam hugged his friend until they both fell off the bed (we have a platform bed so it was not a long fall). Sam's friend went straight down, but Sam caught his cheek on the nightstand.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNO2ZpYkYVI/Sn5HbyV5CyI/AAAAAAAACo8/WXdSnqOARug/s1600-h/DSC02318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNO2ZpYkYVI/Sn5HbyV5CyI/AAAAAAAACo8/WXdSnqOARug/s400/DSC02318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367806348567841570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Cave Zoe. She plays along so well. I told her to make a fat face and this is what I got. I love this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-409abbf9d492f813" 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.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAPCZD0ddCGBZjZs6HcCGJYeckvOwwp8aRfOs4tG7ryOkKiIWlOoc9sVMl2NpffNwy3YbUZJ1tBAQrydnU0Y6KMH_FJ5xHrCO7IjRxhStkyCLSiMTnulk5WCVzBttSctg6C9qmaJ6JWUFK-KnigwY3GMzpU5UewwbOVQghvlm8v0ht-BAW7Q1zv5Ik_VcecG-oAWruhjBqMjjrDSshe0dEj4JEC3JMte6-JuHzRSLeQQa%26sigh%3DMNsAjWLSw4kLB24etyOAFgLH9o0%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D409abbf9d492f813%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DV-YXDvWm2wgM8D9bRGSM9KSxfao&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAPCZD0ddCGBZjZs6HcCGJYeckvOwwp8aRfOs4tG7ryOkKiIWlOoc9sVMl2NpffNwy3YbUZJ1tBAQrydnU0Y6KMH_FJ5xHrCO7IjRxhStkyCLSiMTnulk5WCVzBttSctg6C9qmaJ6JWUFK-KnigwY3GMzpU5UewwbOVQghvlm8v0ht-BAW7Q1zv5Ik_VcecG-oAWruhjBqMjjrDSshe0dEj4JEC3JMte6-JuHzRSLeQQa%26sigh%3DMNsAjWLSw4kLB24etyOAFgLH9o0%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D409abbf9d492f813%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DV-YXDvWm2wgM8D9bRGSM9KSxfao&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;This is a video of Sam digging for bones at the dinosaur park. Him and Zoe get way into it and they love to do it every time we are there.  It is so fun to watch Sam dig. I could watch him for hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023837345060688437-2272725152995355128?l=monsivaismemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=409abbf9d492f813&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2272725152995355128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4023837345060688437&amp;postID=2272725152995355128&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/2272725152995355128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/2272725152995355128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-to-begin.html' title='Where to Begin.....'/><author><name>AM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04484654244276485258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05904296894408968387'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNO2ZpYkYVI/Sn5SHN1QOGI/AAAAAAAACqE/bXFb2ahdX3k/s72-c/DSC02386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023837345060688437.post-815672194911864764</id><published>2009-07-26T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:21:02.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmphLhng5jI/AAAAAAAABHQ/ewQnz3yxkM4/s1600-h/DSC02192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmphLhng5jI/AAAAAAAABHQ/ewQnz3yxkM4/s400/DSC02192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362205156968556082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Sam's first birthday this weekend (it was on the 17th).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony had Thursday off, so we started the fun right away. We went and took a tour of Mrs. Cavanaugh's chocolate factory. Anthony's sister Genevieve and her son Josh came with us. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmpdroTv6oI/AAAAAAAABGo/E4EB09o0XAs/s1600-h/DSC02136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmpdroTv6oI/AAAAAAAABGo/E4EB09o0XAs/s400/DSC02136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362201310474005122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the factory tour (it was a very small factory with a very small tour) we went to the Capital again. With Anthony working there, our kids are going to get great exposure to the Capital. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmpeT-dGeFI/AAAAAAAABGw/CabktExn4Fw/s1600-h/DSC02165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmpeT-dGeFI/AAAAAAAABGw/CabktExn4Fw/s400/DSC02165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362202003613579346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday started very early. First, we took the kids to the dinosaur park. They had a ton of fun walking around and finding all of the dinosaurs in the park. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Smpe9QM3OjI/AAAAAAAABG4/d_J_nsUNcwQ/s1600-h/DSC02176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Smpe9QM3OjI/AAAAAAAABG4/d_J_nsUNcwQ/s400/DSC02176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362202712751946290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Smpgox08ZAI/AAAAAAAABHI/xGCkvACiWek/s1600-h/DSC02188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Smpgox08ZAI/AAAAAAAABHI/xGCkvACiWek/s400/DSC02188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362204560024429570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam was excited for his cake, but it does not show because I had to take the presents away and make him really mad. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmphqSBipwI/AAAAAAAABHY/edx-_CYyHVI/s1600-h/DSC02199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmphqSBipwI/AAAAAAAABHY/edx-_CYyHVI/s400/DSC02199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362205685358700290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so busy lately, so I did not make Sam's cake. I already feel like such a bad mom for celebrating late, so this was just like the guilt cherry on top. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmpfyGUrd1I/AAAAAAAABHA/iruXd4r-uAw/s1600-h/DSC02210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmpfyGUrd1I/AAAAAAAABHA/iruXd4r-uAw/s400/DSC02210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362203620633442130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam had a ton of fun with his Elmo cupcake. He was not using his hands at first because he was not sure about touching it. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmpiqjpfhiI/AAAAAAAABHg/qh-QFWGN9OM/s1600-h/DSC02217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmpiqjpfhiI/AAAAAAAABHg/qh-QFWGN9OM/s400/DSC02217.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362206789601297954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ate a bit, and then he started painting on his tray with the frosting. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmpjKXEVOOI/AAAAAAAABHo/UaH8mE_OvOo/s1600-h/DSC02219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmpjKXEVOOI/AAAAAAAABHo/UaH8mE_OvOo/s400/DSC02219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362207335980021986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went outside and did some fireworks. Carson was scared of all of them. He did not want to hold the sparklers and he covered his ears when we did the loud ones. Sam and Zoe were little pyromaniacs and could not get enough. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sm3tMblyJfI/AAAAAAAABHw/qr4gjfgs1gY/s1600-h/DSC02247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sm3tMblyJfI/AAAAAAAABHw/qr4gjfgs1gY/s400/DSC02247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363203529088574962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the a family reunion (for Anthony's Mom's side) on Saturday. It was at a park in Salt Lake. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sm3vmQMna4I/AAAAAAAABII/0fGVJ9G6pAw/s1600-h/DSC02271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sm3vmQMna4I/AAAAAAAABII/0fGVJ9G6pAw/s400/DSC02271.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363206171730078594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made cotton candy for everyone. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sm3u_zsye1I/AAAAAAAABIA/gizxYf6cW5w/s1600-h/DSC02272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sm3u_zsye1I/AAAAAAAABIA/gizxYf6cW5w/s400/DSC02272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363205511245364050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam is learning the art of cotton candy very early. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sm3ucuYD1iI/AAAAAAAABH4/aP6k5gcvEDU/s1600-h/DSC02277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sm3ucuYD1iI/AAAAAAAABH4/aP6k5gcvEDU/s400/DSC02277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363204908520822306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023837345060688437-815672194911864764?l=monsivaismemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/feeds/815672194911864764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4023837345060688437&amp;postID=815672194911864764&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/815672194911864764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/815672194911864764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-sam.html' title='Happy Birthday Sam!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17585526945884763246</uri><email>missy.and.me@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16329719392588306646'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmphLhng5jI/AAAAAAAABHQ/ewQnz3yxkM4/s72-c/DSC02192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023837345060688437.post-6897815816407807449</id><published>2009-07-20T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T18:57:31.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Weekend</title><content type='html'>Dave and Heidi were married on July 11th at the Timpanogos Temple. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmUaf2r21FI/AAAAAAAABFg/OSSvlYStluQ/s1600-h/DSC02085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmUaf2r21FI/AAAAAAAABFg/OSSvlYStluQ/s400/DSC02085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360720066012173394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We were up at 6am and did not get home until after 8pm, so it made for a very long day. It was more than worth it though. We are so happy for Dave and Heidi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the kids looking so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmUZOPQh-II/AAAAAAAABFY/-1sTX6xetkM/s1600-h/DSC02064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmUZOPQh-II/AAAAAAAABFY/-1sTX6xetkM/s400/DSC02064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360718663859173506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the kids looking um....... Well not so.....you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmUbRIxJ2PI/AAAAAAAABFo/lTjI9TbaQg0/s1600-h/DSC02071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmUbRIxJ2PI/AAAAAAAABFo/lTjI9TbaQg0/s400/DSC02071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360720912679819506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmUcIOkxT4I/AAAAAAAABFw/KQC3lzJnCiI/s1600-h/DSC02077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmUcIOkxT4I/AAAAAAAABFw/KQC3lzJnCiI/s400/DSC02077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360721859131297666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmUcqheYEqI/AAAAAAAABF4/eezbVBkhDHI/s1600-h/DSC02079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmUcqheYEqI/AAAAAAAABF4/eezbVBkhDHI/s400/DSC02079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360722448320303778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmUd1e9G-mI/AAAAAAAABGA/TVEYnORZEXU/s1600-h/DSC02098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmUd1e9G-mI/AAAAAAAABGA/TVEYnORZEXU/s400/DSC02098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360723736134089314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam loves to give hugs. Carson is his favorite person to hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmUe9gfQqxI/AAAAAAAABGQ/RxBFvuRh5aA/s1600-h/DSC02096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmUe9gfQqxI/AAAAAAAABGQ/RxBFvuRh5aA/s400/DSC02096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360724973496347410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always starts to hug and it gets all of the kids going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmUfxQpkeAI/AAAAAAAABGY/wEpE6HUPoCU/s1600-h/DSC02091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmUfxQpkeAI/AAAAAAAABGY/wEpE6HUPoCU/s400/DSC02091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360725862597818370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam liked his tie, but he loved the girls bows even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmUeZeS1h_I/AAAAAAAABGI/RGO6b4-jPH8/s1600-h/DSC02108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmUeZeS1h_I/AAAAAAAABGI/RGO6b4-jPH8/s400/DSC02108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360724354432075762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023837345060688437-6897815816407807449?l=monsivaismemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6897815816407807449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4023837345060688437&amp;postID=6897815816407807449&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/6897815816407807449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/6897815816407807449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/wedding-weekend.html' title='Wedding Weekend'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17585526945884763246</uri><email>missy.and.me@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16329719392588306646'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SmUaf2r21FI/AAAAAAAABFg/OSSvlYStluQ/s72-c/DSC02085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023837345060688437.post-1017729434660089195</id><published>2009-07-08T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T12:29:28.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silly Ways of Zoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SlTuuFmWFRI/AAAAAAAABFQ/qCj6hqtKFWo/s1600-h/DSC01671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SlTuuFmWFRI/AAAAAAAABFQ/qCj6hqtKFWo/s400/DSC01671.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356168332394763538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love Zoe so much! She has always given us a lot of good laughs. We just wanted to share some of our funnest memories of her and some of the things she is still doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translations (Zoe to English):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Efalint&lt;/span&gt; = Elephant&lt;br /&gt;belax = relax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bemember&lt;/span&gt; = remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;assmorning&lt;/span&gt; = this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;last day&lt;/span&gt; = the other day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;qwount&lt;/span&gt; = count&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bisgusting&lt;/span&gt; = disgusting &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Anfernee&lt;/span&gt; = Anthony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Peter Potter&lt;/span&gt; = Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Biona and Dohnkey&lt;/span&gt; = Fiona and Donkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;D..D..D..Dora&lt;/span&gt; = Dora the Explorer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;shwimp and cwab&lt;/span&gt; = shrimp and crab (Zoe's favorites)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gordita and Gordito&lt;/span&gt; = Ita and Ito (AkA Anthony's parents)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Just nothing&lt;/span&gt;  = Zoe's response to, "What are you doing?" (When she is up to no good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I just want something&lt;/span&gt; = Zoe wants something to eat, but is not sure what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I don't want anything (with one hand covering her bottom)&lt;/span&gt; = Zoe's response when she knows she is in trouble and does not want a spanking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Zoe is done with her dinner she will say, "I am full and I don't want any dessert." This is because every time she said she was full, Anthony would ask if she wanted ice cream and she would yell, "Yes!" She finally caught on that she would not really get ice cream unless all her dinner was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day she did not want to finish putting her laundry away and she needed an excuse. She decided that she would tell me that she was, "out of muscles" and that she could no longer work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there was snow on the ground Zoe was always sneaking some to eat. I would tell her not to every time. One day I was putting her in her carseat and she was chewing. I said, "Are you eating snow?" She replied with a look of disgust , "And sand!" as she chewed the dirt. She has since decided that it is not good to eat snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home from California once, right after celebrating her third birthday, Zoe had to go potty really bad (#2). There were not rest stops coming up and she was three, so we had to pull over. I helped her go potty and then explained that this was only something we did in an emergency. She was baffled by the term, and started looking around. She saw some garbage on the hillside and decided that she did not know what it was called. Then she pointed to the garbage and said, "Look Mom, an emergency."