<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997</id><updated>2012-02-05T21:59:26.912-08:00</updated><category term='hollywood'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='day tripper'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='vacation prep'/><category term='babysitting'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='crush time'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Nordstrom'/><category term='thanks to our service men and women'/><category term='michael jackson'/><category term='at home almost  Christmas'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='rainfall'/><category term='family history'/><category term='FHE'/><category term='grandma&apos;s pictures'/><category term='fun times'/><category term='Conan O&apos;Brien'/><category term='just blogging...'/><category term='headache central'/><category term='American Idol'/><title type='text'>The Adventures of SuperMama</title><subtitle type='html'>The fun adventures of my life as a mom disguised as a Superhero!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-8952826125673718336</id><published>2011-10-02T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T17:45:45.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I needed this weekend!</title><content type='html'>Who doesn't love conference weekend? Not for the obvious reason of staying home and not having to deal with wardrobe changes, nap times and sunbeams not wanting to sit down; but it's awesome to be able to sit at the feet of the prophets and hear their carefully thought out words and moving music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching conference with my family and especially love that I can record the sessions so I can go back and listen anytime I want. I was especially excited for Saturday afternoon when I saw they had a special program about the MTC. Awww the MTC. The Missionary Training Center in Provo Utah. This hallowed place that is the starting ground for so many missionaries. Including my parents, my husband, and countless men and women I have grown to love over the years. I have dreamed about one day seeing that place, but I knew it my heart it would not be through a mission of my own. Although many people encouraged, belittled, and asked fervently during my nineteenth and twenty year of my life if I would fill out the paperwork(I even got one and practiced filling it out) I just somehow knew my mission would be else where in life. I know that the MTC has a spirit that can probably only be match in say the Holy Temples of the Lord or maybe the Church Administration offices but the MTC just wasn't for me at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JjxctZIoBDY/TokFVSuvDII/AAAAAAAACG8/-yI-rcDXa7Y/s1600/mtc_entrance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JjxctZIoBDY/TokFVSuvDII/AAAAAAAACG8/-yI-rcDXa7Y/s320/mtc_entrance.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my precious son was born, and still trying to juggle the responsibilities of new motherhood I took some time in the hospital to daydream into the future. I saw him making choices that would help him down the path of righteousness and saw him conquering fears I am not afraid to admit to, which included serving a full time mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. As I smiled thinking of him with a handsome missionary tag on proclaiming his name and also that name of the church I started to cry, I started to weep really. The nurse thought I was just tired for having been in labor 26 hours and surviving a emergency C-Section but I couldn't admit my pain of the future. I swore then and there the only way he could even touch those mission papers is if I could some how see where he was going to be for a few weeks or up to 3 months(depending on the mission) at the MTC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to 3 o' clock Saturday(October 1st) afternoon. I was there watching about the Provo MTC. I saw the whole process of a new missionary saying goodbye to their parents for 18 months to up to two years. I saw mothers emotional but saying they knew this time would be important and well spent as their son or daughter would be in the care of the Lord. I wasn't weepy yet but I had a feeling watching this I might shed a few tears. The spirit of that hallowed place seemed to leave the tv screen and jump into my heart as I continue to watch the events of a new missionary getting used to such a big awesome place. Now, remember, I have two toddlers who got the gift of gab from their father and curious nature from me. My beautiful smart daughter looked at me and said ''Mama, can I go on a mission?'' With all the strength I don't have I honestly told her "Although I would be very sad and you would have to be a brave girl I want you to serve a mission." The tears tears that followed seemed to be the spirit talking to me saying that she would be taken care of if she did decided to serve a mission. Why wouldn't she be taken care of? She would be following in the pioneering footsteps of her maternal grandmother in serving the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow finished the program both eyes non red and watched as my daughter was glued the screen about this HUGE place. My mother was awesome answering questions and going on a trip down memory lane telling me what had changed since she had spent some time there 31 years ago. We did some quick math and realized that once our Elder came back our Sister missionary would shortly be leaving after that(ah the joys of having kids back to back). I quickly said out loud that my heart couldn't handle that. Which is true it would be tough, but I now know that if the Lord speaks to my children over the years and they feel that it's something right in their lives I would be sad but very proud to say I have TWO return missionaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mission in life wasn't to represent the church with an awesome black and white tag when I turned 21, which is okay. I was sealed at 22 and have had a big enough change and I'm sure more that enough time on my knees to qualify as a missionary. If anything motherhood puts me on my knees more than once a day and not just for picking up toys, cheerios or color crayons. I am not ashamed to say I need the angels on both sides of the veil to help me second to second. But I do know the Lord but that program on BYU tv for me. So my kids still have 16 and 17 years respectively to grow into their own characters and make the ultimate choice themselves I know that but I so needed to see that they would be okay, without having a hug and a kiss from me every night. Whew...if only someone could have told me all this in the temple right? We live and we learn and we love the Lord and somehow in his omnipotent wisdom he takes care of every single need. I'm making dinner so I'm outta here. Bye for now! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-8952826125673718336?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/8952826125673718336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=8952826125673718336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/8952826125673718336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/8952826125673718336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-needed-this-weekend.html' title='I needed this weekend!'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JjxctZIoBDY/TokFVSuvDII/AAAAAAAACG8/-yI-rcDXa7Y/s72-c/mtc_entrance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-7388973224751501955</id><published>2011-08-15T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T00:39:25.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have started and restarted this post a million times in the past few days. We had such a wild week, no wonder I have no taken the time to write down any craziness. We live in a great place. Very close to the water, I feel very blessed&amp;nbsp; we were able to find a great duplex for our family. We live behind a restaurant, so during the day the kids get to see several different people park around our house to enjoy the restaurant. This can be great to see and also a pain in the hind quarters when I'm trying to run errands. When I come home during the day I am lucky if my parking spot is still open. It's not that it's a pain cause I have to park somewhere else(hasn't happened yet) it's because the upstairs neighbor is a bit of an unofficial parking authority. It's a little rattling especially with this weeks events. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night, sleeping into Tuesday I had woken up for a quick second trying to get readjusted in bed when I heard the LOUDEST noise ever. I really wanted to go back to sleep(I have a hard time returning to sleep if I wake up suddenly) so I was trying my hardest to close my eyes and drift back to sleep. Something told me that the noise wasn't really a normal for the neighborhood. I knew that my hubby was up, so I walked out to the living room to find him gone. I heard him say as I was trying to sleep "I have to call you back(he was talking to his brother)". Suddenly he is walking back in the house asking for a few things and seems really focused on the events of outside. What I walked into shocked me awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a Subaru Outback on top of the fire hydrant behind the house. Yes, I said on top. The driver had knocked off the hydrant, and since it was a newer one, it wasn't spraying any water. There was a police officer out side that my husband was trying to give a description of the aftermath and the driver. I couldn't believe the scene. Some of the fencing was gone as well as some rocks and the hydrant! I could only provide a description of the loud noise but some other neighbors had talked to the officer who was on the scene.&amp;nbsp; As we were giving the information, I had the chance to see some deer walking by checking our the scene. The were very observant of the police, the car. The two deer just walked by slowly making their way up the street, probably thinking it's late for something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending to this crash is a sad one. The officer called the registered owner who had no idea that their car was not outside their house. I felt so bad, especially due to the early hour(3:30 am by this time) and they completely confused as to why a police officer was calling them about their car. Seems this kid had the keys to the car, got spooked by something, an animal maybe and swerved to avoid hitting the animal. I saw a cat limping when I first walked outside, so that logic was no smart since it was so late and now there was a hit and run. Totally not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning was when the water company was camped out on our street, pounding away making room for a new hydrant. I saw the fire department, and ran the kids outside but it was wrong timing so we never were able to talk to the fire fighters(it was two women driving that big truck, rock on). $10,000 later for the city, and them doing a temporary fix(the paint job and some cosmetic work to the sidewalk is next) the crew was done around 5 or so.&amp;nbsp; Which leads to the next event....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday afternoon it was nap time. I was taking some nice me time(lying on the couch when I saw a police officer in the tight parking lot in front of the house. I was curious so I opened the door. He reported to me that someone who drives a white car(our car is white) had a verbal disagreement with a patron of the restaurant. I told him we stay indoors if we are home(kids are learning street rules still) and that we don't talk to the customers much. We've been here a month so if the neighbors get visitors it's hard to tell the difference between them and customers. So, he told me the customer said there was an argument and that he(the customer) came back to his car and noticed dents over the body of the car. WHAT????!!!! Where was I? And what day did this happen? Remember the "parking authority?" Now, I'm not blaming him cause I don't know what happened but, damage to someone's car just is not a smart move. I talk to the officer for maybe two minutes but was at a loss of who would or could do that to a car. 1st that's some quick detective work if you can figure out the car and did the bat(or whatever was used) have a&amp;nbsp; silencer on it? Cause remember I heard the hydrant, I'm sure I'd hear a car being remolded. Saturday the same police officer was back since the upstairs neighbor was back(he drives a white car as well) and he was doing some more for his investigation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on pins and needles as to what will happen next and if we will see more police action.....not. I just want it quiet when it's nap time and time for bed. That's all. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-7388973224751501955?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/7388973224751501955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=7388973224751501955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/7388973224751501955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/7388973224751501955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-have-started-and-restarted-this-post.html' title=''/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-7556188125094696443</id><published>2011-07-21T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T14:04:26.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making a house a home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm never sure which word to use. Home or house. When saying you moved,  it's your new "house" but when you're home you're "home". Since we have  moved I've had the inspiration to do a few paintings for the mutual  toddler bedroom and the new playroom we will be creating. I even got the  little adults in the act on Sunday and we had an early FHE on what  makes our new place ours by adding art and things that help remind us of  our family. I'm no artist by any means, which makes me feel a little  better since the kiddos won't be using the rules of art to show me my  mistakes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8H4qcrOEZbY/TidseKZ3hGI/AAAAAAAACFE/c_WjM62LqG4/s1600/IMG_20110720_165629.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8H4qcrOEZbY/TidseKZ3hGI/AAAAAAAACFE/c_WjM62LqG4/s320/IMG_20110720_165629.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-suC0HvQD-kY/Tidt3-hJnBI/AAAAAAAACFQ/ZgUuwRAJiPA/s1600/IMG_20110718_230948.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-suC0HvQD-kY/Tidt3-hJnBI/AAAAAAAACFQ/ZgUuwRAJiPA/s320/IMG_20110718_230948.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PYJ2JbTJDIg/TiKm1mKUyhI/AAAAAAAACEI/dm-ZoQ--rZo/s320/IMG_20110717_015802.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-7556188125094696443?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/7556188125094696443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=7556188125094696443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/7556188125094696443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/7556188125094696443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2011/07/making-house-home.html' title='Making a house a home'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8H4qcrOEZbY/TidseKZ3hGI/AAAAAAAACFE/c_WjM62LqG4/s72-c/IMG_20110720_165629.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-5019199339207684162</id><published>2011-07-08T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T15:50:49.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to say thanks</title><content type='html'>For the past two weeks I have been house sitting and moving at the same time. When I first looked at our family calendar and realize that we would be do so much, while house sitting I kept telling people I was crazy, but there has been so much good that house come out it. I've got the itch to create such a great place for my little family and excited for the schooling for my two little adults. The transition from our last ward to the new one, might be a problem for the princess but with love and kisses and meeting everyone that will be much better in time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing because of an intresting experience I had with a phone call this morning. While growing into adulthood in my late teens/early 20's I was introduced to a friend of my step father. He was was a total silver fox, a very knowledgable man and some how took me under his wing while helping to do various improvements to the house. I have always adored him and still think about him when I keep thinking when we get our house(or a place we can make adjustments) I would want him to come and help; which is something we talked about before I moved out and started my life. Well, our new place is ready for our family to make our stamp on it. I've been thinking for about a week about calling him. I just wanted some ideas about how to make correct adjustments in the place we're renting. I was able to get his current number today and I gave him a call. What happened for the next 20 minutes....was a conversation I didn't expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He explained to me what happened to him over the last few years(probably 5 I'm guessing since I talked to him a few months before hubby and I were married). It was a tale, too sad for me to repeate without permission but I will say I was expecting him to be so excited to come and see me. Foolishness on my part to think I'm the only who's had life give me a wild&amp;nbsp;deck of cards. He is not in a place to come and see me but I can't tell you how giddy and girly I was when he called me all the cute endearments he used to call me. I won't shrink to say that I really thought that he was going to come over and help with the house but he's just not able to do it right now. Maybe I will see him someday again. While I was on the phone I just kept thinking to my self "my life is crazy but thank goodness I have a place to fall and give my troubles to the Lord". I won't say that my life is perfect, but it's perfect for me. I know my kiddos have energy times a million but I pride my self on making sure they know how to pray and can say the name of Jesus Christ respectfully. I know we don't know what's happening tomorrow but I know that as long as I can make dinner and have my family be happy I have everything I need. So I'm just grateful that I have what I want and what I need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-5019199339207684162?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/5019199339207684162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=5019199339207684162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/5019199339207684162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/5019199339207684162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-need-to-say-thanks.html' title='I need to say thanks'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-4945177996764133326</id><published>2011-06-16T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:42:19.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YZ759pDChrg?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of my summer is going to be soooooo busy. This is my theme song for right now. I don't even have time to think. I will give details next week. And no I'm not having a baby....although that would be fun. I do&amp;nbsp; have two helpers, but I want to loose the pregnancy weight not keep it! :) Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-4945177996764133326?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/4945177996764133326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=4945177996764133326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/4945177996764133326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/4945177996764133326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2011/06/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YZ759pDChrg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-1607766529931082309</id><published>2011-05-31T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T14:14:57.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>When I was younger, I remember my friends were everything. Not because I was looking towards them to be my moral compass, or to get that needed reassurance we need going through the different stages of life, I just longed for a best friend or BFF these days. Most of the friends I knew, all had a best friend. The one I thought I had in high school seemed to be "smoke" in mirrors for me because she never invited me to do things with her outside of talking to each other at school(during the year my mom got divorced and we lived with my aunt I stayed at this friend's house until Mom picked me up. An un official arrangement after school) That last about 6 months or so until we got our own house(down the street I might add) but she rarely talked to me then as well. I remember wanting to do some many things with her, I even took her to a few youth dances where I'm hoping to this day she had a good time, but I'm not really sure since we didn't really talk about it then. I still remember her birthday like clockwork cause I always made sure I gave her something special. She gave me a glass once. Which I cherished like gold. I had it on the ironing board one night while I was doing something and in my haste to get ready for Seminary the next morning I bumped it off. I totally lost my mind, looking back on the situation. I was rude to my mom while crying in a stupor over this broken glass. I was sobbing like a baby over this glass broken on the floor while all too loudly telling my mom something. Ahh, my poor mother dealing with a hormonal child. But we made due and I dealt with the sting of not having my BFF the rest of high school. I saw her a few years later, when her dad was dating my aunt and that was like #2 on my list of most awkward experiences in my life. Here I was, ready to exchange phone numbers with her and catch up on old times(this was after my mom was remarried, I was so needing something from my past) and all this girl could do was to act 5 and barely speak to me. I later found out a few weeks following that "reunion" that she was hanging with my younger cousin(her younger brother had a crush on my cousin) and they are still friends today. Which is fine I just had more of a blow since I expected her to at least talk to me when we reconnected that meeting so long ago. This friend of mine has since graduated from a HBCU(Historically Black College and University)started working in social services and became a massage therapist. She owns her own condo and is on her to being an independent woman of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give this long example(sorry) to give a background about me. Ever since I could remember I valued friendship. I don't know what it is, but I just love that there is someone who knows you and understands you when the world doesn't and will come to your aid whenever you need and the feelings are hopefully mutual. I have gone through life, wanting that deep connection with someone outside of my family and I must say I'm still searching for it. Thank God for our church and the many cherished relationships I've been able to foster over the years. So many families have taken me in as their own and it makes me so very happy and eternally grateful. Those families feel like family, not just friends. Which is amazing to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been in our current ward almost a year and a half now and I feel so blessed about this ward. Recently, I've felt a strange bitter sweetness coming over me at church. There are so changes for my small family that have come and will come in the next few months. We are considering leaving, there's family vacations and a career change for my husband. So a lot on my mind as I go to bed every night. I must say while I've been married, I've never felt so comfortable in my ward. I just can't tell you how excited my kids are to go to church and to learn more about the gospel and it makes me soooo happy. But with us considering moving again, I am sad for leaving what I consider comfortable. I've made some really good friends, someone I thought was a best friend, but once again the cycle is starting so I'm starting to back off a little to give that sister some space. I was going to write what I thought was maybe changes in her that made things awkward but maybe she just needs time with something she's going through. So I just hope our last weeks here are awesome and that I just have a ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit we're in the ward with the Stake President, which is so a mixed bag. I have religious envy watching his family. Everyone is polite, beautiful, talented and charming. They all sing, and everyone plays an instrument. I mean their return missionary daughter(who is so beautiful it makes my head hurt) plays cello. I am so glad I missed sacrament meeting Sunday when she played her solo. I am already crying I don't have my own cello. But this family is beyond amazing I wish I had the words. And yet they asked me to play a piano solo in church, with the wealth of talent in this family(and the rest of the ward I might add). I'm still thinking of an excuse to use....and then I remember. I have a bishop and a stake president to report too....think it's time to start attend Mass. Catholics have beautiful music as well. I'll let you know what song I decide on....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-1607766529931082309?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/1607766529931082309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=1607766529931082309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/1607766529931082309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/1607766529931082309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2011/05/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-6231641660098357159</id><published>2011-05-26T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T18:52:14.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oprah's Final Shows</title><content type='html'>I, like anyone who is a child raised on tv watched Oprah growing up. I used to watch when I was a little girl and would know that my mom was close to coming home from work, when the end credits was rolling. I remember being a little black girl(Oprah says little colored girl so the world is changing) like in the 4th grade. I had the best teacher ever named Miss Rainwater. I remember her telling us that we could do anything, be anything. And those were the days when you needed an idol and you were a black little girl, you looked up to Oprah. I remember she was a great symbol of believing in your self and making sure you never gave up to achieve your dreams. Oprah was everywhere when I was younger. In the library(on those Read posters), in magazines and on tv of course. She wanted us to read, to go to college to better ourselves so we could be our greatest selves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through out the years, I have had several people tell me that I look like Oprah. I'm still not sure that's a compliment(I think she's a very pretty lady) it's just I think I look like April, not Oprah. But I knew growing up that I wanted to be in her postion. Be able to reach millions and give them the encouragement they needed to survive day to day. Life is hard, and somehow Oprah found a way to really touch lives. Some people disagree with some of the things she has said or done, but I just like to focus on what good she has done for so many people. A couple of years ago I said...."I should be the Mormon Oprah". Don't be surprised okay....I'm just saying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Miss Oprah from your mothering role in the Color Purple to mothering hundreds of thousand of dreams we love you. We love you drive in life and how you want others to find that drive. I'm sure others are posting long love letters to you too Oprah, but I have two toddlers! Can't wait to see what's next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o5i9gcolElk/Td7CUsuWxQI/AAAAAAAACCk/4xzOefY6qcc/s1600/Oprah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o5i9gcolElk/Td7CUsuWxQI/AAAAAAAACCk/4xzOefY6qcc/s400/Oprah.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-6231641660098357159?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/6231641660098357159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=6231641660098357159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/6231641660098357159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/6231641660098357159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2011/05/oprahs-final-shows.html' title='Oprah&apos;s Final Shows'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o5i9gcolElk/Td7CUsuWxQI/AAAAAAAACCk/4xzOefY6qcc/s72-c/Oprah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-1729906829202697362</id><published>2011-05-15T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T19:37:15.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you remember honey?</title><content type='html'>I must start by saying that I really am amazed that I will be honored with celebrating my 5 year anniversary with my husband. I know at times these post are sappy. I love "love letters"(which I still write to my hubby) and I have no problem writing to him. And it's nice way to say what I'm feeling since we sometimes have our conversations......enhanced by two little adults. This is to him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was thinking back to when we first were seeing each other and I remembered there was a song you liked. I wish I could remember the name of the song, or who the artist was. I just remember....I thought you thought I was something special. But the lyrics of the song were towards this man's ex and they were talking.....reminiscing about their relationship. He talked about her perfume and how she made him feel. I needless to say was not happy. I know about your last girlfriend and how you felt about her(or at least what you told me) and then this song. Grrr. But I know you like the song I won't get that upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we went driving? You picked me up, went drove up to Snoqualmie Pass. It was dark, not really late but dark. And for some reason in March still snowing so it was really dark. I remember while we were driving back home...just a fun quick drive you sang to me for the first time. You sang "I Heard Him Come". I've heard that song, but I've never had someone sing it to me. You forgot some of the words but I still think it's one of the most tender moments we've ever shared. When we were camping last summer and start singing before bedtime for the kids you sang it again. Now that song has an extra special place in my heart. You were so cute talking about this special song about Christ and how much you love it. Some would say it's just special to me because I really liked you at the time but I think it's more than that. You're a return missionary and RM's love sharing their testimonies. It's part of their allure, what makes them special. What makes them attractive to special young ladies(or young men respectively) and that's how it all starts huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one night you were driving home from my house and you called me...you told me to hang up so you could call me back. You called and &lt;b&gt;UNCHARACTERISTICALLY &lt;/b&gt;left me a voice mail. It was John Michael Montgomery singing "I can love you like that". We were days away from getting married. I hated to be away from you....and here it was like 11 o' clock a night and you were driving home. You said you had to leave that message for me cause the song was on the radio at the same time you were thinking about me. Are we that corny honey? I don't think so. I have grown to love that we're from two different worlds. You've rode a horse before and can operate a tractor. I've played cello since the 5th grade and know how to choose a China plate pattern. You tan really well and can do a hard day's work. I can do the laundry and cook at the same time. You can hunt....I love to read. The differences about us make me love you. I feel I've found my cowboy and I love that. Nothing makes me more shy about admitting my tender thoughts than when you take care of me. Like when we had a fireplace and you made me a fire. I love that. And wouldn't change it for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many songs that I could write about that make me think of different things from out short but exciting time together. I didn't have a first dance with you cause you don't like dancing so I have a whole list of songs to choose from. I still try to have you dance with me and you always come up with some excuse. I've heard them all. But I know in my heart of hearts with how fast we met and how everything came together we were supposed to be married. I had so many plans that could have taken me far away from home but I choose to stay and thank goodness I did cause I would have missed my day as a princess. I would have missed my chance of having people say I'm crazy cause we married so fast. It had to be crazy cause we like each other and that says something. I love you honey.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-1729906829202697362?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/1729906829202697362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=1729906829202697362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/1729906829202697362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/1729906829202697362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2011/05/do-you-remember-honey.html' title='Do you remember honey?'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-2264738205733781471</id><published>2011-04-14T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T17:37:24.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Week</title><content type='html'>When I thought about making a post for the blog this week. It was Monday night....and I was excited about the week. Even though I had one scary scary experience coming home from church I was super excited for the weekend. Someone must have heard me cause it's been hard everyday since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't make this a chance to whine or complain. I will just make this short and to the point. Everyday when it's hard or...the night before was too crazy for me...I try to remember these few ideals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My loving husband has a job he enjoys. We aren't rich but I never have been so I'm not missing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I have two babies who are now mini adults. The conversations they hold, and statements they say surprise and amaze me. Glad I can hear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I have knowledge that if I can endure till the end the reward will be awesome. So awesome, I can't comprehend it right now. (That even makes sacrament meeting go fast!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)If I ever need to complain, my Mother is always a phone call away(we talk on the phone at least 5 times a day) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)And I can always pray. That is icing on the cake since my prayers don't have to be politically correct, wont be judged on length or if they are sincere and I can pray anytime of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday will come as it always does and I will get to play piano and praise my Father in Heaven in song. It's a tough week but next week I get to have wedding cake at a reception. Amen to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-2264738205733781471?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/2264738205733781471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=2264738205733781471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/2264738205733781471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/2264738205733781471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2011/04/tough-week.html' title='Tough Week'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-6332523160812567461</id><published>2011-04-02T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T22:20:50.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will he not smile?</title><content type='html'>I think my husband is handsome. I love his blue eyes. He tans really well in the summer. He's taller than me and makes me feel protected. I like to put my head back when he kisses me goodbye for work. I smile when he kisses my dimples. I can't keep a straight face if he's trying to be romantic. It makes me giggle like I'm 12. I like calling him....I could go on. But of all the things in the world....he rarely smiles for pictures. I think we'll make it work somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A6TmZTKTcqQ/TZgCNZk6WVI/AAAAAAAACBc/h_YXAqkrqZI/s1600/101_0321.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A6TmZTKTcqQ/TZgCNZk6WVI/AAAAAAAACBc/h_YXAqkrqZI/s320/101_0321.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Us right after we were married.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-18CiDscYiEg/TZgCYqdo0nI/AAAAAAAACBg/OYnXhlNYVco/s1600/101_0323.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-18CiDscYiEg/TZgCYqdo0nI/AAAAAAAACBg/OYnXhlNYVco/s320/101_0323.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Waiting for the ferry....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S2bMO9JPbCU/TZgCY6v6anI/AAAAAAAACBk/yXf6lHnMVyU/s1600/101_0327.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S2bMO9JPbCU/TZgCY6v6anI/AAAAAAAACBk/yXf6lHnMVyU/s320/101_0327.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;How handsome does he look though??? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F_PM7yV6Tqo/TZgCZLJBPFI/AAAAAAAACBo/3ENPz7fBR4I/s1600/101_0350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F_PM7yV6Tqo/TZgCZLJBPFI/AAAAAAAACBo/3ENPz7fBR4I/s320/101_0350.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us in Port Angeles&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I have to give him credit....he did try. And of course we do have some good smiling pictures of him...but this is pretty much how he looks in all our pictures. Ahh....at least he's handsome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-6332523160812567461?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/6332523160812567461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=6332523160812567461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/6332523160812567461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/6332523160812567461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2011/04/will-he-not-smile.html' title='Will he not smile?'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A6TmZTKTcqQ/TZgCNZk6WVI/AAAAAAAACBc/h_YXAqkrqZI/s72-c/101_0321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-4744487228109225389</id><published>2011-03-28T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T12:40:11.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are not dead!</title><content type='html'>I have been starting and stopping this post off and on for about two weeks. Every time I get a chance to sit down and type something, I am needed somewhere else. So I am sorry to those of you who are actually curious about my little family. Today is the 28th, which means I have two days till my birthday. This year seems really curious to me. I am willing and excited to make my own&amp;nbsp; birthday cake(not because someone wont show their love through baking....I just like to bake so I want to!) the only real present is my husband home and he able to recharge and sleep before he has to go to work again. That's it. Not a huge present, or a long day of celebration just having my hubby home so he can sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be honest. My birthday is hard. I was a week early, my parents couldn't agree on a name...and almost 30 years ago sonograms were very different. Up until the hospital I was determined to be&amp;nbsp; a boy, so they had a great name chosen. Douglas Lee. I think that's cute and it had great meaning for both of my parents. So I was a surprise and reason for a little row before being a week old. I still cause that reaction for some reason.(??????) So, growing up.....I found people just could NOT remember my birthday. I've gotten calls, gifts and apologies for many many years....up until May 1st. Some people think the birthday is April 30th...or the 16th. Or April 8th....or any DAY in April. That would be correct logic if I had been born during the actual month of April...but it didn't happen that way. I haven't decided if Heavenly Father was &lt;b&gt;THAT&lt;/b&gt; tired of me....or if I was just meant for that day but it is my birthday. I love that day since it's right after Spring officially starts, is always close the General Conference and sometimes my birthday falls on Easter. When I was younger, and friends were a good marker for how I valued myself(we all go through that phase) I was be soooooooooooo hurt if someone forgot my birthday. For at least 2 weeks prior I can remember gently reminding people, charming them into a gift, or just flat out saying...you should buy me something. I still love and cherish people, but I'm just too old now to be selfish(plus I don't want to give my kids a reason to be silly like Mama)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my hubby, things have been so crazy for him lately. I wish I knew where to begin about an update but I never know where to begin really. I will say that he is now driving taxi cab that was a hard adjustment for me but he enjoys it, so that makes me happy. He works the night shift so he sleeps during that day, which I don't know how with the little adults in the house. I am proud he does so well and is so willing to provide for us, which makes me swell with pride. Taking the kiddos for a walk, so my update will have to be again....................SOON. Talk to everyone soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-4744487228109225389?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/4744487228109225389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=4744487228109225389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/4744487228109225389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/4744487228109225389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-are-not-dead.html' title='We are not dead!'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-5575423532792868761</id><published>2011-02-08T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T11:54:01.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first date part two</title><content type='html'>(I promised a part two didn't I?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 8, 2006....Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day is normal at work, watching the twins and coming home around 1pm or so. I didn't expect anything different to happen that night, so I had my leftover from dinner last night around 6. I'm the only one home at my aunts house. At 7 o clock you call me. A phone call? You sound different on the phone. Nervous almost. You ask if I'm busy and I say no. WE are different on the phone. After two minutes of dancing around you ask if I want to do something. I don't have any ideas. "Call me back in 10 minutes if you come up with something." I thought my answer was very clever. 5 minutes later you call back and ask if I'm hungry. Blah. I just had a pork chop. And a thick one at that. But I get excited knowing your coming over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long after, maybe 20 minutes you're at my house. You have a cute car, it's a cute 2006 Scion. It's blue, still smells new I love it. I'm surprised how roomy it is inside for how small it looks. WE drive around for about 5 minutes trying to figure out where to eat. You decided on Denny's. But you work at Denny's. You walk in, saying hello to everyone but forgetting about me. We sit down to order and to start eating and it turns into a job interview. Have you done this have you done that? Have you ever cheated on a boyfriend? I'm laughing thinking about it now, but you should have just asked me where I'm from you know. But we are having a nice time. Finishing my huge breakfast platter and some how waddling back to the car, you ask me if I need to be home at a certain time.I say no, which is true. I noticed as we started driving that is was snowing. It's March, how crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me you want to show me something excited. It's starting to get cold and we drive down to the Tacoma Waterfront. We're at the Museum of Glass. I didn't realize how big it is, until I stand next to it. Very pretty. You tell me you walked around her with another girl. I feel special now. I'm number 2. You and I&amp;nbsp; walk arm and arm and you tell me about your mission. There's something "special" you want to show me. You slide a piece of concrete back and reveal something. It's a jeep I think with a tag on it. You call it "geocaching". I'm clueless, but kind of taken back you'd show me something so secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start walking across the sky walk way. I am afraid to tell you I'm scared of heights but Downtown Tacoma looks very pretty. We talk about church. That topic is pretty broad with our church....and since you're a return missionary I expect you to go on for hours about your mission. But you keep your answer pretty basic, which is nice. Something seems different, maybe because it's snowing but it's nice to be around you. I like that....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-5575423532792868761?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/5575423532792868761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=5575423532792868761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/5575423532792868761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/5575423532792868761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2011/02/our-first-date-part-two.html' title='Our first date part two'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-1194198896833569535</id><published>2011-01-26T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T12:13:26.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first date</title><content type='html'>I follow a few photography blogs. One of the photographers recently got married and shared a great idea. Writing down what happened on the first date. I actually need to do this for the sake of my husband who can never ever remember when, where or why we first met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 7, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was over a week ago I saw your dad at the stake center. He asked if I could come over and meet you "officially". I've never really be introduced to someone like that, all because I'm a "nice Mormon girl." Your dad says you work a lot, and that you are engaged to some girl he doesn't like. Maybe this will be a quick night, but he said that I get food outta this deal! Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at your parents house, it's 7 o clock. And you're not there. Okay. For the next hour or so you're parents are asking me every question in the world. Is this an interview for you or for them? It's starting to get late and I need to get to the stake center to watch a game for my ward. I promised some friends I be there. Around 8:15 you knock on the door. You walk in and sit down looking at your cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jordan this is April." You don't even look up. Do you even know my eyes are brown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a few awkward more moments I get introduced to you even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"April plays piano, and sings. Jordan she grew up in Seattle." You still looking at your cell phone. Your dad announces a great idea.We're going to get ice cream, all of us. In the same car. With you, who won't look at me. Nice. And I have to sit next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Baskin Robbins, the server ask how we all know each other. You finally look at me and say we're on a date and you're parents are there just to pay. I get a small cone just to be nice and considerate since you're paying for everyone. The girl getting our ice cream says " Be careful you might get married since your dad likes her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say after finishing our ice cream "I need to get going, I have a basketball game to go to at the stake center."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I come" You're actually talking to me now. I don't say yes, but I didn't say no. I am finally free from the questions, and stuffy place it feels like but I am still in your company. You follow me to the stake center, although you drive faster than me and know exactly where it is. All my friends wonder who you are, and I can't even answer the question. You should me your cool Treo Cell phone and everything it can do. I have a pre paid phone from Cingular. It has a purple cover. After an hour, you say you need to sleep and have to go. I walk out to your car. We exchange numbers, with a promise you'll give me a call later on in the week. I'm expecting to never hear from you, when I get a phone call the next day(Wednesday) asking if I'm free that night.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Part two tomorrow!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-1194198896833569535?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/1194198896833569535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=1194198896833569535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/1194198896833569535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/1194198896833569535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2011/01/our-first-date.html' title='Our first date'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-1119294161073309646</id><published>2011-01-11T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T16:09:05.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TSzw2FvtAiI/AAAAAAAACAI/02l94z4uxKw/s1600/Jordan+and+I.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TSzw2FvtAiI/AAAAAAAACAI/02l94z4uxKw/s640/Jordan+and+I.jpg" width="436" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My sister took our engagement pictures. This is one of my favorites, I caught my self looking today. I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-1119294161073309646?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/1119294161073309646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=1119294161073309646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/1119294161073309646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/1119294161073309646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-love-this-picture.html' title='I love this picture'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TSzw2FvtAiI/AAAAAAAACAI/02l94z4uxKw/s72-c/Jordan+and+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-3617324667017223228</id><published>2010-12-26T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T15:05:04.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the year update</title><content type='html'>I've been pretty busy using my role as main worry warrior since Thanksgiving. But with my hubby in a car accident on the 23rd of November and the loss of our "new" truck, it was pretty natural. To date, Jordan is fine, still sore at times since he's been working so much, but he's doing so well after the accident. He was the only one brave enough to go traveling during the snow storm before the Thanksgiving Holiday. My cousin needed a ride home after work and en route to getting her, he was in the accident. I'm sure it was the Holy Ghost telling me to get a hold of my husband, because I kept having thie feeling I needed to talk to you him on&amp;nbsp; the phone. Glad I listened. I called him maybe 7 times within a half hour period. He called back, we talked 20 seconds I swear but he told me he was in an accident and that he'd call me back. I was going to kill him myself after I gave him a return hug and kiss. Silly. But I tenderly helped him up our stairs and get settled in for the night. I am so glad that he was able to be seen by the EMT's who came on scene and we went to the chiropractor the next morning. Since then we've been a one family car(which is great to see so many people help us out) and I've been having the kids do alot of crafts and baking to take away cabin fever(it's winter break for pre school as well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very worried about Christmas since we have extra expense because of the car accident. With help from our new Bishop(believe me the word is new since he was called in May) we were able to have a great Christmas. I've been praying so hard that I wouldn't crack under pressure because of the coldness we experience dealing with the tow company(their receptionist...I thought was Satan in a body) but we were able to pay bills, have food and have a wonderful Christmas. I was so glad and am willing to give credit where it is due, to Heavenly Father of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week was especially hard for me. On the 24th, my mother's extended family gets together not only for Christmas, but to pay honor to our mother and grandmother. She passed away when I was 10 close to Thanksgiving, so Christmas Eve is very special in our family. Back at the beginning of September, when we went for the family reunion I was introduced to Aunt Mary. She was battling breast cancer and this reunion was made special since she was able to be there. I had this feeling while getting to know everyone including Mary that this was going to be a special time. Through facebook updates I was learing about her health and how it was really taking big nose dive. This was especially hard for the matriarch and patriarch of the family, which is only natural. Grandma and Grandpa could tell it was close to saying goodbye to one of their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, we lost Aunt Mary on Monday. With the combination of her having breast cancer like my own Grandma and it so close to Grandma's birthday it was a really tough day. I kept wanting to tell her about the amazing similarity between them and that I felt an instant connection to her. Her family had a great circle of family and friends supporting them. Wednesday morning her Obituary was printed and I was able to learn more about Aunt Mary. It just made me feel more that I was really supposed to be in this family. Aunt Mary and my Grandma, have the same first and middle name, they were both born close to Christmas and both battled breast cancer twice. They both were able to cross the veil about home surrounded by family and both died in their 50's. At times during the day it's still hard but I always know that they are both out of PAIN! I am beyond thrilled I could met Aunt Mary, and I was able to play piano for her, which she said someone could play hers more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday season has made me so happy I have a family and that we could spoil each other with love and sometimes gifts. WE hope you have and had a wonderful holiday. When the new year starts we'll be praying dad gets a well deserved raise and we might be moving to a bigger apartment, but we'll see what Heavenly Father grants us with. WE are so thankful and grateful for all our blessings and friends! WE love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-3617324667017223228?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/3617324667017223228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=3617324667017223228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/3617324667017223228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/3617324667017223228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2010/12/end-of-year-update.html' title='End of the year update'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-2444063051819943946</id><published>2010-11-23T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T15:28:51.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Picutures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TOxGedJYKfI/AAAAAAAAB_M/sMPDjdVM7r4/s1600/Hunter+Family-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TOxGedJYKfI/AAAAAAAAB_M/sMPDjdVM7r4/s320/Hunter+Family-3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Those of you who are my friends on Facebook know we recently took some family pictures. Yes, I will keep being a nagging wife and telling my dear husband that we need to take more as the babies grow up! I wanted to include a few that are my favorites! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TOxG3vGnV9I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/34ZJ-qqfIdA/s1600/Hunter+Family-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TOxG3vGnV9I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/34ZJ-qqfIdA/s320/Hunter+Family-5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TOxG6RY3K_I/AAAAAAAAB_U/4jGH2SkYvW4/s1600/Hunter+Family-17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TOxG6RY3K_I/AAAAAAAAB_U/4jGH2SkYvW4/s320/Hunter+Family-17.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TOxHBs37hcI/AAAAAAAAB_c/bQfUupkg1Mk/s1600/Hunter+Family-27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TOxHBs37hcI/AAAAAAAAB_c/bQfUupkg1Mk/s320/Hunter+Family-27.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TOxHIpwJpJI/AAAAAAAAB_k/l-J-CpgL2Vc/s1600/Hunter+Family-39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TOxHIpwJpJI/AAAAAAAAB_k/l-J-CpgL2Vc/s320/Hunter+Family-39.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TOxHRnwLTNI/AAAAAAAAB_s/VL2QWLldDIU/s1600/Hunter+Family-67.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TOxHRnwLTNI/AAAAAAAAB_s/VL2QWLldDIU/s320/Hunter+Family-67.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-2444063051819943946?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/2444063051819943946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=2444063051819943946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/2444063051819943946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/2444063051819943946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2010/11/family-picutures.html' title='Family Picutures'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TOxGedJYKfI/AAAAAAAAB_M/sMPDjdVM7r4/s72-c/Hunter+Family-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-7407417525628265558</id><published>2010-11-13T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T00:14:46.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week!!!</title><content type='html'>I've been really thinking if I would include a horrible experience I had last Saturday. I still really haven't made a decision if I will include what started my brainstorming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, my visiting teachers came and shared an important message given to the whole of the LDS church by President Uchtdorf. "Of Things That Matter Most."Who knew while trying to have my two active toddlers sit down and try to introduce Modern Day Prophets to them, I would be following his counsel about spending quality time with our family. He touched about some great relationships that are amazing to a well balanced gospel person. While listening to my visiting teacher they mentioned the relationship with our "Fellow Man". This past week has been so trying in that department and I am very willing to admit my weakness in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, I invited a high school acquaintance over, because she wanted to show me a sale presentation for a company she just started with. I was still sick(day #4 with a season cold) and didn't really want to be bothered with company. But after a week of being bombarded with text messages from this person, I thought Saturday would be great and this would be off of my shoulders. I welcomed her, and her "trainer" into my home. I expected to hear her voice explain the company and so forth. With my all too trusting heart, I got told how my family is poor and will expect to be poor because I've made the decision to be a stay at home mother. I was also told in short that I am a 'home body' who rarely goes out and needs to find friends who are "willing" to make money. I was very upset. Why would I want to share the information I just heard with my family and friends by sending these rude people to them. Since this young lady hasn't almost seen me in 10 years, she also doesn't know that I was ready to go back to work after having my son but was fired from that job due to what they called a "conflict of interest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to put negative vibes behind all of us, I in short told them my decision to help my children by staying home is a richly blessing decision. If I did have a job, we could have more money, or we could not...it would depend on the job I had. It would always mean I would miss out on milestones and quality time being my children's first teacher, maid, doctor, referee, chauffeur, chef, and so on. I don't take motherhood lightly and women who take care of more than 2 children I kiss the ground they walk on. Hearing President Uchtdorf remind us of how important our family is, made me feel a little taller for stay home. I may not have a fancy car, fancy clothes or eat out every Friday night with friends but every time I go to pick up my son from Pre School he comes running to see me and I would give me life over and over again just to have that happen. To Single Mothers every where who work hard to come home and have to be mother and father I salute you. To working husbands who work long hours just to have your children "dog pile" on you once you set foot in the door, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish this holiday season is that we are nicer to one another. I may not work outside of the home for a business but I am in the business of building my family. It may not be perfect but I am lucky to have a perfect family plan to follow. I am glad I don't have to search for it and that I have wonderful examples and help along the way. Thank you to family and thanks be to our God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-7407417525628265558?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/7407417525628265558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=7407417525628265558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/7407417525628265558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/7407417525628265558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-week.html' title='What a week!!!'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-8201850837387405064</id><published>2010-11-05T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T15:42:50.