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023837345060688437-1017729434660089195?l=monsivaismemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1017729434660089195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4023837345060688437&amp;postID=1017729434660089195&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/1017729434660089195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/1017729434660089195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/silly-ways-of-zoe.html' title='The Silly Ways of Zoe'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17585526945884763246</uri><email>missy.and.me@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16329719392588306646'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SlTuuFmWFRI/AAAAAAAABFQ/qCj6hqtKFWo/s72-c/DSC01671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023837345060688437.post-4464637236862858931</id><published>2009-07-07T19:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:40:15.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheating Post</title><content type='html'>I had a great Fourth of July weekend. So many things happened. Anthony and I sell cotton candy at the parks during the summer. Leah and Josh came up to help us. Leah made a great post on her blog. It was so great that I decided to just post a link to hers. She captured our kids very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://monsivaisfamilyupdates.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july-weekend.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023837345060688437-4464637236862858931?l=monsivaismemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4464637236862858931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4023837345060688437&amp;postID=4464637236862858931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/4464637236862858931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/4464637236862858931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/cheating-post.html' title='Cheating Post'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17585526945884763246</uri><email>missy.and.me@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16329719392588306646'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023837345060688437.post-5975445298268088697</id><published>2009-06-29T12:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:28:51.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My kids can clean!</title><content type='html'>Here are some fun examples of how well my kids clean. I am starting their training early. This is why we have kids, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SkkSmRtBNSI/AAAAAAAABBA/SoJqcEo6kYU/s1600-h/DSC02021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SkkSmRtBNSI/AAAAAAAABBA/SoJqcEo6kYU/s400/DSC02021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352830080903099682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zoe was slacking in her chores a couple of weeks ago. We told her she could clean her room or lose her toys. She opted for the second choice. Anthony (He always has to do the mean part, I just can't) went into her room with a garbage bag and filled it up with Barbies, Polly Pockets, and My Little Ponies. After a couple of weeks without her toys, she cracked. When I brought the HUGE garbage bag of toys up to her for her to start unloading, I realized just how many toys she really has. This was not even everything, it was filled with all the little stuff. The horse corral and carriage, the cars, the storage bins of Barbies, the pony castle, and more were all still out. We have got to stop spoiling her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SkkTcO6HQ6I/AAAAAAAABBI/SJPT7zHj_04/s1600-h/DSC02032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SkkTcO6HQ6I/AAAAAAAABBI/SJPT7zHj_04/s400/DSC02032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352831007865652130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a tragic yet adorable picture of Sam being a boy. He was playing the other day and hurt his mouth. We did not even notice until he started walking toward us with blood dripping from his mouth. He wanted to be a big boy and clean it on his own so Anthony just gave him a wipe. He was laughing and smiling the entire time. He is 100% boy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SkkUSUJbcJI/AAAAAAAABBQ/xu-T5_gV-jk/s1600-h/DSC02039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SkkUSUJbcJI/AAAAAAAABBQ/xu-T5_gV-jk/s400/DSC02039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352831936985002130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Sam helping me clean the fridge. Usually he follows me around and shuts everything that I open. This was the first time he allowed me to keep the fridge open. He caught on very fast as to how it was done. He started grabbing bottles from the door and putting them all around the kitchen floor. Then he would get them and put them back in the fridge in different places. When we were done with the bottom half, he started standing in the fridge and telling me very elaborate stories. He was yelling and getting way into it. I did not find the remote to our DVD player in the fridge. This means I will have to keep cleaning for now. I am starting to believe that he really did throw it in the garbage. If he did, it would just be further proof of how good he is at cleaning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023837345060688437-5975445298268088697?l=monsivaismemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5975445298268088697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4023837345060688437&amp;postID=5975445298268088697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/5975445298268088697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/5975445298268088697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-kids-can-clean.html' title='My kids can clean!