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"No" November!</title><content type='html'>Happy start to our November month! The past week has been filled with awesome challenges. "No Shave November"(my husband's favorite), "Give Thanks November" and so on. Last Sunday, Halloween, this awesome sister in our ward taught based on the talked given by President Monson "Charity Never Faileth" Her focus was on how important it is as women to not judge one another. She also gave us a challenge. "No nagging, no judging November." AWESOME! It's a great reminder and since I'm my children's first teacher it gives me a great opportunity to become better. I heard once heard someone say we can grow closer to Heavenly Father by becoming parents. I couldn't agree more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal note(not like my whole blog isn't) I went to Mormon.org last night and filled out the "Refer a friend section". I filled it out for my father. I was able to fill out most of the information, which made me happy. At the bottom of the page you're able to say a few words of information for Missionaries who will be contacting your "friend". Simply put, I was really scared but I prayed over this, and I know if it's the correct time for my father he will be ready for those precious Missionaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been super mindful of missionary work, family and church for a few weeks. Mid-October my Mom invited me to a great fireside held in the Seattle Stake. The guest speaker was a brother who lives in Salt Lake City. Like my parents he had join the church before the Priesthood was allowed to all worthy members of the church. This brother was amazing in explain that didn't hinder his decision to be baptized into the LDS church. That's the feeling I've known and heard from most African American or African members of the church. I had a wonderful time listening to him talk about his mission in California and his struggles trying to explain to investigators that the church is true despite rumors or misconceptions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to give my parents credit. I can't even begin to think how hard church must of been, or how it was difficult getting questioned from your own family about this decision to join a 'white church". My parents were one of the &lt;b&gt;first&lt;/b&gt; African American couples sealed in the Seattle Temple. Please re-read that sentence. I don't even have words to explain how amazing that is. Maybe it's because now that I'm getting older I can really appreciate the hard work and commitment my parents made and I really want to invite my father back to church with us. And of course in the temple everything is clear and life has so much purpose. I've wanted to introduce my children to my father, for him to know I don't hold him in a bad light, I try telling my kiddies everything I know about him. He took piano lessons and played organ. If I hated him and didn't want to be like him I would be denying a talent I somehow was born to have. It's amazing how the Lord works in our lives and I hope one day I can really see my father. To date, I'm thankful for family! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to everyone soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-8201850837387405064?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/8201850837387405064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=8201850837387405064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/8201850837387405064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/8201850837387405064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-november.html' title='&quot;No&quot; November!'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-2163170334422338300</id><published>2010-10-27T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T00:36:42.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does the time go?</title><content type='html'>I was so proud of my self for writing an update and then I looked at the date and it's almost Halloween. Let's see what I can tell you. To date my digital camera, which was a great anniversary gift is in the shop. Something happened to the screen and it was a total lost. I cried. But my hubby was a great man and bought insurance so it will be will us again. It's been very interesting learning just how much I carry and take photos of the babies. But I do have a camera on my cell phone. It's not the greatest but I do still capture things I find important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big brother amazed me once again. Not only is he having a blast in pre school, I took him to Super Cuts and he got a haircut! I was like turning away trying not to cry and he just took it like a pro. Yes, I saved some of the hair, but it's the first hair cut. Wow, I tear up thinking about it. He's just grown by leaps and bounds in the last few months and I just can't keep up it seems. And on top of that, next year for the Primary Program he'll be in front. OMG!&amp;nbsp; What will I do then. Good thing I'm not playing piano in primary right now. Whew, I don't even want to think what that might be like. He's doing amazing in nursery, I just can't brag enough about him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The princess is doing well, and around March will be going to pre-school a few days a week too. I know that it will be fun for them I just don't know what I will do with myself for those few hours. She loves getting ready to get big brother when he's at school. Tomorrow is the Halloween party and they have costumes.I had one in mind but going as a Mom actually suits me just fine. It's their party. Awww. Just a quick note before I head to bed. Can't wait to write again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-2163170334422338300?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/2163170334422338300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=2163170334422338300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/2163170334422338300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/2163170334422338300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2010/10/where-does-time-go.html' title='Where does the time go?'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-7115472664349978419</id><published>2010-10-08T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T15:50:45.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They say it's your birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 244px" width="330" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OCR_-Ba2SJ4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OCR_-Ba2SJ4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is one of my favorite John Lennon Songs. John would have been 70 tomorrow. Wow. Please enjoy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-7115472664349978419?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/7115472664349978419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=7115472664349978419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/7115472664349978419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/7115472664349978419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2010/10/they-say-its-your-birthday.html' title='They say it&apos;s your birthday'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-13719270035740941</id><published>2010-10-06T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T01:55:13.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh oh</title><content type='html'>I need to send everyone an update and haven't done so. Wow huh? Our little household has been a buzz with a Family Reunion, a new truck, Pre-school starting, and finding things to make the Princess feel like she's learning something as well. I've been so proud of big brother and all he has taken on at the age of three. I can't believe how well he's adjusted to waking up, having some assistance getting ready and being excited to walk out the door for school. I have him go to bed before everyone else so he can be well rested for the next day and he's not afraid of sleeping in his room by himself. He has started helping me with family prayers and even adds some awesome things he is thankful for. His favorite is being thankful for cars, Sponge Bob, Dora and Diego, cars, keys to the cars and the chance to be able to say Jesus Christ. He sometimes says amen before Jesus Christ comes out but at least he can say it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip was scary, awesome, tiring and great all at the same time. I wish I had taken more pictures but I was chasing two kids around a National Forrest.I was a bit nervous for how Jordan's family might react to...someone with a built in tan. Although people see your announcement photo, you never know until you actually met the family and this really was my official introduction. I am a very mellow person and enjoy learning about people through stories pictures and how ever they feel comfortable allowing me into their lives for a brief moment. The first few days we were in Idaho I met most of the extended family who lived around Grandpa and Grandma, which was a lot. And everyone looks alike. Blonde Hair blue eyes...everybody. And then there's my son who could blend in with any Hispanic, Native American or Pacific Islander family. But there's is such a blessing in the foundation of a man and woman being married starting a family and watching their family bloom and grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast spending time with cousins aunts and uncles and who knows how many kids under 10. Our drive home was blessed by the angels since we never had car or truck troubles. And within days we were back at home, starting pre-school and getting the big man up each day at 7:30. I am so thankful for the prayers sent up in our behalf. Thank you. Well it's late and I should sleep...I will be better about another update soon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-13719270035740941?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/13719270035740941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=13719270035740941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/13719270035740941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/13719270035740941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2010/10/uh-oh.html' title='Uh oh'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-2774167433074719437</id><published>2010-09-10T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T12:08:32.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I doing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TIqBtSF2vJI/AAAAAAAAB-E/CZH4VRm2Wn4/s1600/DSCN5002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TIqBtSF2vJI/AAAAAAAAB-E/CZH4VRm2Wn4/s320/DSCN5002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;WE have been home since Tuesday and yet I'm just updating this. I won't bore you with too many details but I will post this picture. IT was the sentiment of the whole trip. Goofy pictures. We had a great time meeting lots of family and driving home was quiet easy. Thank you for the prayers. :) The big Man starts school Monday. Pray for Momma then. I ran out of pocket tissue from my purse(which broke Tuesday). Talk to you soon.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-2774167433074719437?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/2774167433074719437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=2774167433074719437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/2774167433074719437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/2774167433074719437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-am-i-doing.html' title='What am I doing?'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TIqBtSF2vJI/AAAAAAAAB-E/CZH4VRm2Wn4/s72-c/DSCN5002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-3685605848256608468</id><published>2010-08-21T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T00:43:29.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Princes is 2!</title><content type='html'>Wow a year already??!!! Not just that, I can remember around this time two years ago I was carrying a 27 lbs little boy who hated to sit down and was crawling every where during the weekly appointments. He was the star of the office charming anyone into picking him up. Those days I was tired but able to handle one baby, but we adapt and learn and of course love the new addition in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had so many different experiences being a mom to a little girl. I am still wondering about a few things. Tea parties? Dress up? Will she be a Tom Boy? She's a dare devil now, so I wouldn't be surprised. But whatever comes our way I'm sure she'll be either laughing or screaming all the way. I wanted to share a few new things we have learned over the past year! I think it makes her &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;extra&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;special&lt;/i&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TG8KIO5ZmDI/AAAAAAAAB6o/A_tFPTw_-rE/s1600/485.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TG8KIO5ZmDI/AAAAAAAAB6o/A_tFPTw_-rE/s320/485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She enjoys doing new fashion statements&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TG8KL7UwOwI/AAAAAAAAB6w/NuB7doAdQW4/s1600/716.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TG8KL7UwOwI/AAAAAAAAB6w/NuB7doAdQW4/s320/716.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She LOVES Sponge Bob&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TG8KYlX9T1I/AAAAAAAAB64/mv1arZmnddg/s1600/DSCN4259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TG8KYlX9T1I/AAAAAAAAB64/mv1arZmnddg/s320/DSCN4259.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is BIG on physical touch. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TG8KqpqFk9I/AAAAAAAAB7I/X07Pln2piUA/s1600/DSCN4148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TG8KqpqFk9I/AAAAAAAAB7I/X07Pln2piUA/s320/DSCN4148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing between the toes&lt;u&gt; please&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TG8LDCKm0EI/AAAAAAAAB7g/UX7qjuAeHUk/s1600/DSCN4454.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TG8LDCKm0EI/AAAAAAAAB7g/UX7qjuAeHUk/s320/DSCN4454.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves to play around. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TG8LR_HV5yI/AAAAAAAAB7o/81uPcImqJlk/s1600/DSCN4480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TG8LR_HV5yI/AAAAAAAAB7o/81uPcImqJlk/s320/DSCN4480.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoys music....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TG8LYIpFbSI/AAAAAAAAB7w/B4LIQ1S0cYk/s1600/DSCN4536.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TG8LYIpFbSI/AAAAAAAAB7w/B4LIQ1S0cYk/s320/DSCN4536.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;But not the Jonas Brothers! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TG8Ln502DpI/AAAAAAAAB8A/UMpFmIbjfTE/s1600/DSCN4562.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TG8Ln502DpI/AAAAAAAAB8A/UMpFmIbjfTE/s320/DSCN4562.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is a fantastic chef&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TG8Ls0NoRTI/AAAAAAAAB8I/dtJEtTjQgTc/s1600/DSCN4584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TG8Ls0NoRTI/AAAAAAAAB8I/dtJEtTjQgTc/s320/DSCN4584.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Likes to cool off&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TG8L1vqTh3I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/Ajly07zHOxg/s1600/DSCN4609.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TG8L1vqTh3I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/Ajly07zHOxg/s320/DSCN4609.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Has a great sweet tooth&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TG8L6q2NTJI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/wEYF86glanE/s1600/DSCN4622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TG8L6q2NTJI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/wEYF86glanE/s320/DSCN4622.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loves MJ!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TG8MH_oIg4I/AAAAAAAAB8g/p5Wmp98fVM4/s1600/DSCN4807.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TG8MH_oIg4I/AAAAAAAAB8g/p5Wmp98fVM4/s320/DSCN4807.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And enjoys light reading....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-3685605848256608468?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/3685605848256608468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=3685605848256608468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/3685605848256608468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/3685605848256608468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2010/08/princes-is-2.html' title='The Princes is 2!'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TG8KIO5ZmDI/AAAAAAAAB6o/A_tFPTw_-rE/s72-c/485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-6288653448034455555</id><published>2010-08-19T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T14:00:14.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Park Time</title><content type='html'>This past Monday was still warm in our neck of the woods, so Jordan and I wanted to take the kids somewhere fun outside. Next to the our local library is a fantastic water park. Every time I go there's always an abundant number of wet wild kids running around trying to cool off. The day Dad wanted to take his kids, mean boss Mom said no. (In my defense it was only 66 outside!) I kept an eye on the weather, as I always do and you didn't have to be awake long to know Monday was going to be a warm day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited to see how my two explores were going to react to this new place. Everything is still new to us(church, the library, our apartment complex...etc)so a chance to learn more about our new community and city is awesome to me. We got there just a little after 1:30 in the afternoon. Still warm but not as hot as Sunday, which is good. I was so in love with all the beautiful sun kissed kiddies running around having a blast in the water. It was made up of three pods. Two had a water "geyser" in the middle surrounded by smaller shooting sprinklers. They all went off in different patterns, which was really fun. The water wasn't that cold, but I'm sure they can turn the temp up and down depending on the weather that day. The main attraction is a beautiful smooth ball, which can be stopped or rolled faster by who's pushing on it. It has some water jets at the bottom of the ball to turn it different directions. Jordan climbed on top of the ball(no picture sorry. I was trying to stop the mini me's after him). Everyone was so wide eyed while he was trying his afternoon gymnastics. The time we've been married he's done some stunts, I can tell you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Explorer didn't want to change into his swim trunks or even wait to take of his shirt. Thinking that his partner would be as brave as he, he took off. The princess wasn't convinced. She toddled around for a few minutes, not impressed with the cool water shooting as us. Jordan picked her up a few times, trying to show her the water is fun. I was still trying to get over showing my arms. I still am carrying around post baby weight(which I'm making a goal to make sure I start to shed here soon) so I was a little shy being in my bathing suit. While we were learning about the play ground we saw a new friend from church. Her daughter is just a peach. She's almost one, and Sis. Porter kept saying her excitement about new baby milestones(walking). I always tell people to wait on that one, but both my kiddies were early walkers. But we made a note to make sure we do play dates(the Porters live down the street from us). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our stay at the water park lasted an hour. I was really impressed by my two explorers. The princess really enjoyed the rolling ball and got into the idea of the sprinklers. It was a nice chance to get outside and see some of the new neighborhood. We didn't introduce our selves to anyone to say we'd make a play date but we did talk to some nice people. Although the princess is petite she is growing and held her own out there. A few taller kids bumped into her but she didn't even falter. She's a tough cookie. The most comments I hear are how she is really strong or that she is really tough for how small she is. I don't think she's small but then again I was there when she &lt;b&gt;was &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;small&lt;/i&gt;. Grandma had spent the night before both explores got to share their findings with a willing listening ear. We had a fun time. I'm glad we found a fun places for the kids. There was a merry go round there, in the corner that wasn't operating while the water park was open. Maybe I can talk my hubby into a date night. Or there is the one at the Super Mall too? Hmmm...one can only wait and see with Jordan. 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I would have never imagined that we'd be celebrating the hubby birthday, looking for pre-schools and trying to pack and get ready for a family reunion all in one month.I am very excited for the trip just because we're going to a part of the country I've never seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TGooAjMxCHI/AAAAAAAAB48/DAGjHpF_r2A/s1600/DSCN4715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TGooAjMxCHI/AAAAAAAAB48/DAGjHpF_r2A/s320/DSCN4715.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Monday night is when a good number of people hold the family home evening. I have made a physical effort to make sure we have sort of FHE every night. I talk about a simple gospel topic before we pray each night. No longer than 3 minutes and I certainly make sure that the tv is off. No word yet on if my efforts are paying off or not but that's not my purpose. We had a great time making this pizza together, it's really nice to see growth in your children. It was a blast having all of us help create our first family pizza! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TGon7fDQTWI/AAAAAAAAB40/iTWzeBC3U-I/s1600/DSCN4712.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TGon7fDQTWI/AAAAAAAAB40/iTWzeBC3U-I/s320/DSCN4712.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Almost done!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TGooEmXHIAI/AAAAAAAAB5E/Gvf2F50RfWc/s1600/DSCN4717.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TGooEmXHIAI/AAAAAAAAB5E/Gvf2F50RfWc/s320/DSCN4717.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Always the taste tester!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TGooNxL7x4I/AAAAAAAAB5U/GAaplEiXP2U/s1600/DSCN4722.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TGooNxL7x4I/AAAAAAAAB5U/GAaplEiXP2U/s320/DSCN4722.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ready for dinner&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-1516536635244470799?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/1516536635244470799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=1516536635244470799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/1516536635244470799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/1516536635244470799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2010/08/family-home-evening-pizza-style.html' title='Family Home Evening Pizza Style'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TGooAjMxCHI/AAAAAAAAB48/DAGjHpF_r2A/s72-c/DSCN4715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-2769161772993605413</id><published>2010-08-06T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T12:12:54.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's silly now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TFxeabvRr-I/AAAAAAAAB38/6pZdaSMI4aU/s1600/DSCN4630.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TFxeabvRr-I/AAAAAAAAB38/6pZdaSMI4aU/s320/DSCN4630.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TFxecR0xBMI/AAAAAAAAB4E/NTnkGxqTy04/s1600/DSCN4631.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TFxecR0xBMI/AAAAAAAAB4E/NTnkGxqTy04/s320/DSCN4631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TFxeeJi3_LI/AAAAAAAAB4M/7QCTAn3bGmU/s1600/DSCN4632.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TFxeeJi3_LI/AAAAAAAAB4M/7QCTAn3bGmU/s320/DSCN4632.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-2769161772993605413?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/2769161772993605413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=2769161772993605413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/2769161772993605413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/2769161772993605413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2010/08/whos-silly-now.html' title='Who&apos;s silly now?'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TFxeabvRr-I/AAAAAAAAB38/6pZdaSMI4aU/s72-c/DSCN4630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-5219005671270706215</id><published>2010-08-04T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T14:16:32.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Road Trip part deux</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TFnLvg61yfI/AAAAAAAAB30/8KS2P3FcTZs/s1600/DSCN4682.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TFnLvg61yfI/AAAAAAAAB30/8KS2P3FcTZs/s320/DSCN4682.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lyle Hotel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the Lyle Hotel. I really enjoyed our chance of being the only guests for the night, since when we did wake up(which was 8:30) we had a chance to explore downstairs. This is a very calm community and it's so close to the Columbia River. I know that Mr. Man back at home would have loved this hotel since it was so close to the train tracks. We had a light breakfast and quick history lesson about the Hood River bridge and different aspects of the quaint little town....ooppps community. Since we were still childless for the day we or rather...Jordan decided that we could just go where the road was taking us. Since becoming a Mom, I've gotten used to making plans for 3 people if not 4. But it was nice to just enjoy the drive back home while seeing the beautiful scenery of the Oregon side of the Columbia River. We made a quick stop at the Bonneville Dam. I learned that Franklin D Roosevelt actually came to the opening of the Dam and said this would "great opportunity for the community and wealth to the children".&amp;nbsp; The New Deal at work. We met a fish counter and saw so many beautiful fish. I made me think to myself I hope that we are always blessed in this part of the country to have an abundance of healthy fish to feast on anytime we want and that they will always be always to swim in clean fresh water. The mom in me right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After our quick Northwest history lesson we traveled on to Troutdale, stopped for lunch for lunch in Fairview and got on the freeway to head home. We were home by 4. I was super happy cause we stopped in Lacey at the really cute fish market and got a crab. I had a craving for it. Our quick trip was very fun and I'm so glad that I actually learned something from our beautiful landscape that we are blessed with. Jordan and I are still silly, my husband still doesn't want to make plans and some how we sometimes get to escape away and learn new things about one another. I didn't know my husband likes fresh cut hay. That's new to me. First of all, I've never smelled it, and I can't wait since it's something my husband loves it. Here's the conclusion of the quick snap shots of the trip. Thanks for indulging and looking at these.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TFnLWDWiu8I/AAAAAAAAB2s/i18cnGilWTw/s1600/DSCN4684.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TFnLWDWiu8I/AAAAAAAAB2s/i18cnGilWTw/s320/DSCN4684.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;View from Hotel looking at the River&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TFnLlo1XNgI/AAAAAAAAB3c/1biALxfHSGg/s1600/DSCN4691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TFnLlo1XNgI/AAAAAAAAB3c/1biALxfHSGg/s320/DSCN4691.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oregon Side of Hood River Toll Bridge&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TFnLoIlZuII/AAAAAAAAB3k/CGAfpA9X3f4/s1600/DSCN4705.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TFnLoIlZuII/AAAAAAAAB3k/CGAfpA9X3f4/s320/DSCN4705.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Energy Saving House at Bonneville Dam&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-5219005671270706215?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/5219005671270706215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=5219005671270706215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/5219005671270706215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/5219005671270706215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2010/08/recent-road-trip-part-deux.html' title='Recent Road Trip part deux'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TFnLvg61yfI/AAAAAAAAB30/8KS2P3FcTZs/s72-c/DSCN4682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-5249048406580187956</id><published>2010-08-04T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T12:45:53.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Road Trip</title><content type='html'>The prior post explained the reason behind our recent road trip. I am very quick to tell everyone how blessed I am that my husband is excited to show me different places in Washington he's been to due to his travels for work. I didn't take many vacations as a child(living in a single parent home...I heart you Single Mom's out there!)so I welcome to chance to get more of an expanding knowledge of my home state. Once we had made the plans for our quick get away I was counting down. Everyday I would ask the hubby if he was excited, just like me. I would get a yes from a very emotionless face. Nice going dude. But that's okay I was happy. I made a 'schedule' for Grandma and the N Twins, went grocery shopping. Made sure all the laundry was done, the living room wasn't clean but that's okay. I did the dishes packed and repeatedly said over and over that this would be the two days they(The N Twins) would never forget! Some people don't think toddlers listen(I sometimes wonder...)but they actually picked up on the idea that I wouldn't be there for some time. I made dinner Monday night, and we calmly left. It was a short goodbye(learned that on a PBS parent show) and we were off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to the other side of the mountains, while leaving from the middle of King County at 5, on a Monday. I know you're thinking"They're crazy" but we were on a road trip. With my husband's knowledge(thank you Scouts) our GPS and just the pleasure of being with one another kid free for a few hours we were on the road. The trip took almost 4 hours. We got caught in traffic once we hit Tacoma. So we made the quick choice to go a different way. I am so amazed at the beauty we really have in our own "backyard". With our new route we were blessed to drive past two, count 'em two mountains. I loved it. My Mother is a huge fan of mountains and so I grew up with a great appreciation for the natural beauty we've been so blessed with. I hope I can show her all the new places we traveled through. It was so peaceful and for most of the trip outside of the major cities, we were the only car in sight. The National Forrest was awesome and I want to go hiking through there one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end point of the night road trip was a tiny community(not a town)  called Lyle. Across the Columbia River from Oregon. Very beautiful even  though it was after 9:30 when we arrived in our hotel. We were the only  guest checking in that night! Yeah for traveling on a Monday night!  Here's a few pictures of the hotel.It was fun being able to run around upstairs in the great bed and breakfast. WE felt like little kids. After a quick bath to relax the muscles after the drive it was time for bed. But of course my husband had to try out his new phone and see if he could watch a tv show. But that's okay I love him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TFnBsOYZnsI/AAAAAAAAB2M/ccU7fRSI7Zg/s320/DSCN4653.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt; Our room for the night&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TFnCBj_KELI/AAAAAAAAB2U/zA-9v3uzpFA/s1600/DSCN4654.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TFnCBj_KELI/AAAAAAAAB2U/zA-9v3uzpFA/s320/DSCN4654.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our "original" room&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-5249048406580187956?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/5249048406580187956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=5249048406580187956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/5249048406580187956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/5249048406580187956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2010/08/recent-road-trip.html' title='Recent Road Trip'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TFnBsOYZnsI/AAAAAAAAB2M/ccU7fRSI7Zg/s72-c/DSCN4653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-3205142552930405615</id><published>2010-07-30T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T15:42:43.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of July Update</title><content type='html'>I updated my status on facebook&amp;nbsp; yesterday afternoon to say I was "updating my blog" and instead I did the dishes. Well, at least I'm trying to keep the home looking okay. The living room at the moment has so many toys but I can clean that in no time flat(hopefully)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The kids wanted me to tell you all the fun things we've been doing as of late. My last entry was last week about our up and coming anniversary. It was fun on the 22nd. WE stayed home. I don't think that's bad. My husband went to work providing for the family and we were able to enjoy his company early(which is usually 6 or 7 these days). Dad made dinner for everyone and I gave the kids a bath? Boring you might say right? But at lease we were all together as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the fun date was nearing, Jordan kept asking what I wanted to do. Then I would ask him back. I think we played that game for about two weeks. Mom, earlier in the month, graciously said that she would watch the kids for us, what ever we were planning to do. On the winding down hours of the actually anniversary we sat down and started thinking, what would be fun that we haven't done for a while? A Bed and Breakfast???!!! Why had we not thought of that before. Grandma said she was willing to take a vacation day while Mom and Dad spend the night away from home.(More on that later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of September we'll be going to some location in Idaho for the Hunter Family Reunion. When I first learned of this, I was a hair worried. Long road trip, two toddlers, how will I keep them entertained...blah blah blah. I allow my self on 15 minutes a day to ponder on different possibilities of ideas to keep the little ones entertained(I take all suggestions, I really do!). After the 15 minutes it's usually onto the next task of the day so life gets back to normal pretty quickly. Our trip to the shore last year was only a few hours since we spent the night in a hotel. I'm excited for the kids to see a new part of the country they haven't seen before! I love road trips and this will be fun for us I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan has a few days off during the week and then he works like crazy. On the days off, for the past few weeks we've been getting ready for the trip. Buying things here and there, getting a oil change and so on. The &lt;strike&gt;monsters&lt;/strike&gt; Angels are doing well with potty training and talking up a storm. At church they have a blast in nursery which really makes me happy. I'm so impressed with how well they adapt to change with our move and learning to make friends. I try to sneak by on Sunday just to see how they are doing and someone they nursery leaders shush me away. I did sneak a peak at the Princess on Sunday and I started crying so I went to Relief Society. It just makes me a proud parent to see them growing up and helping when they can. Other than that, weddings, birthdays, and just relaxing as a family has been it for us! Talk to you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-3205142552930405615?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/3205142552930405615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=3205142552930405615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/3205142552930405615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/3205142552930405615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2010/07/end-of-july-update.html' title='End of July Update'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-3528517722745800053</id><published>2010-07-17T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T12:09:15.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TEDgK9wkZjI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/cSc1d6JiJyc/s1600/101_0323.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TEDgK9wkZjI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/cSc1d6JiJyc/s320/101_0323.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can you believe 4 years ago I was at church in my Young Single Adult Branch saying 'goodbye' to everyone cause the next week I was going to be married? I can't believe how time flies. I spent some of the afternoon looking for a picture to put up for the anniversary and I found this gem. Jordan and I waiting for the ferry to sail to Edmonds(I think) and then we had a nice drive to Forks! That's right, I was hip to Forks before all the Twilight craze. In fact it was so hot that weekend the power went out in the town. It was 105 when we got there after the wedding(try sleeping in that?) Awww all the craziness that ensued just because I had married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think we are silly. Jordan teases me and I just take it and people go you are made for each other. I still apologize for his crazy humor and for some reason he still comes home after work everyday to me, which I am so happy for. I don't know if he still has that shirt but I like when he wore it since it brought out his blue eyes. WE still are silly and pretend we don't know each other from time to time. We are silly and stay up late when we know we have to get up in the morning and do various things(take care of the kids, get ready for work etc.). He can never remember how we met and yet when I tell the story I somehow get it wrong. I still can't believe I am married after all this time. I never thought I would get married cause I didn't think there was someone crazier than me out there. I'm not sure if Jordan is but he was crazy enough to marry me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years ago, I was just days away from being sealed to Jordan. I was totally relaxed, maybe because I was getting married in the place I had dreamed of for years as my ultimate goal. I have a fantastic picture of the templeFour years ago, I was just days away from being sealed to  Jordan. I was totally relaxed, maybe because I was getting married in  the place I had dreamed of for years as my ultimate goal. I have a  fantastic picture of the temple in my living room and it's a fun  reminder of when we were that close to getting married. I bought it a  week before the wedding and it's been my favorite addition to my  house(that I bought). It's nice to look back on how much fun we have and  still have while being married. I just wonder what we'll do this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-3528517722745800053?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/3528517722745800053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=3528517722745800053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/3528517722745800053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/3528517722745800053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2010/07/can-you-believe-4-years-ago-i-was-at.html' title=''/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TEDgK9wkZjI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/cSc1d6JiJyc/s72-c/101_0323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-8328040907106714873</id><published>2010-07-02T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T15:08:43.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twins</title><content type='html'>Although my two cute kids are NOT I repeat, NOT identical or fraternal twins....they are Irish twins(born 11 months apart). In the first few months the princess arrived people gave me some interesting questions(like did I not use birth control etc). I was too tired to think of a clever answer, and they don't know my health background(I was told at one point I maybe NOT be able to have children). So we have grown leaps and bounds over the last few years. With the babies achieving milestones, it seems like ever day I like to take pictures of when they are doing something together, or just copying one another. I had a chance this past weekend to capture a few quick shots of them reading on the floor. I like these and hope you will too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TC5iiXrgQuI/AAAAAAAAB0U/yy_RfZRDUcY/s1600/DSCN4433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TC5iiXrgQuI/AAAAAAAAB0U/yy_RfZRDUcY/s320/DSCN4433.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TC5in2J7stI/AAAAAAAAB0c/063cmJW1wNQ/s1600/DSCN4434.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TC5in2J7stI/AAAAAAAAB0c/063cmJW1wNQ/s320/DSCN4434.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TC5i0v0xJXI/AAAAAAAAB0k/xl0lCsVmasA/s1600/DSCN4435.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TC5i0v0xJXI/AAAAAAAAB0k/xl0lCsVmasA/s320/DSCN4435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TC5i50oZDrI/AAAAAAAAB0s/8nNzJQ_D-dQ/s1600/DSCN4436.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TC5i50oZDrI/AAAAAAAAB0s/8nNzJQ_D-dQ/s320/DSCN4436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-8328040907106714873?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/8328040907106714873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=8328040907106714873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/8328040907106714873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/8328040907106714873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2010/07/twins.html' title='The Twins'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TC5iiXrgQuI/AAAAAAAAB0U/yy_RfZRDUcY/s72-c/DSCN4433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-9090519191840174535</id><published>2010-06-28T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T15:01:19.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun times'/><title type='text'>Great visit this week</title><content type='html'>I love when someone I adore comes to visit. Since I pretty much adore EVERYONE I know, I'm always pleased when someone wants to come and visit. A friend of mine recently completed his two year mission in the Washington Tacoma mission and was coming back for a wedding. Thank goodness for Facebook, I totally got his number and we text-ed away making plans for when he was here. He was surprised we had moved(been almost a year since we last saw him as Elder) and that the kids were growing so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TCkYmVUZkqI/AAAAAAAABzo/9zQb3nXgyHU/s1600/DSCN0546-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TCkYmVUZkqI/AAAAAAAABzo/9zQb3nXgyHU/s320/DSCN0546-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Needless to say it was all I could think about for about a week. I was excited to see our friend. Last year, anytime the Elders came over, it was party at our house for the kids. They love the missionaries, as do I. This was my favorite picture, for I don't know how long. I was just like you are in our family now! The kids just loved him and he always ate dinner, we like people who enjoy to eat. So it was a huge blessing to have him in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night we went to dinner at a fun restaurant called Joseppi's in Tacoma. ONE of my all time favorite resturans, my hubby and I discovered it before I was a mama, I think it was right before we got married actually. We had an awesome time visiting with Scott and his parents. His dad is the new love of my life, he is so funny and now I know why Scott is so mellow. And of course we had to take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TCkaE93QWHI/AAAAAAAABzw/FKDkEaoWck4/s1600/DSCN4372-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TCkaE93QWHI/AAAAAAAABzw/FKDkEaoWck4/s320/DSCN4372-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was our last chance to catch Scott before he left for back home. Plus his dad had to see me one more time. It was funny seeing Nathan react to him without a white suit or a name tag. Nathan loves to be his own man, so he kept playing with toys while Uncle Scott came to visit. Nichelle was a little shy but really warmed up to our visitors which made me happy. We had time for one more picture before everyone left. I couldn't convice the man of the house to get a picutre. I was like Nathan you're gonna be sad when he leaves. This morning I asked if he like Uncle Scott and he's like "YES!" So that makes me feel better. But this picture makes me laugh. You always need a clown. Can you spot her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TCkbDibEkEI/AAAAAAAABz4/7bttFqtgrm4/s1600/DSCN4447-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TCkbDibEkEI/AAAAAAAABz4/7bttFqtgrm4/s320/DSCN4447-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, my kiddies. Well I love Scott and am so glad he came to visit us. And, before I almost forget! Go Utes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-9090519191840174535?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/9090519191840174535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=9090519191840174535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/9090519191840174535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/9090519191840174535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2010/06/great-visit-this-week.html' title='Great visit this week'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TCkYmVUZkqI/AAAAAAAABzo/9zQb3nXgyHU/s72-c/DSCN0546-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-3900414504087607289</id><published>2010-06-25T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T14:43:48.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>I took a few pictures today and wanted to share them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TCUiN2VCL2I/AAAAAAAABy0/J0WhvY0mvz4/s1600/DSCN4390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TCUiN2VCL2I/AAAAAAAABy0/J0WhvY0mvz4/s320/DSCN4390.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TCUi6WiesUI/AAAAAAAABzA/MfH7mjk4H_8/s1600/DSCN4384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TCUi6WiesUI/AAAAAAAABzA/MfH7mjk4H_8/s320/DSCN4384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-3900414504087607289?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/3900414504087607289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=3900414504087607289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/3900414504087607289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/3900414504087607289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2010/06/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TCUiN2VCL2I/AAAAAAAABy0/J0WhvY0mvz4/s72-c/DSCN4390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-6360264272401104168</id><published>2010-06-21T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:28:51.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babysitting'/><title type='text'>Babysitting</title><content type='html'>When I first found out I was having a girl, I was a hair worried since I was trying to picture what play time would be like. I didn't play with dolls or Barbies when I was younger, just wasn't my thing. I had a few because of Christmas gifts....but I wrote a lot, read books and actually took so many things apart I know I drove my Mother crazy. So here I am...the princess is almost 2, can you believe it. She's really into the mothering role. She always has a baby with her(anything that doesn't have a name....is a baby). Last Saturday I took a few pictures I had to share. The baby pictured here under our care is the Baby Jesus from the Little People Nativity Set. Yes, it's the baby Jesus and the one that cause most contention. He understands, that He's popular in my house, then that's all I can ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TCBIgimwedI/AAAAAAAABwY/3-8noUHogJE/s1600/DSCN4184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TCBIgimwedI/AAAAAAAABwY/3-8noUHogJE/s320/DSCN4184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Where is my baby?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TCBItqE9l1I/AAAAAAAABwg/UX7vdMDVof0/s1600/DSCN4185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TCBItqE9l1I/AAAAAAAABwg/UX7vdMDVof0/s320/DSCN4185.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"That's right, he's sleeping. Shhh"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TCBI5Cqy1SI/AAAAAAAABwo/65oBiVXSplo/s1600/DSCN4198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TCBI5Cqy1SI/AAAAAAAABwo/65oBiVXSplo/s320/DSCN4198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The baby sleeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TCBJPykP03I/AAAAAAAABww/ayKbnUf2qnE/s1600/DSCN4200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TCBJPykP03I/AAAAAAAABww/ayKbnUf2qnE/s320/DSCN4200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Extra security, just in case.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-6360264272401104168?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/6360264272401104168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=6360264272401104168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/6360264272401104168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/6360264272401104168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2010/06/babysitting.html' title='Babysitting'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/TCBIgimwedI/AAAAAAAABwY/3-8noUHogJE/s72-c/DSCN4184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-7670301161016003397</id><published>2010-06-11T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T14:44:43.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thought of this</title><content type='html'>My monsters are running around and I just thought of this right now so I wanted to post it. A few weeks ago we had some family friends visit. Auntie Andrea asked me if I had any more communication with my father since first starting to reconnect with him. I'm sad to report I haven't talked to him on the phone and the letters I have written have gone unanswered. When we moved, it was closer to Seattle, and I got naturally excited of course. I could just make and excuse to look and see where his house is. But then my imagination started to go crazy and I said, what would happen if he saw me? What would I say? "I was just in the neighborhood?" I don't know maybe one day when I am brave but not at the moment. He's got his own life that doesn't include me. And I'm okay with that actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't decided what I'll do next. I really am reaching out so I can really crack down on getting my genealogy started and some what completed. There are so many gaps because I don't have information for his side of the family. I keep getting the feeling, prompting to start doing that. I know my father was the youngest of 9 children so I know if I look the correct way I can find an uncle I have not met before. It's just so interesting cause I don't know that side of the family and am totally unsure of the first initial reaction. I still continually pray for my father. I pray for his happiness, safety and peace in an ever changing world. Most people don't really know how tender my heart is just cause I'm so witty and mellow(or so I've been told). So I actually have a whole treasure trove of tender feelings. Maybe one day when the whole circumstances are where they need to be, we might be able to met. Until then I will keep posting updates. &lt;br /&gt;April&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-7670301161016003397?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/7670301161016003397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=7670301161016003397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/7670301161016003397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/7670301161016003397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-thought-of-this.html' title='Just thought of this'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-641107919406999143</id><published>2010-06-10T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T14:07:29.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June already! That means it's almost birthday time....</title><content type='html'>Yes I am way behind updating our blog, but things have changed so quickly for us. Where do I begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am at a loss as to where to start. We've been in our apartment almost 4 months now. Time has really flown. I still don't know everyone in our new ward, but people are starting to recognize us, which is always nice. It's a very nice ward and there are a lot, I mean a LOT of babies, toddlers, and children. Always like new playmates, so that's nice.This summer should be fun trying to figure out where to have a party, and who to invite. Can you believe it's almost birthday time for my whole, WHOLE household again? Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, my husband graciously volunteered to start traveling for the boss man. What your thinking? I was a little taking back my self. He works for a hot tub company...how can this be? The Economy(I will not get on a soap box) has presented an great opportunity for our family.&amp;nbsp; Although that means my husband will be gone from time to time, he will be able to fix hot tubs in different states where the other company stores have closed. Our first experience with this was past weekend. A quick trip, and maybe a great term for it was dress rehearsal for when he is gone, we missed each other and the kids thought it was a blast having Grandma stay over so much. I am very grateful that my husband is willing to work so much and that I have a chance to stay home and be able to see my children grow so much! I will keep you posted on all the fun, and thank goodness for Skype!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember how long ago I reported that the man of the house was potty training. I thought to myself I'm going to loose my mind, but through prayer(yes I did pray about it) and finally finding a method that seems to be working. It's not perfect yet, of course that's why it's called training. But he does really well when we are out and about. Mom always reminds me that's when you want your kids to behave the most! I first started when we moved in since he seemed to figure out how to take off his diapers. I started with a simple method, then found an eBook that claimed to potty train your child in 3 days. I wasn't looking for a quick fix, just a start point. The first day was good but it was put on hold when the princess had to be taken to the ER. The eBook said don't leave the house during the 3 days of training, but I had to go. Needless to say Nathan got frustrated and even scared of the potty so we took a break for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to report he really enjoys the schedule of going potty with a timer. It's not perfect yet like I said, but he usually has to go potty when the timer goes off. And since he's usually running around the house or playing it reminds him to check and see if he has to go potty at that time. He does EXTREMELY well on our outings and always tells me, Daddy or Grandma when he has to go potty so I am very proud. Especially since we haven't been doing this for very long. Little sister of course wants in on the action, and so I've been letting her wear big girl underwear today. I'm sure I'll be dealing with lots of accidents so they're both training now. But since I started with a boy, I've got lots of practice under my belt about cleaning accidents with two toddlers. I'm in awe of the growth of both my babies and can NOT believe it's almost birthday time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, it's wedding time in the world again and I'm so excited for all my friends making that special sacred commitment. I am not go to all the receptions due to family obligations but I do know that I can send my love to them. I am so happy that there are still those who believe in the wonderful tradition of marriage and raising children with that foundation. Families are very different today then they were....10 years ago let alone when my mother was growing up. But as long as there is a Dad and a Mom who love you then you have a fighting chance in this world!&amp;nbsp; We love everyone and thanks for thinking of us! I will post another entry earlier than a month from now, I promise! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-641107919406999143?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/641107919406999143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=641107919406999143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/641107919406999143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/641107919406999143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-already-that-means-its-almost.html' title='June already! That means it&apos;s almost birthday time....'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-4330498523689873091</id><published>2010-04-27T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T00:02:42.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S9aLlGSRBMI/AAAAAAAABpo/nmJFqsbPcCs/s1600/me+and+mom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S9aLlGSRBMI/AAAAAAAABpo/nmJFqsbPcCs/s400/me+and+mom.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was writing in my journal last night, when I had a moment of reflection in my life. I have been so blessed being raised in the gospel and not having to spend my life looking for it. I can only give credit where it is due, so I give it all to my mother. At the tender age of 13, while reading her favorite Teeny Bopper magazines about The Jackson 5, The Osmonds and so forth she started noticing that these boys from Utah(The Osmonds) always thanked their Heavenly Father. Mom thought, what a great and respectful name for God. Long story short she got more information about the LDS church and through the diligence of the great LDS missionaries my Mother joined the church at 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;How amazing a story, and if you see my Mother please ask her to share, I just gloat when I say the story. So I was just so wrapped up in my own story of greatness and&amp;nbsp; feeling like I will never be able to do anything as great as her. I am glad that she is my mother and the best example of a smart, considerate, spiritual, all around amazing person. I just wanted to share that, nothing too to deep. Just wanted to say that I am very thankful and grateful to my Heavenly Father for granting me to sacred opportunity to&amp;nbsp; be her daughter to be able to learn from her all the days of my life and beyond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-4330498523689873091?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/4330498523689873091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=4330498523689873091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/4330498523689873091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/4330498523689873091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-mom.html' title='My Mom'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S9aLlGSRBMI/AAAAAAAABpo/nmJFqsbPcCs/s72-c/me+and+mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-5295572318757601594</id><published>2010-04-02T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T13:49:12.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why I call my kids Donnie and Marie</title><content type='html'>Just a side note, I love the Osmonds and love that they have lead so many to the LDS church(my mother included) so in my head I am part of their family. I am glad they have each other through this hard time and glad they can be an example to so many! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found out I was having babies back to back I was a)amazed and b) a little unsure of how I would so since I was raised an only child. I was scared actually. I still have on the job training everyday since both my children are still learning their personalities. But every now and then I get to have a show produce by my own Donny and Marie. When the princess was just born I said that to someone and they looked at me like I had committed the worst sin ever by comparing my situtation to the Osmonds, so I tend to keep their "show" nicknames to my self. Just to avoid stepping on any toes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I am so glad my children are such good friends and I pray that they will have a wonderful friendship as they grow together.Last night I was able to spend some time with my Mom&amp;nbsp;helping her work on Good Friday Easter Cookies.&amp;nbsp;I came home and had a show with Donny and Marie as they were thanking me for their cookies from Grandma. Please enjoy!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S7ZXz5ChSYI/AAAAAAAABo4/hxjVOpBUokc/s1600/DSCN3655.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S7ZXz5ChSYI/AAAAAAAABo4/hxjVOpBUokc/s320/DSCN3655.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S7ZX7mXDsyI/AAAAAAAABpA/TQaB6yX9iko/s1600/DSCN3658.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S7ZX7mXDsyI/AAAAAAAABpA/TQaB6yX9iko/s320/DSCN3658.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S7ZYJ0QmAFI/AAAAAAAABpY/E-qwGxZwf48/s1600/DSCN3663.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S7ZYJ0QmAFI/AAAAAAAABpY/E-qwGxZwf48/s320/DSCN3663.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S7ZYNQosHrI/AAAAAAAABpg/0eVf55VAuWQ/s1600/DSCN3672.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S7ZYNQosHrI/AAAAAAAABpg/0eVf55VAuWQ/s320/DSCN3672.