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17585526945884763246</uri><email>missy.and.me@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16329719392588306646'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SkkSmRtBNSI/AAAAAAAABBA/SoJqcEo6kYU/s72-c/DSC02021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023837345060688437.post-4572294666265975013</id><published>2009-06-27T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T10:38:29.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suckers + Cheerleaders + Sam = Pure Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SkZW8u_wAsI/AAAAAAAABA4/W6c9-0dk8rM/s1600-h/CIMG4051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SkZW8u_wAsI/AAAAAAAABA4/W6c9-0dk8rM/s400/CIMG4051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352060808583971522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took Sam to his first parade today. He was concerned in the beginning with all of the sirens. Then people started throwing candy. He was helping Zoe pick it up and put it in the bag.... until.... he found a SUCKER! Sam loves suckers! He would take a piece to the bag and put it in, but he kept grabbing a sucker when he was in there. We, being the spoiling parents that we are, gave him one. Then he saw the cheerleaders. We just found out today that Sam loves cheerleaders. He would stop and stare at them in a trance, then as if they were hypnotizing him, he would just walk toward them. The combination of music, dancing, and pretty girls was too much for him to resist. He had an advantage over the girls, because they all thought he was soooo cute. I love this picture of him with some of the Syracuse High School cheerleaders. He is already a ladies man, we are in for some serious trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023837345060688437-4572294666265975013?l=monsivaismemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4572294666265975013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4023837345060688437&amp;postID=4572294666265975013&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/4572294666265975013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/4572294666265975013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/suckers-cheerleaders-sam-pure-happiness.html' title='Suckers + Cheerleaders + Sam = Pure Happiness'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17585526945884763246</uri><email>missy.and.me@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16329719392588306646'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/SkZW8u_wAsI/AAAAAAAABA4/W6c9-0dk8rM/s72-c/CIMG4051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4023837345060688437.post-1780825709021947486</id><published>2009-06-21T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:20:31.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot has happened!</title><content type='html'>Happy Father's Day Anthony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sj5mDczTfWI/AAAAAAAABAw/efhxqVQ48f0/s1600-h/DSC01905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sj5mDczTfWI/AAAAAAAABAw/efhxqVQ48f0/s320/DSC01905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349825616819748194" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love Anthony so much. The kids all love him just as much. He is a terrific husband and a wonderful father. I love watching him play with the kids. He gets on their level and has so much fun with them. Our children are very blessed to have such a great father in their lives. He is always growing and learning. He wants to do the best possible job and makes sure that he is on the right path. I decided to give Anthony nine days of Father's Day this year. I started last Saturday and gave him a gift every day. I think he has enjoyed it. I love him very much! Thanks for being my babies' daddy Anthony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sj5eTBf3xtI/AAAAAAAABAY/DX8XkrHXc3I/s1600-h/5280_BOUNTIFULUT_hr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sj5eTBf3xtI/AAAAAAAABAY/DX8XkrHXc3I/s400/5280_BOUNTIFULUT_hr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349817088275367634" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my endowments at the Bountiful Temple yesterday. I definitely had some forces working against me that day. Sam has never been cared for by anyone other than me or Anthony, so I was leaving him for the first time ever. That is a big deal, I cried when Zoe was four-years-old and Anthony planned a surprise sleepover for her so we could go out on a date. I left him with Kaytlyn and Maria (two of Anthony's sisters). I was not concerned with their abilities, I was more concerned with Sam's fever of nearly 103 degrees. I spent so much time hugging him before I was able to leave, that I forgot my entire bag of Temple clothes. We got there and I realized, so I had a total meltdown and decided that I did not want to go any longer. Anthony went and found out that I could buy garments there and just rent my clothes. So I got out of the car and arrived thirty minutes late to my appointment. There were a few other factors working against me also, but I will not go into full detail on all of the embarrassing facts. Anthony and I are planning to get sealed in the San Diego Temple in September. Everyone is invited! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sj5b73sbgXI/AAAAAAAABAI/2VlB4Ec-qW8/s1600-h/DSC01994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sj5b73sbgXI/AAAAAAAABAI/2VlB4Ec-qW8/s400/DSC01994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349814491483439474" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zoe finished her very own 200 piece puzzle! She has been doing 100 piece puzzles entirely on her own for about four months now. She is always willing to help us with our 1,000 piece puzzles, but she can get a little frustrated. We bought her a "last unicorn" (all unicorns are the last unicorn according to Zoe) puzzle to do on her own. She tried a couple times before putting true effort into finishing it entirely, but she did it! Now she asks to do it every couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sj5e9RVfYrI/AAAAAAAABAg/3iN_ekgfAC4/s1600-h/DSC02011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sj5e9RVfYrI/AAAAAAAABAg/3iN_ekgfAC4/s400/DSC02011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349817814081299122" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys are now going to be spending the night at our house on the weekends. They have been too little to both come in the past. Now that they are a little older we are going to have them stay the night. Anthony bought all the kids new pajamas to kick off their first weekend at Dad's. The boys both have capes on the back of their pajamas, so I am sure you can imagine how wild things have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sj5hdzbiwAI/AAAAAAAABAo/Iw3vxHDsg0A/s1600-h/Shannon+and+Matt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sj5hdzbiwAI/AAAAAAAABAo/Iw3vxHDsg0A/s320/Shannon+and+Matt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349820572012560386" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anthony's cousin, Shannon, has started making hair bows. I read about this on her blog. She has two boys and a third on the way, so I commented that she should send some of those bows my way. Within a week she had mailed me a package full of brand new handmade bows for Zoe. Shannon is an amazing woman. She is always doing the nicest things for us. I have never even met her! She mailed me a ton of brand new clothes for Sam when I was pregnant with him. She always mails me things. She is hilarious, if I leave her a voicemail message she will return my message with a mailed (handmade) card. I love her ways! Thank you for being so wonderful Shannon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a0fb9507d1c9f766" 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.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAP0YN7YpWvFNWPjMMOzGjlWE51OJ9GI6Jh5-Len3VGry5KrqplpfPodJ3spbWz_NOlNjIlhQHncyE7QgRd1Y_wwMft43G7wLc5KWp51ZtkTc5yOGvR-_XE6vyGd3SolL0RrELKVjJLtrnBlVNUet3gPSAAYGTo9tH8d29w0uMXg7H2Dwpu3hTmE8Th8on_gSFDONhRS-zmkg6WlK8aOHfp4Q52bjsZYXGoXWl0B_mIh3%26sigh%3Dye1Vi655b0BnjbA5dUpgSdKcJBI%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da0fb9507d1c9f766%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3Drfy9XV31O1WuIv7DPajzEPj34fo&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAP0YN7YpWvFNWPjMMOzGjlWE51OJ9GI6Jh5-Len3VGry5KrqplpfPodJ3spbWz_NOlNjIlhQHncyE7QgRd1Y_wwMft43G7wLc5KWp51ZtkTc5yOGvR-_XE6vyGd3SolL0RrELKVjJLtrnBlVNUet3gPSAAYGTo9tH8d29w0uMXg7H2Dwpu3hTmE8Th8on_gSFDONhRS-zmkg6WlK8aOHfp4Q52bjsZYXGoXWl0B_mIh3%26sigh%3Dye1Vi655b0BnjbA5dUpgSdKcJBI%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da0fb9507d1c9f766%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3Drfy9XV31O1WuIv7DPajzEPj34fo&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; This is a video of Zoe doing her Bella Dancerella dance instruction video. She gets so into it. All of the daycare kids just sit and watch her and are not sure what to do. &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7b318dddc772cb2" 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.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DpgAAAHfApvOOOB_WlESfHfM9b03XDof8sgOO_IDtatzgeL5kwXOTmgEVM6pmQY4zPZvn60Z25A5r55PpptaGXbVZChbTYwRcv9_dERT_WtkVRrPi1i77y6-tfB3zZyO-MtCdurkT7JmAMLKhkgoIJymW3FdmPVAeem3Lw3TzAz48tRd7lB66pq1hqD8H499PcmEphmdrzh6-UeOa_tSi4z5dWrqiKoXFNz59UnZ21UGQN0QX%26sigh%3DsxkBr0PMDz7oCq1AiA7zuBUV9qg%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7b318dddc772cb2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DxtMJ8PIUwTS6eOr4GiuoeqyR3c4&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DpgAAAHfApvOOOB_WlESfHfM9b03XDof8sgOO_IDtatzgeL5kwXOTmgEVM6pmQY4zPZvn60Z25A5r55PpptaGXbVZChbTYwRcv9_dERT_WtkVRrPi1i77y6-tfB3zZyO-MtCdurkT7JmAMLKhkgoIJymW3FdmPVAeem3Lw3TzAz48tRd7lB66pq1hqD8H499PcmEphmdrzh6-UeOa_tSi4z5dWrqiKoXFNz59UnZ21UGQN0QX%26sigh%3DsxkBr0PMDz7oCq1AiA7zuBUV9qg%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7b318dddc772cb2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DxtMJ8PIUwTS6eOr4GiuoeqyR3c4&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; This is her singing the Bella Dancerella theme song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4023837345060688437-1780825709021947486?l=monsivaismemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7b318dddc772cb2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a0fb9507d1c9f766&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1780825709021947486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4023837345060688437&amp;postID=1780825709021947486&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/1780825709021947486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4023837345060688437/posts/default/1780825709021947486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monsivaismemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/lot-has-happened.html' title='A lot has happened!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17585526945884763246</uri><email>missy.and.me@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16329719392588306646'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifCrfaNn6X4/Sj5mDczTfWI/AAAAAAAABAw/efhxqVQ48f0/s72-c/DSC01905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry></feed>