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-5295572318757601594?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/5295572318757601594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=5295572318757601594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/5295572318757601594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/5295572318757601594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-why-i-call-my-kids-donnie-and.html' title='This is why I call my kids Donnie and Marie'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S7ZXz5ChSYI/AAAAAAAABo4/hxjVOpBUokc/s72-c/DSCN3655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-7680730507966730204</id><published>2010-03-22T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T14:15:16.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few picutres</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S6fdfzgYvjI/AAAAAAAABmw/sKthDCNPCPE/s1600-h/DSCN3536.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S6fdfzgYvjI/AAAAAAAABmw/sKthDCNPCPE/s320/DSCN3536.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S6fdi7l42XI/AAAAAAAABm4/Y0G2zXMBCmc/s1600-h/RSCN3549.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S6fdi7l42XI/AAAAAAAABm4/Y0G2zXMBCmc/s320/RSCN3549.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wanted to try out the new Easter outfits, so I snapped a few shots. My plan is to get with my Sister(it might have to be after Easter the way things go sometimes) to make sure that Grandma has all the babies in one picture! Please enjoy. Sorry Nichelle's is a tad blurry we were running late to a wedding reception on Saturday! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-7680730507966730204?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/7680730507966730204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=7680730507966730204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/7680730507966730204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/7680730507966730204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2010/03/few-picutres.html' title='A few picutres'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S6fdfzgYvjI/AAAAAAAABmw/sKthDCNPCPE/s72-c/DSCN3536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-7070188172570330809</id><published>2010-03-18T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T12:55:02.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost my birthday!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone it's almost my birthday and I haven't posted an update is soooooooooooooooo long. I just can't believe that we've been in our new place a month. Things have so flown by. I've been wrapped up trying to get the big man to sit long enough to go potty on the potty chair. Last week we started a "3 day program" on Wednesday. I found it online(it was a e-book)so I was pretty happy with the ideas in the program.&amp;nbsp;Mr. Nate&amp;nbsp;did wonderful the first day. He sat on the potty and went 4 times. That night the princess got sick(I'll get into later on) and so things quickly changed. The next two days was pretty much a loss so he got tired and pretty much fed up trying to go potty. So we're taking a break from that program and just pretty much trying to go potty on a schedule for now. I'll keep you posted. He's pretty much his own man and enjoys sitting on the potty...but as for going potty we'll that's another story. We're only a week into everything so I'm not rushing anything. As long as he get the idea that's all I'm cheering for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said last Wednesday(the 10th) the princess was way sick. I wasn't sure what was going on since I was just starting to potty train big bro. She was fine during the morning but as the day went on all she wanted to do was sleep. I was okay with that since she's getting in molars and all sorts of teeth at the same time. She's almost got her full set now with all the teething she's been doing lately. I noticed she had a fever around 6 that evening. And after having their afternoon snack I felt okay giving her something. She quickly fell asleep on our little chair and slept there till it was time for big bro to go to bed. WE did our bedtime routine and got the house calmed down blah blah. My husband felt something wasn't right and around 2 went to Walgreens to get some Motrin and ask some medical advice. The nurse said we need to take her into the er. Thank goodness we moved and we have two options for er's. Valley Medical and Auburn General. I choose Valley Medical and was able to get there no time flat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S6KFDkpAIYI/AAAAAAAABlo/YckOHcsIGTg/s1600-h/DSCN3433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S6KFDkpAIYI/AAAAAAAABlo/YckOHcsIGTg/s320/DSCN3433.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After who long at this big ol' place and Jelly Bean having a temp of 102.4 we found out she just had a virus and would be fine. We spent maybe 3 hours just sitting to see the dr. and then probably 2 1/2 waiting to leave after the test. The took a blood sample and a urine sample from the princess which was probably harder on me since I had to hold her down the whole time. All the nurses were so surprise at how strong she is. I kept trying to explain how active big bro is at home and they seemed to understand. So this last week has been trying to get everyone better and healthy again. I'm glad that we were able to find out what was wrong. Grandma came over later that day, and even though I had hardly no sleep I still wanted to stay up and take care of the kids of course. So, that's been my only "excitement" so to speak. It's almost Easter and everyone has their outfits so I will post pictures of that in a few days! Happy almost birthday to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-7070188172570330809?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/7070188172570330809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=7070188172570330809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/7070188172570330809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/7070188172570330809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2010/03/almost-my-birthday.html' title='Almost my birthday!'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S6KFDkpAIYI/AAAAAAAABlo/YckOHcsIGTg/s72-c/DSCN3433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-6348074434435610588</id><published>2010-02-11T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T14:31:52.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE ARE HERE!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, this is my first post from our new apartment! I know that I am just as surprised as you reading this since we had a projected move in date of the 15th. We've offically been here since Tuesday night. We got the keys to the apartment on the first but I had been downsizing and things for a few months now. Through some sadness, lots of madness and the help of family and friends we are here! There's just some cleaning left to do at the Townhouse but everything we have is here in the new apartment which is just amazing. At times, I will admit it was hard packing with two very active curious children, but I'm sure everyone was praying for me since we are all here and in one piece.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new apartment has lots of room for the babies to run around, a laundry room so I can do my chores at night with sleeping babies and a bigger kitchen. Everything is bigger which is nice with two activie monsters running around.I am glad we waitied to move(much to the dismay of my husband). But this way he was able to help move the boxes I spent most of the day packing with very active help! WE are all in one piece and the kids are getting used to everything. Still exploring everything. I am very excited to be able to add our personal touch to the apartment and make this our home. I've got a kitchen that has room for both of my sous chefs so I'm sure they will be excited about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S3SD99SKiLI/AAAAAAAABg4/datHRxuI0UU/s1600-h/DSCN3198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S3SD99SKiLI/AAAAAAAABg4/datHRxuI0UU/s320/DSCN3198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Last night was SpongeBob SquarePants night in our house. After our first offical bath in our new apartment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-6348074434435610588?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/6348074434435610588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=6348074434435610588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/6348074434435610588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/6348074434435610588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-are-here.html' title='WE ARE HERE!'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S3SD99SKiLI/AAAAAAAABg4/datHRxuI0UU/s72-c/DSCN3198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-8214161998359954497</id><published>2010-02-11T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T14:04:48.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted to share these</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S3HP1D0ulCI/AAAAAAAABf4/Huhq6ms7dbU/s1600-h/DSCN3159-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S3HP1D0ulCI/AAAAAAAABf4/Huhq6ms7dbU/s320/DSCN3159-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have a quick moment, while packing the upstairs of my house to write a few words. I took some pictures of Nichelle on Sunday while she was in the most darling outfit ever! A very nice lady from Lincoln Ward(Carolyn Marriot) bought this for Nichelle back when she was just a wee babe. I couldn't wait to have her try it on. And of course since I had a grand opportunity to downsize recently, I found this gem again and we graced everyone at church Sunday. Sorry for the messy house, but it was fun chasing her around(her favorite form of exercise)before we left for church! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S3HOasppdMI/AAAAAAAABfY/2Ue1iqYYaLI/s1600-h/DSCN3157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S3HOasppdMI/AAAAAAAABfY/2Ue1iqYYaLI/s320/DSCN3157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S3R-j_AzqkI/AAAAAAAABgY/8DBY0_TQB9Q/s1600-h/DSCN3169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S3R-j_AzqkI/AAAAAAAABgY/8DBY0_TQB9Q/s320/DSCN3169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-8214161998359954497?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/8214161998359954497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=8214161998359954497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/8214161998359954497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/8214161998359954497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2010/02/wanted-to-share-these.html' title='Wanted to share these'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S3HP1D0ulCI/AAAAAAAABf4/Huhq6ms7dbU/s72-c/DSCN3159-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-1602695552220956717</id><published>2010-02-03T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T17:52:50.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>While I was packing yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S2ooXMXjUQI/AAAAAAAABcY/_OllnBgqIRo/s1600-h/DSCN3140-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S2ooXMXjUQI/AAAAAAAABcY/_OllnBgqIRo/s400/DSCN3140-1.JPG" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The big man of the house loves boxes! What kid doesn't, but I had to take this picture last night as I was starting to box a few things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-1602695552220956717?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/1602695552220956717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=1602695552220956717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/1602695552220956717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/1602695552220956717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2010/02/while-i-was-packing-yesterday.html' title='While I was packing yesterday'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S2ooXMXjUQI/AAAAAAAABcY/_OllnBgqIRo/s72-c/DSCN3140-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-15689470051552596</id><published>2010-01-23T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T02:31:10.102-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conan O&apos;Brien'/><title type='text'>Goodnight Mr. O'Brien</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S1rIj4GUd1I/AAAAAAAABaA/dsTP6GlpD-U/s1600-h/mikemitchell_conan_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S1rIj4GUd1I/AAAAAAAABaA/dsTP6GlpD-U/s400/mikemitchell_conan_500.jpg" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I feel so odd writing something for my dear friend Coco and it's only been a few months since he started the Tonight Show. My previous post was saying my mix of joy and sadness of the switch of host on The Tonight Show. And now, after 2 weeks of drama and switching host and time slots was just almost too much for me to handle. When the rumor was first going around that Jay Leno was getting his 11:35 spot back, I kind of said "Why I watch Jay at 10...what's the problem?"But I'm just a 20 something girl who's a night owl. And the fighting started, they were mention the "negotiations" on the evening news. When it got to that point, I knew it was for real. So I started to mentally preparing my self for the switch for Jay to be at 11...Conan later blah blah. Suddenly, Coco out of no where and says "No, NBC I'm not moving". I know most of you know the details, even if you don't stay up late so I won't post them here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Conan's final show tonight. I was expecting laughs, but I wasn't expecting the tender vulnerable feelings that were shown. I cried. I've had a super man crush on Conan for such a long time and to just see him work very hard to have to extra exciting chair on The Tonight Show, it was just perfect for him and I! The show started funny, and ended with a ubber funny rendition of "Free Bird" via Will Ferrel on a few special guests. His final "conversation" that we had was so emotional for me. He started talking about his career and growing into the great genius he is, because of NBC. And now, like some of the relationships in our lives, it was coming to and end. I saw my hero with tears in his eyes....holding back applause from the audience so he could control his emotions as he asked the fans to not be bitter towards anyone(namely NBC or Jay Leno) and not be cynical. A fantastic final monologue, mixed with raw emotion, wisdom, and just a beautiful exit from a handsome funny man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conan, I know you'll never read this but I think you're great and wonderful and I can't wait to figure out what you'll do next. Until next time "We're gonna have a great time on TV tonight...stay tuned!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-15689470051552596?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/15689470051552596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=15689470051552596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/15689470051552596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/15689470051552596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodnight-mr-obrien.html' title='Goodnight Mr. O&apos;Brien'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S1rIj4GUd1I/AAAAAAAABaA/dsTP6GlpD-U/s72-c/mikemitchell_conan_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-3506273647815436486</id><published>2010-01-21T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T11:45:09.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Update</title><content type='html'>*This is as of Tuesday, January 19, 2010*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone, what a year it has been already in my household. Back this summer our little family started apartment hunting. I was sad cause I love my family ward, I really can't stand moving and at that time Dad was working a million hours at work during the summer. I know there are a million single mom's who move their who households and I truly applaud them...but I didn't have a car during the summer since he&amp;nbsp;using that for work. Things are still a little cloudy since the car is still in the shop. When we had the cold snap for a while I&amp;nbsp;guess the auto body shop decided it was to cold to&amp;nbsp;work on any car(I don't blame them it was freezing!) So I'm hoping that everything works out for the best with the car so we can have that as we're making the big move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next place for our residence is.......Kent. I've never lived there before, so this will be exciting and scary for me.&amp;nbsp;The Diva is almost nursery age(18months) but&amp;nbsp;with this move, I'm not sure how easy that transition will be. The Prince of course loves nursery, a great chance to get some energy out, have a snack and play with the friends we've made at church. Who knows if he's listening to the lesson that is taught but I know he enjoys his little time with his friends. I will make sure to take pictures when we get settled in and I know that everyone thinks about us and will be sending us prayers. I'm doing alot of downsizing these next few weeks. As sad as the earthquake in Haiti was and is, this is a great oppourtunity for me to give some clothes and bed supplies(blankets, sheets etc) to some great organizations. I'm just suprirsed at Heavenly Father's timing sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are many of you who read my blog that we visit with on from time to time and we will make sure to continue that tradition. My kids love new places to run around. I will post a new update in a few weeks. Thanks for the good luck and prayers everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-3506273647815436486?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/3506273647815436486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=3506273647815436486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/3506273647815436486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/3506273647815436486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2010/01/hunter-family-update.html' title='Family Update'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-5238369083839132973</id><published>2010-01-14T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T14:16:14.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking non stop</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago I had a new post about the whole communication intrest in my house. Most of the day I am talking like an adult to &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt; little people who seem to know what they are saying and look at me why I can't understand them. I will say it's gettting better, but there are still some conversations that are totally clueless. The diva(as I call her) responds like a sponge to sign language and in recent weeks just picks things up so fast, I'm thinking of getting a book so I can teach her a new sign once a week. She really enjoys it and like the interaction of showing you the sign so you can understand what she wants or is saying. She is always saying new words, running around the house and becoming more people friendly. Still not a fan of big crowds, but if you come over my house and it's just you and another person she seems to be okay with that. (No more than 5 people in your party please then the diva comes out!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the Prince in the house...I wasn't to sure about him, he was more into phrases rather than just single words. Which is good, I have two kids I can have two different learning styles.I bought the Leap Frog dvd and that's been a fun introduction to the Alphabet. I've really enjoyed his attention being on that for 28 minutes(not like I know how long the dvd is). All of a sudden...he's been saying numbers, new words and looking at me like "Why aren't you keeping up." He's been doing an amazing job listening and helping with household chores. I know this may be boring to you, but it's a huge booster for me. I admit I was comparing my children to other people and just saying"Why don't I have a son who enjoys sitting down at church" or "Why isn't he talking like others(that's my husband's question not mine, I swear!)But as Grandma reminds me all the time, we learn at our own pace and as long as I get the just of what he's saying we'll be in business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also seems to be the year of new babies for just about everyone I know! Exciting yes, but I don't have 6 arms so I can make enough baby blankets. And it seems everyone is due at the same time of course! My cousin had her baby a few weeks early&amp;nbsp;but we're having a family dinner in a couple of weeks so I still have time to make the blanket. I feel very blessed to have a great family that is learning and growing! Talk to everyone soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-5238369083839132973?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/5238369083839132973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=5238369083839132973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/5238369083839132973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/5238369083839132973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2010/01/talking-non-stop.html' title='Talking non stop'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-9020462728058719561</id><published>2010-01-05T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T13:03:54.101-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>Hello 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S0OpJHmPX4I/AAAAAAAABYw/kstY42tM1TI/s1600-h/DSCN2896.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S0OpJHmPX4I/AAAAAAAABYw/kstY42tM1TI/s320/DSCN2896.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hi everyone. I didn't want to bore you all with pictures from our Christmas. I will tell you the N-Twins got A LOT! Our toy chest gets bigger by the day. I was a bad girl and didn't take&amp;nbsp; any pictures of me on Christmas...oopppss. Sorry. But I did take this picture and I love it because I rarely get pictures of my hubby with the kids. He says he doesn't like cameras. So this is my favorite picture of the new year. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-9020462728058719561?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/9020462728058719561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=9020462728058719561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/9020462728058719561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/9020462728058719561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-2010.html' title='Hello 2010!'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/S0OpJHmPX4I/AAAAAAAABYw/kstY42tM1TI/s72-c/DSCN2896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-3932544718768504855</id><published>2009-12-28T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T12:54:55.479-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Update for the last week of 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SzkaWvin2jI/AAAAAAAABXY/U1YzvAxAwbc/s1600-h/DSCN2916.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SzkaWvin2jI/AAAAAAAABXY/U1YzvAxAwbc/s320/DSCN2916.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What a year it has been for my little family. At this time last year, I had one walking and a 4 month old little girl and now I have two little adults in my house. We went to the doctor last Tuesday, and they had their&amp;nbsp;flu shot. What a great Christmas gift from me right? But with us not having a car at the moment...I had to take advantage of Mom having the day off. And having an extra set of hands to comfort babies(after holding them down for the shot!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Getting ready for Christmas was crazy for me making homemade gifts. I was either knitting or crocheting like a mad person. I started a blanket for my cousin who is due with her second son early January, but I wasn't able to finish it for Christmas. But just working on the blanket and finishing the project is a great feeling for me. I promise she'll have the blanket before the hospital. She(my cousin) did recieve the hat and matching scarf I made for her. It was really cute and I completely forgot to take a picture of it after it was done. But I got one of her after she opened the gift on Thursday night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SzkavnyGNgI/AAAAAAAABXg/iIuoX5OKZXM/s1600-h/DSCN2898.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SzkavnyGNgI/AAAAAAAABXg/iIuoX5OKZXM/s400/DSCN2898.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Christmas was a blast at our house. I got the kids up earlier than usual. WE had a late night, traveling home from Renton where my aunt lives and with Grandma spending the night the kids just didn't want to go to sleep. But I got them to sleep. And I'm glad that they racked in everything in the world it seems like. Somehow, someone was good at the last mintue I'm sure. No, I have two wonderful children who are healthy, active and learing to explore the world. I started off the month of December reading the book of Luke, and we got pretty far actually. But I&amp;nbsp;started&amp;nbsp;staying up late and waking up early to do my crafts and got behind. Since my husband and I are still newlyweds(which seems funny to say after having two children in three years) we're still trying new things to make our family tradtions for the holidays. I'm excited for the years to come and for the great opportunity to create new memories and tradtions for our family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The Elders in our ward came over to use our phones and call their families. After two hours of catching up with everyone. They had to leave(or so they said!) to have some district time with the rest of the Elders. I&amp;nbsp;was glad our house could be AT&amp;amp;T for the evening and that they could call home for the precious time to them. After they left we had a great dinner, with a nummy Cheesecake I made for dessert. I am so happy to acknowledge my husband has a wonderful job and is able to provide for&amp;nbsp;us, so we had a very blessed holiday indoors with warmth, food and plenty of love. Did I mention food? We had snacks on hand for the missionaries and of course Christmas candy was still in our house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I can't believe it's time to start making those goals for the upcoming year. I hadn't even thought about it until a friend as what we're doing for next year. I'd love to be able to get some sleep at night, and not worry about the dishes downstairs. Ohh I should mention this just to be fair to my husband, he wants to move into a bigger place. I'd love to stay in Tacoma, close to mom, and he wants to be closer to work. WE will see what happens with that, I will keep you posted. I'm exicted to see the growth of my children, the happiness of my family and just the change in the seasons for next year. We wish everyone a Merry Christmas, a Happy New Year and we can't wait to see you if we haven't come to visit yet! Untill next year(or I get time to write again....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-3932544718768504855?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/3932544718768504855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=3932544718768504855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/3932544718768504855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/3932544718768504855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/12/update-for-last-week-of-2009.html' title='Update for the last week of 2009!'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SzkaWvin2jI/AAAAAAAABXY/U1YzvAxAwbc/s72-c/DSCN2916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-2838228418136382432</id><published>2009-11-30T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T13:26:32.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to Christmas</title><content type='html'>I am so excited for Christmas. But I need a great idea for our Christmas tree. I've got a few bouncing around in my head so I will keep everyone posted on what we will finally present in our little home. Since this is my weekly update what else can I say. Ohh, please keep my dear husband in mind. He was in a minor car accident yesterday, which really sent my blood pressure all over the place. I was so worried but thank goodness he's fine. Sore stiff neck, back a little sore too, the normal which is good. And he's still clean shaven at the moment which is terribly handsome in my book. For a while he had a goatee, which looked really nice and I kept it up for him about 6 weeks. Then when I was about to shave him, he trimmed everything down....the goatee was gone! I enjoy giving my husband a shave. He doesn't really enjoy shaving, and I like making him feel good so shaving is a nice bonding moment for us. He's so blonde it takes a while for a mustache to show up, but once it does it's nice untill hairs start to hurt my face. Like you watned to know that. I guess I'm just more mindful of my hubby today cause of what happened last night. I will keep everyone posted about our little Christmas tree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-2838228418136382432?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/2838228418136382432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=2838228418136382432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/2838228418136382432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/2838228418136382432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/11/countdown-to-christmas.html' title='Countdown to Christmas'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-8446239026112042217</id><published>2009-11-25T13:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T13:51:23.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Season 9 Winner Donny Osmond!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Sw2igvm95aI/AAAAAAAABQs/o3K_5kSSoCk/s1600/Donny+Osmond.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Sw2igvm95aI/AAAAAAAABQs/o3K_5kSSoCk/s400/Donny+Osmond.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am a huge fan of Dancing with the Stars. It's one of my favorite shows. I started watching when&amp;nbsp;I moved in with my auntie back in 2005. I can't believe the show has been on that long, but it's charming and I usually know the stars who are in the cast each season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very excited when I learned about that cast of this season. I will admit I made fun of Donny Osmond, but I can do that. My mom and I are part of the Osmond family, you didn't know that huh? A few years ago(my mom is only 28)she was really touched by these boys from Utah and started reading their interviews in the different teen magazines. She was very impressed they said 'Heavenly Father' not 'God' and really enjoyed talking about their family so much. Long story short it's how my mom found the church, so we are Osmonds. I knew Donny had the charm, knowledge about dancing and fan base to stay on the show for a while, but I was very surprised he made it to last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bad girl. I cheated and looked online about 9, trying to find the results of the show. I couldn't wait for the west coast showing of the Season 9 Finale. I just had to know who was going to be the new champ. All day I thought it was going to be Mya, who's a knockout if I say my self, somehow those Osmond fans pulled through. And now Mr. Osmond has that huge silver shinny trophy. When will I get my call for being on the show? I'll just email my number to ABC after they are done cleaning up after Adam Lambert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-8446239026112042217?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/8446239026112042217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=8446239026112042217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/8446239026112042217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/8446239026112042217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='Season 9 Winner Donny Osmond!'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Sw2igvm95aI/AAAAAAAABQs/o3K_5kSSoCk/s72-c/Donny+Osmond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-4895556652746440843</id><published>2009-11-17T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:33:46.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who will talk first?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SwMh6hdUaNI/AAAAAAAABQk/0_k64tvy0bw/s1600/100_5937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SwMh6hdUaNI/AAAAAAAABQk/0_k64tvy0bw/s320/100_5937.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405201267072198866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SwMgV__SrQI/AAAAAAAABQc/hxyrLsjEKyo/s1600/DSCN2485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SwMgV__SrQI/AAAAAAAABQc/hxyrLsjEKyo/s320/DSCN2485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405199540100967682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the battle of the wills in my house. I have two kids who babble and slip in English, Spanish, and other languages I've ever heard. Last night Grandma was over and she thinks that Nichelle will beat out Nathan in speaking so we can understand stand him. Nathan is doing really well with sign language and he's really big into phrases(What's that? Who's that? Oh no...uh oh...ect)so I thought he's be more into understandable conversation by now. The sign language has really been a blessing for both he and I. I'm learning a new language and he's able to tell me basic things that he needs/wants. Nichelle has started to pick up a few of the signs and so that makes things a little more calm at times. Nichelle does talk in paragraphs in her own language and I'm just waiting for the day when it's something I recognize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems everyone in the house has a love affair with the mouse. My husband loves video games and the kids get free long distance talking to someone, who knows who. I've enjoyed listening to them talk to one another, and I'm sure they plan some kind of a take over that will happen any day now. Nichelle seems to talk the most between the two of them and Nathan seems to take action from the plan. I'll keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-4895556652746440843?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/4895556652746440843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=4895556652746440843' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/4895556652746440843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/4895556652746440843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-will-talk-first.html' title='Who will talk first?'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SwMh6hdUaNI/AAAAAAAABQk/0_k64tvy0bw/s72-c/100_5937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-1570596432256782964</id><published>2009-11-10T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:06:28.427-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family history'/><title type='text'>I'm Applying for the Generations Project</title><content type='html'>I was watching General Conference Saturday morning(October 3,2009)and there was a program that came on as a sneak peek. It was called the Generations Project. It was a compelling story of a girl who is of Jewish Descent trying to find more information about her family and where they came from. It followed her journey going to Elis Island and meeting people who worked with her Grandmother. I was really impressed with the production of the show. They interviewed this young lady and really caputured her strong desire to know her roots. I didn't really think much about the show until Sunday when I was praying and getting ready to go to the Lakewood Stake Conference. By the way I met L. Tom Perry(yeah!). And I saw a commerical about the BYU channel taking new applications for this show. I was already so pumped to be about to go to conference but I said to my self...if I don't write these people an email. I just finished about an hour ago. I have done nothing but pray that someone will understand my growning strong desire to find out who I am(at least on my dad's side!) Everyone cross your fingers for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-1570596432256782964?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/1570596432256782964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=1570596432256782964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/1570596432256782964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/1570596432256782964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-applying-for-generations-project.html' title='I&apos;m Applying for the Generations Project'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-8730481196483889964</id><published>2009-11-03T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T12:48:44.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The music of my life</title><content type='html'>First, I must say a heartfelt apology to all of your who read this and find me talking about music all the time. My poor children somehow put up with it and so I think everyone else can too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole entire life has been surrounded with music. That part in Mr. Holland's Opus when he and his wife are sitting on the ground, headphones in hand placing it in range of the baby's ears is how I picture my mom before I was born. My early years of my musical life were filled with that great genre of soft rock songs of the 80's, Michael Jackson of course and a great foundation in LDS Hymns. When I was old enough to decide what instrument to try and learn in the 4th grade I choose the clarinet. Not a good choice, but I can still play Hot Cross Buns. 5th grade rolled around and somehow I convinced my mom violin was for me! All 25 girls in the class but it was for me! During those early orchestra days, my teacher asked for volunteers about the cello. This thing was huge had low notes....nah not for me. But like I said 25 kids...everyone wanting the violin. I said hey why not. And thus began my love affair with the cello and everything that goes with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played cello all the way through high school. My teacher Mrs. Nancy Dosch, I think is an angel. I have been in love with her and that short hair cut of hers for as long as I can remember. She always thought I had great musical talent, and should have private lessons. Although being an only child people believe you get EVERYTHING you want....private lessons wasn't going to happen. I'm sure we could have found a way(Mrs. Dosch told me of a scholarship program) but I didn't think I was talented enough to take that journey. I was lucky to be able to rent a cello all those years and I can fondly remember playing cello in the summers awaiting the school year so I could start playing again. When my mom was married to her last husband I got some fantastic instruments as Christmas gifts. Including a cello. When we move from this nice little townhouse we have....I've made a resolve to start playing again. I know I'll be horrible but hey at least I can try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking to my self about the struggle I had learning that this way going to be my talent through the LDS church and the rest of my life. My mother has shared with me a few times that my father has a wonderful natural talent for music. He took piano for a few years and played organ in church until he left. Learning this, and having my tender hurt feelings about his absence only fueled my distaste for knowing some day I might play piano like him. I know those of you who know I can play are like"April you have talent, stop complaining..." but for how sad I was about his not being there...blah blah it was hard realizing that I might one day play in church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I claim no talent what so ever on piano or organ. I've struggled, prayed and cried in public at those two powerful instruments. If anything I play is able to be sang too, I give all credit to Heavenly Father. I had to try really hard to ask for forgiveness in being so selfish as not wanting to explore the natural talent my mom was able to see in me. I think Heavenly Father has been gracious enough to acknowledge my journey numerous times in my life, but I think my most favorite example happened on Sunday. I think I am a super UBER FAN of Music and the Spoken Word. If I don't see it, I go crazy. Of course I want to play that beautiful grand Tabernacle Organ one day...but that's a different story. I was getting everyone ready for church when I noticed something. Nathan was listening to the song, he was swaying to the music...always on beat of course. He was just looking at the tv, there was a point in the song were is was getting quiet to add drama to the end of some phrase. Somehow Nathan could sense that and started to conduct it. He turned his hands over and lowered them as if he was conducting the choir. I am still in shock. And as the music start to get louder again, he turned he hands palm side up and started "conducting" the music again to make a grand crescendo. I tear up thinking that he can sense music like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad I can praise Heavenly Father through music and be able to find reverent Hymns to express those sacred feelings I feel for him and His beautiful son. I'm so selfish and say that if someone wrote a song about me, like they do for Jesus...I wouldn't let anyone touch me cause I would be FANTASTIC! And then Sunday happened and I was speechless. Just able to praise the creator of our bodies, the ears we hear with and our eyes to see with my little mini me; it is and was and always will be AWESOME! I can't wait to encourage my kids to sing and to play instruments and dance for our Father who is in Heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-8730481196483889964?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/8730481196483889964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=8730481196483889964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/8730481196483889964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/8730481196483889964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/11/music-of-my-life.html' title='The music of my life'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-6555643776923868121</id><published>2009-10-27T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T13:27:11.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Housewives of Atlanta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SudCCbNIVMI/AAAAAAAABP4/rWLBh9qsm9M/s1600-h/real_housewives_of_atlanta_season_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397355287856829634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SudCCbNIVMI/AAAAAAAABP4/rWLBh9qsm9M/s400/real_housewives_of_atlanta_season_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like admitting that I watch reality TV but I can't live without this show. I just sit there and watch, get mad like the rest of the normal wives and moms who watch. I sit there and actually say out loud "If I had that kind of money I certainly wouldn't act like that." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write about a journey that one of the Housewives is taking. Her name is NeNe Leaks(she's standing in the back on the left). She's a tall, outspoken woman who doesn't take drama from anyone but is the first to start it. So funny to watch her at times. Last season during the taping of the show NeNe received a letter from a family member stating that her father wasn't her father at all. This of course was a huge surprise to NeNe. Her mother in no longer living so she couldn't ask for details. A paternity test later and it was in fact revealed that the man she knew as her father(a man named Curtis) is not her biological father. I know that had to be hard for her. At the end of Season 1(last year) she said that Curtis would always be her dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This season NeNe has been writing a book(it was just released)a memoir of her life so she has some opportunities to reflect on this missing part of her life. Her need to know who is her actually father. When she started searching for answers is when I started mine, so I really connected with the feelings she had. In the season finale she related to her husband how she, her uncle and the author of memoir had met at the home of her mother in Athens, Ga. This has was a vacation home for her Mother who only came to visit NeNe during the summer months. This reflective trip reminded NeNe of her mother's remarriage and how she was raised by an aunt. While traveling back home to Atlanta, this new man(Allen) called her uncle, claiming he was in fact the biological father of NeNe and wanted to met her. I was scared and surprised for her. She said an explosion of emotions hit her as they started towards the apartment of this mystery man. She in fact met him and he said she looked like her mother. In my opinion he was very cold, and bold with her saying he doesn't want to see that many people again(the author and the uncle) but didn't mind starting a relationship with NeNe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After relating all this to her husband(Greg) he very strong opposed her trying to connect with this new man claiming to be her father. He said she is not emotionally strong enough to be taken on a wild goose chase. He said he wouldn't support her if she kept in contact with Allen. I felt ther pain of being told no support from the man who has supported her through everything. To date, or at least the end of the show, Nene didn't call Allen again and she was finishing her book. I couldn't believe the emotional pull I felt watching this but I'm on the same journey. To date, my dad hasn't called back after a month and I'm not sure he will. I got a great suggestion of writing him every month with questions about his family, his childhood and different details that will help in my start with family history. I had a dream a few weeks ago that I went to where he was born, Douglas, Ga; to look into this small town and see where he grew up. I don't know if I'd ever be able to do that just cause I have no idea where to begin or where I'd start. But Heavenly Father gave us minds and the technology to able to find those needed details so I will do what I can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish NeNe luck in her search for her father and I wish me the patience and touch of reality I need to understand where my father is. Talk to everyone soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-6555643776923868121?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/6555643776923868121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=6555643776923868121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/6555643776923868121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/6555643776923868121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/10/real-housewives-of-atlanta.html' title='The Real Housewives of Atlanta'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SudCCbNIVMI/AAAAAAAABP4/rWLBh9qsm9M/s72-c/real_housewives_of_atlanta_season_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-6058098703720857830</id><published>2009-10-14T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T18:52:56.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know I don't post pictures of me very often but when I got the camera back I had to get used to the settings again. These are a few of the fun pictures we took around the house&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/StZ-mPMTcpI/AAAAAAAABOU/O-_-A-bRzQI/s1600-h/DSCN2259.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392636799201014418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/StZ-mPMTcpI/AAAAAAAABOU/O-_-A-bRzQI/s320/DSCN2259.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/StZ_Zq2scII/AAAAAAAABOk/1YRsOneUT38/s1600-h/DSCN2233.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392637682799898754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/StZ_Zq2scII/AAAAAAAABOk/1YRsOneUT38/s320/DSCN2233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I of course had to include some of the babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/StZ_snqHmaI/AAAAAAAABOs/SVNIYRDqE_0/s1600-h/DSCN2293.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392638008359360930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/StZ_snqHmaI/AAAAAAAABOs/SVNIYRDqE_0/s320/DSCN2293.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/StaAGnmtEPI/AAAAAAAABO0/AeAhusDf-ts/s1600-h/DSCN2356.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392638455021637874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/StaAGnmtEPI/AAAAAAAABO0/AeAhusDf-ts/s320/DSCN2356.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-6058098703720857830?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/6058098703720857830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=6058098703720857830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/6058098703720857830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/6058098703720857830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/10/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/StZ-mPMTcpI/AAAAAAAABOU/O-_-A-bRzQI/s72-c/DSCN2259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-2025864331315414630</id><published>2009-10-10T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T14:44:24.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanted to write some feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been thinking about how to write this post for a few days now. I think it's because I still don't know what's going on or how to feel about it exactly, so I will just start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear Mother met my dad right before leaving for her mission to Switzerland. Long story short of course they got married and had me almost a year later. Sadly, they did not stay married for long. I grew up with love and support for my mom's side of the family. You know how people say "Once in a blue moon" when something rare happens. Seeing my dad for his weekend visit was much more rare than a blue moon. And then nothing from him again. For years...I was curious of how to find him. I am still am to tell you the truth. I look just like him, so I would be able to recognize him right away, but would I be able to keep my emotions in check?. I am proud to say in the last few years I have really tried my best to forgive him and to see the situation from his point of view. I have come to a point where I am able to say I do love my dad and I wish that he were a part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think back to my growing up in the LDS church as very interesting since I didn't have a father who was around. The church has such a strong desire for everyone to have a family. A mom dad and children to call their own. I had a great mother, I have a great mother. I had wonderful fill in men(home teachers....so do you home teaching young men!)who took me to daddy/daughter dances and activities but of course it's not the same. I've always wanted a dad to call my own. To know that sacred relationship. I'm so glad my children have a wonderful dad in their lives. It makes me very happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I became a parent I had this idea, which became a knowing that ultimately became a passion to find my dad and to let him know that he in fact has grandchildren. I was unsure of how to find him. Call all the Danny Wilcox's in the phonebook? No. My mom didn't know where he was, so I was kind of out of luck. Around March of this year, I had this burning to start my genealogy. It was so strong I knew I had to start. I don't have much information from my father's side of the family so I was once again stuck. But I had prayed and knew that if I did all I could the Lord would do the rest. I am still trying to do my family history work like a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On vacation, we were sitting down to dinner at Mo's when I heard the phone ring. I didn't know who's number it was so I didn't answer the phone. Something told me to listen to the voice mail. It was my dad calling to say he had received the letter I wrote to him a week earlier. I found a few addresses for him and just decided to write the first one(and if that didn't work I was going to move on to the next address etc). I was so in shocked I almost cried right there. I was very nervous to call him back and when we got home a few days later I did. I followed up my original letter with another one. This had some pictures of my family and just explaining my sudden attempts at communication with him. I've been praying for him and me that we'll be able to have some kind of relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date it's been two weeks since he called and I haven't heard from him since. I have to admit I really thought he would be a little comfortable at the chance to talk to me since I made it clear I'm not after money. I do have his address so I can send him additional information about the family. And hopefully I can get the information I need to start doing my family history. I am thankful to all my friends via Facebook and Twitter(okay only one person on twitter) who have been really supportive as I start this journey. Last Sunday was hard for me since I still haven't received a phone call. But I know I did a good thing by letting him know about his grandchildren. I just hope I can get some information so I can get to the temple! :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-2025864331315414630?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/2025864331315414630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=2025864331315414630' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/2025864331315414630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/2025864331315414630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wanted-to-write-some-feelings.html' title='I wanted to write some feelings'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-563438564815382375</id><published>2009-10-09T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T14:04:14.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got my camera back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Ss-hkjkIJDI/AAAAAAAABNk/V3_yxQ-HgzM/s1600-h/DSCN2240.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/_z2us-2az4yg/Ss-hkjkIJDI/AAAAAAAABNk/V3_yxQ-HgzM/s400/DSCN2240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390704928379905074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got my camera back after being gone from us for about two weeks. Right after we left the pizza place in Castle Rock, WA coming home from vacation. The camera was dropped. I was glad Jordan got insurance and that the memory card wasn't damaged. It was very apparent to me I take pictures every day or other day, but when you've got Grandparents that live in Alaska, you have to take pictures all the time. That, and I'm really wanting to get more into this hobby of digital photography it's fun. Anyways I took this picture on Wednesday night. Doesn't Nathan look like a missionary doing a service project minus the pacifier of course! Talk to everyone soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-563438564815382375?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/563438564815382375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=563438564815382375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/563438564815382375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/563438564815382375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/10/got-my-camera-back.html' title='Got my camera back!'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Ss-hkjkIJDI/AAAAAAAABNk/V3_yxQ-HgzM/s72-c/DSCN2240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-2677771696730639984</id><published>2009-10-07T12:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:59:33.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>I'm posting this for Auntie Andrea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SszzEhvoF1I/AAAAAAAAAVw/3H2ExtclyDk/s1600-h/DSCN0155.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/_z2us-2az4yg/SszzEhvoF1I/AAAAAAAAAVw/3H2ExtclyDk/s400/DSCN0155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389950113158797138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the phone the other day with Auntie Andrea and she said everyone is always in the pictures but not me. So this is for her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-2677771696730639984?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/2677771696730639984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=2677771696730639984' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/2677771696730639984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/2677771696730639984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-posting-this-for-auntie-andrea.html' title='I&apos;m posting this for Auntie Andrea'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SszzEhvoF1I/AAAAAAAAAVw/3H2ExtclyDk/s72-c/DSCN0155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-8941973582852518631</id><published>2009-10-03T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:55:59.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh oh</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to write that we're back and things are back pretty much back to normal. Although now that I've been on a quick trip with my children I'm ready to go again. Look at where we stayed.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SsemKVof2wI/AAAAAAAAAVI/KINIt63P104/s1600-h/DSCN1974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SsemKVof2wI/AAAAAAAAAVI/KINIt63P104/s320/DSCN1974.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388458175707994882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Ssemkz9UfUI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Z9-eQLBPgYw/s1600-h/DSCN1975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Ssemkz9UfUI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Z9-eQLBPgYw/s320/DSCN1975.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388458630524992834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Ssemzn_7GYI/AAAAAAAAAVY/iyAmdqOkXjE/s1600-h/DSCN1979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Ssemzn_7GYI/AAAAAAAAAVY/iyAmdqOkXjE/s320/DSCN1979.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388458885012724098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It was so cute, I loved being there. And we were a few blocks from the ocean. The kids really enjoyed running all over this cute house. We were the only ones there, so we had the whole place to ourselves. Which was really nice. My husband and I got to spend a few moments together at night, which is always a surprise since my kids sometimes like to play night owls. I was a little anxious before we left since we haven't traveled as a family before but the kids did great so I wasn't really worried. I'm already trying to think of somewhere fun we can go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Sses82KxwOI/AAAAAAAAAVg/oyCBOTBqLwg/s1600-h/DSCN2178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Sses82KxwOI/AAAAAAAAAVg/oyCBOTBqLwg/s320/DSCN2178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388465640504934626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found this great park on the way back in Longview, Wa. Thought it would be great to get out and let the kids play for while. Nathan got to have fun with Jordan going on his first major slide. I was glad Nichelle enjoyed the swings so much. My only gripe about the park, is it had bark where the toys were. Ouch if someone falls down huh? But Nichelle and Nathan did well and didn't fall down. We drove to Castle Rock and had pizza. It was fun. Nathan found a girlfriend of course. Her name is Angel. They had fun she was really cute. Our trip was a blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SsfkYTVqQBI/AAAAAAAAAVo/BmFjGQspGl8/s1600-h/DSCN2203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SsfkYTVqQBI/AAAAAAAAAVo/BmFjGQspGl8/s320/DSCN2203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388526585331204114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-8941973582852518631?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/8941973582852518631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=8941973582852518631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/8941973582852518631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/8941973582852518631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/10/uh-oh.html' title='Uh oh'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SsemKVof2wI/AAAAAAAAAVI/KINIt63P104/s72-c/DSCN1974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-5684847287959376125</id><published>2009-09-21T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T20:21:09.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Hi everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SrhBqIPQApI/AAAAAAAAAVA/C4kuDAVyaw0/s1600-h/DSCN2002.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/_z2us-2az4yg/SrhBqIPQApI/AAAAAAAAAVA/C4kuDAVyaw0/s400/DSCN2002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384125546543186578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan brought his lap top so I wanted to share this picture with you. Nathan was not a fan of the cold water. Nichelle liked it more but was still a little leary. I'm not a natural swimmer but I did enjoy being in the water for like....2 minutes. It was cold. Tomorrow we are going to Cannon Beach and having fun with all the sights. Can't wait to blog again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-5684847287959376125?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/5684847287959376125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=5684847287959376125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/5684847287959376125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/5684847287959376125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/09/hi-everyone.html' title='Hi everyone!'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SrhBqIPQApI/AAAAAAAAAVA/C4kuDAVyaw0/s72-c/DSCN2002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-2533055774292396581</id><published>2009-09-17T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T13:14:21.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation prep'/><title type='text'>Just days to go</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. I am very proud to announce that the Hunter family will be taking a vacation! The last vacation we took neither Nathan or Nichelle were able to join us. Well actually Nathan was almost here, it was July 2007, but it's way over due. For the summer, and last part of spring Jordan has been working so much at his spa job. He loves it, he's really big into being active(believe me he can't sit still!). And since I'm so busy at home I love to relax. For the past few weeks he's been coming home at such late hours the kids hardly get to see him. It's a great job for him since he's really great at encouraging customers to enjoy their hot tubs. Only problem he faces is alot of travel time alone. I am glad when he comes home every night, nice to have him home. Last week, he said he wanted to take the family on vacation. I wasn't to sure, to be perfectly honest. In the past, we've tried to spend some family time alone and there would be a work emergency and he'd be gone again. I am crossing my fingers that we're actually able to leave and spend some time together. Our plan is to spend a few days on the Oregon Coast enjoy the sites. I've never been to Seaside and I haven't seen Cannon Beach in ages. So, I am hoping that we'll all have a fun time and get some need time with husband and daddy. I've been having a small conversation with this lady about her used DSLR camera. It's a pretty afforable price, but I'm not sure if we'll pick it up before the vacation or in a few weeks. Either way I plan on taking lots of pictures of course cause I love photo opportunities! I can't wait to leave and see all the beauty of the water! Talk to everyone soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-2533055774292396581?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/2533055774292396581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=2533055774292396581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/2533055774292396581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/2533055774292396581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-days-to-go.html' title='Just days to go'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-4836835453138203864</id><published>2009-09-10T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T02:11:46.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nordstrom'/><title type='text'>Our Nordstrom Family</title><content type='html'>Some of you may know that growing up my Mom worked at the DC(Distribution Center) for Nordstrom down in Tukwila. So, what a blessing it was for my mom, being a single lady with a growing child to work there. I got the best dresses, the best everything with that availability of a nice store. I do not, by any means claim to be a fashionable person by any means, but I do enjoy nice clothes and shoes. What girl doesn't. So, when I knew I was having children I said to my self, they'll learn to love Nordstrom just like I had too! We've shoped there many times for both Nathan and Nichelle and I am glad to say I still love the store. Tonight Grandma came over a little later than usually(she's here around 5:30 every week day)and she came bearing gifts. I knew it had to be something for the kids, she is a Grandma of course. She pulled out this darling suit jacket with these really nice dark slacks for Nathan. I couldn't believe it. She bought a great white shirt and a wonderful tie. I can't wait to have him wear it. I've included a shirtless version of the outfit. Please enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SqjCnza67dI/AAAAAAAAAU4/OiIGSACUsKI/s1600-h/DSCN1775-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SqjCnza67dI/AAAAAAAAAU4/OiIGSACUsKI/s400/DSCN1775-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379763743967866322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-4836835453138203864?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/4836835453138203864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=4836835453138203864' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/4836835453138203864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/4836835453138203864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-nordstrom-family.html' title='Our Nordstrom Family'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SqjCnza67dI/AAAAAAAAAU4/OiIGSACUsKI/s72-c/DSCN1775-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-5270476047158614448</id><published>2009-09-06T13:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T19:51:58.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy BirthdayNate the Great</title><content type='html'>Today is Nathan's birthday and I am in shock about his turing 2. I won't bore you with a slide show of all the best pictures...but there is one that we have come to love in this house. I love my buddy, the mini me I never thought I'd have. Baby April as my cousins call him. He's funny, totally affectionate and a big help around the house. I'm hoping he'll be a chef, or a wedding planner, maybe a lion tamer in a circus. Or he could walk dogs that might be fun. Whatever he decides to be tomorrow I will still love him and I'm so excited that he's my friend. Happy Birthday Nathan! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SqQWADoqLuI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_Sh8_rnHAro/s1600-h/DSCN0875-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SqQWADoqLuI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_Sh8_rnHAro/s400/DSCN0875-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378448045218868962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SqQXeqayBnI/AAAAAAAAAUg/WAT8pf8t5Sw/s1600-h/100_5635.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/_z2us-2az4yg/SqQXeqayBnI/AAAAAAAAAUg/WAT8pf8t5Sw/s400/100_5635.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378449670537348722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SqQXvYh4EsI/AAAAAAAAAUo/DHhv5zJZGEI/s1600-h/DSCN1539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SqQXvYh4EsI/AAAAAAAAAUo/DHhv5zJZGEI/s320/DSCN1539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378449957793043138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SqQYO1lZEkI/AAAAAAAAAUw/h0o_7BQHG_g/s1600-h/DSCN1529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SqQYO1lZEkI/AAAAAAAAAUw/h0o_7BQHG_g/s320/DSCN1529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378450498168361538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-5270476047158614448?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/5270476047158614448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=5270476047158614448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/5270476047158614448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/5270476047158614448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-nathan.html' title='Happy BirthdayNate the Great'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SqQWADoqLuI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_Sh8_rnHAro/s72-c/DSCN0875-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-6917798589973503862</id><published>2009-09-05T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T13:04:09.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I almost forgot to post these</title><content type='html'>During our fun drive we stopped at the Dairy Queen in Port Orchard. I wasn't sure what I wanted but the pictures prove that Nathan wants to be a drummer and Nichelle will eat anything. Enjoy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SqM8gJ0g4uI/AAAAAAAAATw/DutYFUijf00/s1600-h/DSCN1594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SqM8gJ0g4uI/AAAAAAAAATw/DutYFUijf00/s320/DSCN1594.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378208903100162786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SqM8nxzS7FI/AAAAAAAAAT4/fhJktD3hJwk/s1600-h/DSCN1595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SqM8nxzS7FI/AAAAAAAAAT4/fhJktD3hJwk/s320/DSCN1595.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378209034091555922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SqM8wlWPATI/AAAAAAAAAUA/6UnjqOV4lKc/s1600-h/DSCN1596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SqM8wlWPATI/AAAAAAAAAUA/6UnjqOV4lKc/s320/DSCN1596.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378209185367261490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SqQUFCIfTDI/AAAAAAAAAUI/7UVib2uHIjw/s1600-h/DSCN1608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SqQUFCIfTDI/AAAAAAAAAUI/7UVib2uHIjw/s320/DSCN1608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378445931691592754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SqQU6D6MyJI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/aTF7HRYp9Y0/s1600-h/DSCN1602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SqQU6D6MyJI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/aTF7HRYp9Y0/s320/DSCN1602.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378446842701596818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-6917798589973503862?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/6917798589973503862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=6917798589973503862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/6917798589973503862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/6917798589973503862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-almost-forgot-to-post-these.html' title='I almost forgot to post these'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SqM8gJ0g4uI/AAAAAAAAATw/DutYFUijf00/s72-c/DSCN1594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-7402199475549763557</id><published>2009-09-03T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T19:50:09.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day tripper'/><title type='text'>Fun trip to Port Orchard</title><content type='html'>Jordan has a lead foot. And because of that we got to take a quick day trip with him to Port Orchard so he could take care of the ticket he received. We started out during nap time which was perfect cause we were able to have a nice quiet ride up there. We got there an hour before his court appearance so I drove the kids around for a little bit. And I umm, wound up from where it was close to the court house. Recently Jordan got me a cell phone. Thank goodness for GPS. Although I'm sure I would have gotten back to Port Orchard it was still fun to have someone help me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to downtown Port Orchard/Port of Bremerton and it was cloudy and gray and not warm at all. Good thing I'm from Seattle and knew that we need coats. We just walked around and enjoyed all the sites. I even got offered to buy some weed from some kid who couldn't have been more than 17. Which was not smart since he was right in front of City Hall. We met a gorgeous black dog named Fredia and found a great park that Nathan enjoyed the various toys there. Sadly cause of the gloomy weather alot of things were wet so I had to be a bad mom and encourage him to start talking a walk with me. Nichelle really enjoyed the break from the stroller but we did get back in the stroller. Jordan was in court, maybe 10 minutes, so he met us on the boardwalk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get the chance to be with Jordan during the day is pretty rare so I said we had to do something else. Jordan came up with the idea of taking the ferry to Vashon and then driving across the island and take the ferry to the Point Defiance and drive on home. I thought it was a great idea. There was no warning horn so the ferry was awesome! Nathan enjoyed his echo and it was cool that there were hardly anyone on the boat. Nathan greeted everyone as he always does and Nichelle chased Nathan down the aisle. The kids had a great day and we saw some pretty awesome places and different neighborhoods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SqB-huOG1EI/AAAAAAAAATI/-zDSuuTNyLo/s1600-h/DSCN1559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SqB-huOG1EI/AAAAAAAAATI/-zDSuuTNyLo/s320/DSCN1559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377437072888353858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SqB-5KKDKGI/AAAAAAAAATQ/QZ1GwGYLl28/s1600-h/DSCN1570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SqB-5KKDKGI/AAAAAAAAATQ/QZ1GwGYLl28/s320/DSCN1570.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377437475524520034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SqB_c7vIyaI/AAAAAAAAATY/A-jAb2jus8U/s1600-h/DSCN1619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SqB_c7vIyaI/AAAAAAAAATY/A-jAb2jus8U/s320/DSCN1619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377438090128837026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SqB_p04cqJI/AAAAAAAAATg/N6PYt1f5NuE/s1600-h/DSCN1622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SqB_p04cqJI/AAAAAAAAATg/N6PYt1f5NuE/s320/DSCN1622.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377438311627139218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SqB_1DNIByI/AAAAAAAAATo/IHHDCDfyS2A/s1600-h/DSCN1625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SqB_1DNIByI/AAAAAAAAATo/IHHDCDfyS2A/s320/DSCN1625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377438504450524962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-7402199475549763557?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/7402199475549763557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=7402199475549763557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/7402199475549763557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/7402199475549763557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/09/fun-trip-to-port-orchard.html' title='Fun trip to Port Orchard'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SqB-huOG1EI/AAAAAAAAATI/-zDSuuTNyLo/s72-c/DSCN1559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-2855105355195572608</id><published>2009-08-25T23:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T01:01:25.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>I think she had a fun birthday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SpTWUmFYeHI/AAAAAAAAAS4/sDip6HtqiRE/s1600-h/DSCN1276.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/_z2us-2az4yg/SpTWUmFYeHI/AAAAAAAAAS4/sDip6HtqiRE/s400/DSCN1276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374155904668694642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-2855105355195572608?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/2855105355195572608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=2855105355195572608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/2855105355195572608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/2855105355195572608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-she-had-fun-birthday.html' title='I think she had a fun birthday....'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SpTWUmFYeHI/AAAAAAAAAS4/sDip6HtqiRE/s72-c/DSCN1276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-9029140579116419568</id><published>2009-08-25T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T14:49:42.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Princess!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-e4.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=144115188096451556&amp;amp;site=widget-e4.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=144115188096451556&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e4.slide.com/p1/144115188096451556/bb_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=144115188096451556&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e4.slide.com/p2/144115188096451556/bb_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=144115188096451556&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e4.slide.com/p4/144115188096451556/bb_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to have Nichelle in my life. She wasn't planned on my watch but Heavenly Father is in control if you do let Him. A year ago today I was at Tacoma General at 6am...waiting for my planned C-Section to begin. And at 8:40am Nichelle Rose entered the world. And then the rest of the world was a blur. All I know is that, I had great food and was able to eat real food by 6 that same evening. Which is awesome if you've ever had surgery. I am thankful for both of my babies of course! Happy Birthday Nichelle, we love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-9029140579116419568?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/9029140579116419568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=9029140579116419568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/9029140579116419568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/9029140579116419568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-princess.html' title='Happy Birthday Princess!'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-8216724573994455300</id><published>2009-08-15T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T10:23:51.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I the only one who gives my kids....</title><content type='html'>Bad things???? I hope not. Just thought I'd share this picture. Jordan's birthday was on the 11th as I have shared. He brought home his favorite Root Beer. Nichelle wanted a drink and now she and Nathan have done nothing but play with these bottles all week!She actually liked the Root Beer, which is a surprise. Nathan isn't a big fan of the Root Beer anymore, but that's okay. As usual there are 20 million toys on the ground since we don't clean up until 2 seconds before going to bed. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SobuAKjkkDI/AAAAAAAAASw/eWrcUgXfTVI/s1600-h/DSCN0935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SobuAKjkkDI/AAAAAAAAASw/eWrcUgXfTVI/s320/DSCN0935.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370241292286857266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-8216724573994455300?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/8216724573994455300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=8216724573994455300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/8216724573994455300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/8216724573994455300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/08/am-i-only-one-who-gives-my-kids.html' title='Am I the only one who gives my kids....'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SobuAKjkkDI/AAAAAAAAASw/eWrcUgXfTVI/s72-c/DSCN0935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-4879077681101713669</id><published>2009-08-14T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:54:53.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainfall'/><title type='text'>Nate's walk in the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight for some of us Northwestern'ers we got some serious rainfall. I wasn't expecting the clouds to open like they did, but it was pretty serious at our house. Nichelle was taking her afternoon/early evening nap so it was Nathan, Grandma and I. I was very impressed Nathan wasn't afraid with all the natural activity going on. After getting Nichelle up, Nathan put on his Doggie(It has a dog attached to a leash, let's him feel a little more independent) and was parading around the house. Next thing you know, he's pointing to the door say "Go!" For 10 minutes Mom and I tried to distract him with other ideas, but it was time to go outside. I fancied a walk and it was only sprinkling, so I thought it would be a pleasant break for him. Let's join Nathan as he takes us for a nature walk around Lincoln Park.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SoUVxeSLheI/AAAAAAAAAR4/gAtVbmmYNtk/s1600-h/DSCN0999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369722070396274146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SoUVxeSLheI/AAAAAAAAAR4/gAtVbmmYNtk/s320/DSCN0999.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SoUU6xDpO1I/AAAAAAAAARw/kgLLVZAx3lI/s1600-h/DSCN0996.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SoUWEy2EicI/AAAAAAAAASA/CMf6mTe6xGM/s1600-h/DSCN1002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369722402333034946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SoUWEy2EicI/AAAAAAAAASA/CMf6mTe6xGM/s320/DSCN1002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SoUUyG4w2bI/AAAAAAAAARo/azH2lbQEngg/s1600-h/DSCN0996.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SoUWVKcncvI/AAAAAAAAASI/kkoxsKSvhMw/s1600-h/DSCN1005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369722683546628850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SoUWVKcncvI/AAAAAAAAASI/kkoxsKSvhMw/s320/DSCN1005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SoUWjtDtAeI/AAAAAAAAASQ/H-_rIcu2nHc/s1600-h/DSCN1011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369722933355545058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SoUWjtDtAeI/AAAAAAAAASQ/H-_rIcu2nHc/s320/DSCN1011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No mom, this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SoUWvqBOoVI/AAAAAAAAASY/UuClA1MIvm8/s1600-h/DSCN1014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369723138698289490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SoUWvqBOoVI/AAAAAAAAASY/UuClA1MIvm8/s320/DSCN1014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A house we found along Thompson. Your guess is a good as mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SoUW3N0YCpI/AAAAAAAAASg/uqq5zaRs690/s1600-h/DSCN1016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369723268567141010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SoUW3N0YCpI/AAAAAAAAASg/uqq5zaRs690/s320/DSCN1016.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please excuse the added cuteness. He had a Twix before our walk! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369723377857910434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SoUW9k9U1qI/AAAAAAAAASo/MGIx2dhiZo8/s320/DSCN1017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can we go home yet? I'm just too cute for Nature!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-4879077681101713669?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/4879077681101713669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=4879077681101713669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/4879077681101713669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/4879077681101713669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/08/nates-walk-in-rain.html' title='Nate&apos;s walk in the rain'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SoUVxeSLheI/AAAAAAAAAR4/gAtVbmmYNtk/s72-c/DSCN0999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-7722363518513273216</id><published>2009-08-11T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:53:16.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday dear Jordan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SoEjLgUS0NI/AAAAAAAAARY/k3toZOypQ3c/s1600-h/101_0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368610911362928850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SoEjLgUS0NI/AAAAAAAAARY/k3toZOypQ3c/s400/101_0321.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband is 26! Wow, how time flies. And since it's past midnight, I have to come up with an idea for his birthday. Oh yeah we're doing dinner later on tonight! Love you honey! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-7722363518513273216?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/7722363518513273216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=7722363518513273216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/7722363518513273216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/7722363518513273216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-dear-jordan.html' title='Happy Birthday dear Jordan'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SoEjLgUS0NI/AAAAAAAAARY/k3toZOypQ3c/s72-c/101_0321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-374432733266199009</id><published>2009-08-11T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:41:24.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandma&apos;s pictures'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SoEf_jBuynI/AAAAAAAAARQ/_DtVdB6LXyI/s1600-h/DSCN0875-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368607407397063282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SoEf_jBuynI/AAAAAAAAARQ/_DtVdB6LXyI/s400/DSCN0875-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's new favorite picture!I love it too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-374432733266199009?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/374432733266199009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=374432733266199009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/374432733266199009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/374432733266199009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/08/grandmas-new-favorite-picturei-love-it.html' title=''/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SoEf_jBuynI/AAAAAAAAARQ/_DtVdB6LXyI/s72-c/DSCN0875-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-794791435401285805</id><published>2009-08-10T18:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:08:42.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael jackson'/><title type='text'>MJ</title><content type='html'>As if all the media coverage and constant viewing of music videos by me wasn't enough, look what I captured yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SoDEbebxEyI/AAAAAAAAARI/fgCg92clmNw/s1600-h/DSCN0770-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SoDEbebxEyI/AAAAAAAAARI/fgCg92clmNw/s400/DSCN0770-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368506732130669346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-794791435401285805?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/794791435401285805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=794791435401285805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/794791435401285805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/794791435401285805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/08/mj.html' title='MJ'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SoDEbebxEyI/AAAAAAAAARI/fgCg92clmNw/s72-c/DSCN0770-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-8869033725609670418</id><published>2009-08-06T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:00:24.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>"Spiritual Commitment" vs Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SnoIMljtiII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/IN88vfIy-60/s1600-h/124475-R1-23-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366610918298716290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SnoIMljtiII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/IN88vfIy-60/s320/124475-R1-23-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little disclaimer before I start. Anyone who is in a committed relationship and it works for you, rock on! I'm just reacting to a few reports I've heard is all........ :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my life I have wanted to be married. When I was 14 I met a guy who became my dream. He could sing, had blue eyes and was brunette and he had the most beautiful smile blah blah. From then on I knew I wanted to be a wife. And one day I became a princess and the rest is history as they say. I've also learned marriage is hard but rewarding work. Those ideals being said....why does everyone not want to be married? I'm not one who focuses on celebrities and their lives, but channel surfing the other day I heard some commentator giving his view on why so many in the Hollywood world doesn't want to get married. I had to agree. I've heard a lot of A-Lister's say in the last few months..."Having a Spiritual Connection and Commitments is all we need. No need to get a piece of paper to say we're married when we know were each other heart lies..." I thought to my self, are you kidding? If your living together, sharing and income and working towards the goal of having a great wonderful family life with dependants(children, dogs, other family members) why not get married? You're playing house anyway, might as well get some matching jewelery out of the deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think taking the plunge and getting married is a great example to the children that have come from that commitment and I'm not sure why so many people, women in particular want to make sure a strong stance about not being married! Halle Berry; never again she says. Jenny McCarthy and Jim Carey; our relationship is great and wonderful without a piece of paper(both of them are divorcees). I love and applaud any couple that is willing to acknowledge Heavenly Father in their relationship, but I think it would make Him even more happy if they would get married. Marriage is hard, but why not go through the struggles and rewards of life with someone you know is going to be there. Or, if they get married, don't say you're married just say your domestic partnership now has a tax deduction. Something clever. Our wise older generation seems so disappointed in the direction of the world and is just hoping that some of us "youngsters" will do a few things that they did. Either way I wish that Hollywood would sometimes give a little more credit to marriages that work and work hard on keeping great relationships going after children! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-8869033725609670418?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/8869033725609670418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=8869033725609670418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/8869033725609670418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/8869033725609670418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/08/spiritual-commitment-vs-marriage.html' title='&quot;Spiritual Commitment&quot; vs Marriage'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SnoIMljtiII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/IN88vfIy-60/s72-c/124475-R1-23-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-4376856441229374577</id><published>2009-07-30T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:54:18.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C I Shenanigans</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364488249654995682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SnJ9pApxauI/AAAAAAAAAQM/NiM9hOAv7dw/s400/p27484-Tacoma-C__I__Shenanigans.jpg" /&gt; (This photo is copied...it wasn't that bright when we went to dinner!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SnJ_YW5jaXI/AAAAAAAAAQc/BbvM9oynG8I/s1600-h/DSCN0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 297px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364490162592246130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SnJ_YW5jaXI/AAAAAAAAAQc/BbvM9oynG8I/s320/DSCN0180.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our dinner was really great all though at the beginning I didn't believe that we were having dinner there. My husband was joking around all week. "Ohh we're going to Jack in a Box(which wouldn't be bad, I know exactly what I like from there) and things like that. So I was like....I'm not eating here. Jordan's French Onion Soup was awesome. I ate some of the melted Swiss cheese on top, but the soup was a little too salty for me. But I'm a wimp. I wish I had remembered to take a picture of our main course but I was eating too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our waitress was named Michelle. Now that I have a daughter named Nichelle I tend to pay attention to Michelle more. Maybe it's cause I can use a small crystal ball to see most people calling her Michelle(little cute kids are excused while learning her name!) In fact the other day I saw in my minds eye her trying to introduce her self to a boyfriend and the whole family saying her name as "Michelle". Ohh well, we try. Back to our dinner.....it was a great night before the heat wave. It was great being next to the water. &lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 344px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364696181933421170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SnM6wQwJMnI/AAAAAAAAAQk/vYJY9cbIDWg/s320/DSCN0192.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364780286963223234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SnOHP0Z2CsI/AAAAAAAAAQs/scjU-FH9x-Y/s320/waiting+for+the+check.jpg" /&gt;My favorite picture of the evening was Jordan and I waiting for the check. Which took like 15 minutes and I was ready for dessert. I'm not giving a bad review of the restaurant by any means...she just took forever getting back to us. As you can see Jordan went outside and took some pictures...I got some interesting looks from the table next to us...the normal I guess if you're bored with you party. I was glad to have some downtime to let my delicious meal actually find a spot to sit in my tummy. Her customer service skills slipped a hair so we decided to go to Dairy Queen! Mmmm Oreo Blizzard, my favorite! I was really impressed by my husband. I asked him I don't know how many times if we needed to dress up and he kept saying no. So before we left he actually had a shirt and some khakis on. It was a nice dinner, and I was a good girl and did what our Bishop asked us to do...don't talk about the kids! I rarely do talk about the kids if it's my husband and I. By then I'm usually snoozing...but you get the idea! Jordan's birthday is on August 11th, so maybe we'll go out to dinner again, maybe we'll attempt doing something with the kids too. Hard to do when the boss man works so many hours but here's hoping! I had a great time for my 3rd anniversay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-4376856441229374577?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/4376856441229374577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=4376856441229374577' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/4376856441229374577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/4376856441229374577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/07/c-i-shenanigans.html' title='C I Shenanigans'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SnJ9pApxauI/AAAAAAAAAQM/NiM9hOAv7dw/s72-c/p27484-Tacoma-C__I__Shenanigans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-4522195278902512655</id><published>2009-07-30T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:42:07.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandma&apos;s pictures'/><title type='text'>Grandma's favorite pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364487666800635346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SnJ9HFWdrdI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fU_dZBctHPM/s400/soft+Nathan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SnJ5aMNQhwI/AAAAAAAAAP8/S2guP-_uI7E/s1600-h/Nichelle+60%27s+style.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364483597012076290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SnJ5aMNQhwI/AAAAAAAAAP8/S2guP-_uI7E/s400/Nichelle+60%27s+style.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some photo shop work to this picture using Picnik. It's Grandma's favorite picture, all though she says every picture is her favorite. I'm no professional by any means but this program at least let's me pretend. To update everyone my husband got me a wonder Coolpix Nikon(and it's purple :D) for our anniversary. It's really cute and we took some fun pictures are our wonderful dinner(which is the next post). The last week and a half has been learning a new wonderful camera, Nathan loves the camera. He's been trying to hold it all week! So enjoy a few pictures along with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-4522195278902512655?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/4522195278902512655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=4522195278902512655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/4522195278902512655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/4522195278902512655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/07/grandmas-favorite-pictures.html' title='Grandma&apos;s favorite pictures'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SnJ9HFWdrdI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fU_dZBctHPM/s72-c/soft+Nathan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-4673833047509166168</id><published>2009-07-20T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T10:42:22.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>3 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SmX9xNHx__I/AAAAAAAAAPc/6YyZFRcFdzA/s1600-h/124477-R1-18-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360969953232158706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SmX9xNHx__I/AAAAAAAAAPc/6YyZFRcFdzA/s400/124477-R1-18-19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SmX76RW-cCI/AAAAAAAAAPU/rSpNFXAqsBw/s1600-h/124476-R1-02-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360967909965197346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SmX76RW-cCI/AAAAAAAAAPU/rSpNFXAqsBw/s400/124476-R1-02-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe that on Wednesday I will offically be Mrs. Hunter for 3 years. It was a great day. HOT! But a beautiful day. When we got to the temple it was 96 outside, so by the time we walked outside to take pictures it was 98. Whew, thinking about it now, I have no idea why I decided on long sleeves, but I'm not that big of a fan of my arms, so that's why I h&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SmX6dEkVj1I/AAAAAAAAAPE/fODPRphjIqw/s1600-h/124476-R1-16-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ad long sleeves. My Grandpa was such a nice man that day and officated in the sacred ceremony. It was great having everyone there to support us. Jordan doesn't cry very often and he won't admit but he was emotional. Which is great to see. Who knew how much my life would change? But I'm glad I'm a wife(and a good one at that, I gave Jordan a shave last night) and that I get to have great fun being a mom! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360966543541926306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SmX6qvCR-aI/AAAAAAAAAPM/VaCkev_E5ug/s400/124475-R1-08-16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SmVZdJ1HD1I/AAAAAAAAAO8/p-avxaIu49I/s1600-h/124477-R1-18-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-4673833047509166168?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/4673833047509166168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=4673833047509166168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/4673833047509166168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/4673833047509166168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/07/3-years.html' title='3 years'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SmX9xNHx__I/AAAAAAAAAPc/6YyZFRcFdzA/s72-c/124477-R1-18-19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-7825273195975200790</id><published>2009-07-15T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T11:34:45.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>I just haven't written to all of you in a few days. We're just done with breakfast which means crazy play time for Nathan. He bounces off the walls until lunch. My son NEVER sits down, unless SpongeBob is on and even then it isn't for long. Nichelle is definatly the tackler of the house, it's her way of making everyone on her level. She'll pull on your leg untill you're right there with her. She's quite strong for being so petite. Every where we go, and if she starts walking, people always comment on how petite she is. I can't stop her from walking, it's what she likes to do! The sun is out, summer is a great time of year and I am glad I have to healthy active wonderful kiddies! Talk to everyone soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-7825273195975200790?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/7825273195975200790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=7825273195975200790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/7825273195975200790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/7825273195975200790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-758141559475411645</id><published>2009-07-06T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:15:04.349-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks to our service men and women'/><title type='text'>Yeah America!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SlKkoDoapzI/AAAAAAAAAOE/dg9nX5mbe8Y/s1600-h/100_5989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355523914973488946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SlKkoDoapzI/AAAAAAAAAOE/dg9nX5mbe8Y/s400/100_5989.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope everyone had a fun filled 4th of July. We did. Nathan got to stay up late being lulled to sleep by big booms going off everywhere. I got Nichelle to sleep and checked his room. He was still listening to his glow worm. Once I put the "baby" to sleep Nathan went right to sleep. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had the missio&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SlKleARg3WI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ZkjWIkct_sE/s1600-h/100_6005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355524841785056610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SlKleARg3WI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ZkjWIkct_sE/s320/100_6005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;naries over and they got stuff on our quickly put together menu of surf and turf. Elder Stevens is my buddy. He's from Jordan River, Utah and his birthday is in a few weeks. Maybe I'll make him some cupcakes. He's so funny. He was falling asleep while we were still eating. Poor baby was so hot during the day(they still chance to go door to door during the holiday hours)his cheeks were so pink. I'll have to make him stop eating long enough next time to take a picture with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SlKzY79zAQI/AAAAAAAAAOk/iqPd58nBYAY/s1600-h/100_5985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355540147892060418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SlKzY79zAQI/AAAAAAAAAOk/iqPd58nBYAY/s320/100_5985.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the Elders came over, The kids helped me clean. Nathan even helped me moved the baby laundry degrent. I was very impressed. He helped out even more by placing more toys on the ground. We all help in our own ways. WE had a fun 4th! Blog soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-758141559475411645?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/758141559475411645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=758141559475411645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/758141559475411645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/758141559475411645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeah-america.html' title='Yeah America!'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SlKkoDoapzI/AAAAAAAAAOE/dg9nX5mbe8Y/s72-c/100_5989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-2846128234627002479</id><published>2009-06-26T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:14:45.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael jackson'/><title type='text'>I love you Mike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SkhkPdbWBTI/AAAAAAAAAN8/fs4mJoYeZxQ/s1600-h/michael+jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352638373889967410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SkhkPdbWBTI/AAAAAAAAAN8/fs4mJoYeZxQ/s400/michael+jackson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so sure that THOUSANDS upon thousands of blogs are a buzz with tributes of The King of Pop. I felt compelled to write a few words about Michael Joseph Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday(I wrote this Friday) was just a whirlwind trying to get the house presentable for Jordan's grandparents. I was actually lucky enough to enjoy a nap, lie down for a minute during the day of cleaning. I got online, and saw the breaking news. "Michael Jackson, The King of Pop dead at 50." I said, who? Not Michael Jackson. I try to be a good girl, and not call my mom at work unless it's an emergency! And this was one. I called her and was like Mom, Michael Jackson is DEAD. We were both in shock. I let her get ready to leave work(I called her at 3:35, and she leaves work right at 4)and I became CNN,ABC,NBC,CBS,HNL....EVERY network at once. I was flipping channels, looking at breaking news....checking my twitter EVERYTHING! And it was true. My first real crush had died. I was shaking, sad, broken, hurt just all these emotions at once. I cried. And then I said, I have company coming am I loosing my mind?? I probably did. Last night wasn't bad, Gramdma and Grandpa Hunter were pretty tired, so we chatted only a little while and I had things to do. Babies to bathe and get to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stayed up late last night, being selfish, loathing in my sadness and grief just thinking to my self "Michael Jackson is gone!" Then I started thinking back on all my Michael Jackson milestones. The World Premiere of Bad when I was 4; the best night of watching Black or White 4 times in a row when I was 7. I had his poster on my wall. I would come home from school and watch Moonwalker....the WHOLE thing. I can't begin to describe the love I have for Michael Jackson. When I was 8 my mom made me a locket with our pictures in it. And she was even nice enough to put a young picture of Michael Jackson. I mean really, that's just amazing. I spent hours listening to his music. I would look at his pictures. I would daydream I was with him, listening to him create his music. Every video premiere I was at home, in front of the tv. Thinking back I have know idea how we would have gotten married. He's 6 months older than my mom. There's 25 years between my Momma and I, how would I have married him? I was never heartbroken when he married Lisa Marie and Ms. Debbie Rowe. But still, I was fervent I was going to marry Michael Jackson. I love Michael Jackson so much. I cried when they show him being escorted after being arrested in 2005. It hurt so much to see him like that. I cried on the couch. Ouch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this is a Celebrate(yes the world is Celebration but follow me here!)I love Mike and I know he's out of pain and able to dance and know how much we love him and know that he's magic to us! You are Magic Michael Jackson....I do love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-2846128234627002479?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/2846128234627002479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=2846128234627002479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/2846128234627002479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/2846128234627002479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-you-mike.html' title='I love you Mike'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SkhkPdbWBTI/AAAAAAAAAN8/fs4mJoYeZxQ/s72-c/michael+jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-5830909321081490988</id><published>2009-06-26T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:04:53.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SkUNuI3D9PI/AAAAAAAAAN0/BWuXaiSD5l4/s1600-h/100_5980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351698818503275762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SkUNuI3D9PI/AAAAAAAAAN0/BWuXaiSD5l4/s400/100_5980.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite new picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-5830909321081490988?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/5830909321081490988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=5830909321081490988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/5830909321081490988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/5830909321081490988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-night.html' title='Long Night'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SkUNuI3D9PI/AAAAAAAAAN0/BWuXaiSD5l4/s72-c/100_5980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-3583582254311327626</id><published>2009-06-25T07:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T01:10:28.167-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just blogging...'/><title type='text'>This is funny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SkOFGmTK7jI/AAAAAAAAANs/gSznfDexVro/s1600-h/100_5961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351267130652945970" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SkOFGmTK7jI/AAAAAAAAANs/gSznfDexVro/s400/100_5961.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On shows like Law and Order, they have the chalk outline of a person who was murder, or at least they used to. The person would have one leg bent and thus the chalk outline would show that.&amp;nbsp;Mr. N&amp;nbsp;and I were finishing lunch yesterday. When&amp;nbsp;Princess is tired she wants me to hold her so she can fall alseep. I was giving her a few snacks and planning on nursing her after I was done eating(I can't nurse and eat anymore, she wants what I'm eating).&amp;nbsp;Mr. N&amp;nbsp;and I were talking and all of a sudden Princess was lying on the floor. I knew she was tired but I didn't expect this. Poor baby. I guess waiting was too much! As you can see she tried playing with some toys, but that just wasn't helping. Oh well, I finally picked her up and she had a good rest of her nap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-3583582254311327626?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/3583582254311327626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=3583582254311327626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/3583582254311327626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/3583582254311327626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-funny.html' title='This is funny.'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SkOFGmTK7jI/AAAAAAAAANs/gSznfDexVro/s72-c/100_5961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-4634145745600569788</id><published>2009-06-25T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T07:01:21.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today should be fun, or at least I hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SkOCzXwtfoI/AAAAAAAAANk/kHyiSSz-LoE/s1600-h/100_0429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351264601309544066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SkOCzXwtfoI/AAAAAAAAANk/kHyiSSz-LoE/s400/100_0429.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Nathan's first visit with his Opa and Great Grandpa. Jordan's grandparents are coming into town. I plan on taking pictures, which will be great. They are staying the night at our house and flying to Alaska, where Jordan's parents live at the moment. I've been cleaning the house like mad(which is intresting to do with two children under 2)so that everything is comfortable. I did some spring cleaning and just spruced up the place. But it seems like I've been cleaning for days straight, cause I try to clean some area of the house at least once a day. My goal to try to establish a routine for Nathan and I of putting the toys away. He still just runs around. But if music is on...that is really fun for him. I have to admit I'm like way anxious about seeing Jordan's Grandma. She's a pretty stern lady. The last time I talked to her, was right before Nichelle was born. She asked me some pretty general questions about how I was doing, how the birth plan was etc. I didn't really feel any uhh...warmth over the phone. So I'm not sure how I feel about having company tonight. Jordan's Grandpa is a handsome man who likes that I am a huge fan of MoTab(good thing we have that in common). Fingers crossed I don't decided to "punk" out and be a wimp. How could I be, I had two c-sections back to back....and almost a year apart. But I am glad they are coming to visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-4634145745600569788?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/4634145745600569788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=4634145745600569788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/4634145745600569788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/4634145745600569788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-should-be-fun-or-at-least-i-hope.html' title='Today should be fun, or at least I hope'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SkOCzXwtfoI/AAAAAAAAANk/kHyiSSz-LoE/s72-c/100_0429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-7746158254379995555</id><published>2009-06-19T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:26:24.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My camera is dying</title><content type='html'>I've been looking, pondering and okay I'll admit it...lusting after a new camera. I've asked all my great photographer friends "Where can I start?" And they've given my great answers. Last Saturday we went to the Farmer's Market. I took my basic point and click Kodak(that has been my buddy since before Nathan was born) and was ready to snap a few shots. Lo and behold. The camera didn't turn on. OMG! Are you serious. I charged it all night...blah blah. And it just wasn't a camera picture day I guess. I took my camera home and charged it...and it's been so so ever since but the new camera is calling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor husband, what a good man, said he's going to indulge me and buy me a nice digital slr(single lens reflex camera). YEAH I'm thinking...we had this fun conversation BEFORE Mother's day. I already have Jordan's Father's day gift ready, which is Sunday. And I still don't have my camera. So....this is why I'm lusting....wanting a new camera. I'm not trying to become professional, just want to learn to take wonderful photos of the best models I have in the world! My beautiful children. Jordan's like...Oh I'll talk to my friend who takes pictures(who said in front of me I'll take pictures of your kids. NO! THAT'S MY JOB!) sO...MAYBE ONE DAY IT WILL HAPPEN. I will update you on how the camera search is going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-7746158254379995555?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/7746158254379995555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=7746158254379995555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/7746158254379995555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/7746158254379995555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-camera-is-dying.html' title='My camera is dying'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-2619607753306302764</id><published>2009-06-08T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:02:23.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks to our service men and women'/><title type='text'>We enlisted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Si1tVJUA_II/AAAAAAAAANc/bPhW_uNtMf8/s1600-h/100_5860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345048542803197058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Si1tVJUA_II/AAAAAAAAANc/bPhW_uNtMf8/s400/100_5860.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Momma and my aunties(her sisters) were going to sing Boogie woogie bugle boy at a Ward Talent show back in April so she had this great idea of getting Navy Hats and putting our names on them. They didn't sing because of a scheduling conflict but she showed me the hats she made for everyone. I hope they are as cute to you as they are to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345048269233040738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Si1tFOLzrWI/AAAAAAAAANU/dF8ilwp9Ubw/s400/100_5864.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(She even has a "mustache")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-2619607753306302764?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/2619607753306302764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=2619607753306302764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/2619607753306302764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/2619607753306302764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-enlisted.html' title='We enlisted'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Si1tVJUA_II/AAAAAAAAANc/bPhW_uNtMf8/s72-c/100_5860.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-1451224707678813997</id><published>2009-05-30T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T10:15:48.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush time'/><title type='text'>Goodnight Mr. Leno</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341512107781634834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SiDc9iPFuxI/AAAAAAAAAMs/BDH2FgnQ72g/s400/Jay+Leno.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just wanted to say how much I have a crush on Mr. Leno. He's usually the last man I go to bed with and I'm heartbroken that he's leaving The Tonight Show, but I totally have a CRUSH on Conan O'Brien! Big kiss to Mr. Leno!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341512487652457954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SiDdTpXWfeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ylLRS73EmkY/s400/Conan+O%27Brien.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-1451224707678813997?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/1451224707678813997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=1451224707678813997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/1451224707678813997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/1451224707678813997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/05/goodnight-mr-leno.html' title='Goodnight Mr. Leno'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SiDc9iPFuxI/AAAAAAAAAMs/BDH2FgnQ72g/s72-c/Jay+Leno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-7483517380894886281</id><published>2009-05-28T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:01:25.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so thankful</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting on the couch thinking of all the fun exciting things I get to do in my life. Just recently I've been showing Nathan a few basic signs in ASL. I am a newbie, so we're learning together. I knew a few signs from being a nanny, and I bought a book right before Mr. Nathan was born. But as he grew, I was growing too with another pregnancy so I kind of put that aside for a while. He hardly ever since down but I have noticed getting the Leap Frog DVD and trying out the sign laugage is really helping. He's picking up the signs, and I can actually communicate with him better(I think). Now he's just getting frustrated at sharing and not getting his way, not because he can't tell me what he's feeling. I'm glad I decided to start doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nichelle, is just her own little lady. If she is mad...or wanting my attention she will literally chase after me to where I am. I didn't expect that she would be walking so soon, but Nathan has been wanting her to be mobile since he saw her in the hospital. She is very slender, very petite, but way strong. Have to be with Nathan around, who is stocky and strong as an ox. She can totally tackle him which probably isn't fair to him cause I have to remind him to be a gentleman and be nice to her. What a mean mom I am huh? I just saw an old picture of Nathan asleep on the floor, I wore him out that bad I guess. Nathan is usually pretty gentle with Nichelle, got lucky somehow with that. He's a huge helper around the house and wants to imitate me doing alot of things. His favorite is lying his baby down and kissing it goodnight. I'm like wow! That's fun! He's a great young man and I have a fantastic young lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to learn how to take fantastic pictures, which means I have to upgrade from my Kodak. I've had it for two years now, nothing wrong with an upgrade. Gonna boost the economy. I just want to fill my house with wonderful pictures of my family, it's been a dream of mine since I was I don't know 12 maybe. Pictures are important to my little family. My Aunt Jacquie loves pictures too. Her house is FILLED! I love going over there. Of course she's a Yuen Lui fan. But who isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better get to bed. I got a nice headbut from Nichelle this evening and the Advil I took is finally making me sleepy, but I can't miss Jay Leno. He's got two shows to go. I will talk to everyone soon! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-7483517380894886281?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/7483517380894886281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=7483517380894886281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/7483517380894886281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/7483517380894886281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-so-thankful.html' title='I am so thankful'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-4829045858132533162</id><published>2009-05-19T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:03:22.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun times'/><title type='text'>Our Preview of the Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/ShOawtPbLSI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Q_k3yFejLPI/s1600-h/100_5685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337780144932859170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/ShOawtPbLSI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Q_k3yFejLPI/s400/100_5685.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know everyone enjoy the sunshine yesterday. We did. I got to try on a darling outfit for Nichelle, that we got via Maddie(her mom Krysten actually). I really liked it. And Nathan did too as well. Nathan enjoyed look&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/ShOYtn5Rz0I/AAAAAAAAALw/tUSVZ1QsGUY/s1600-h/100_5686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337777892934930242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/ShOYtn5Rz0I/AAAAAAAAALw/tUSVZ1QsGUY/s320/100_5686.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ing out the window with his outfit from Dancing with the Stars. We had that outfit on(the purple dress), took a nap(took the dress off)..changed and by the time we went to dinner with my Mom at Outback I changed Nichelle again. By this time it had started raining. I knew the sunshine wasn't going to last that long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since, today was a little more gray Nathan and I decided to write letter and to have a little Bob Ross art time. He did really well, and lucky enough these are washable markers so bathtime was very colorful. Nathan says "Hmm" alot, especially when he's not thinking about what's going on. So "Hmm" came out and he enjoyed getting to use the differentcolors. For some reason he expected me to know how to color on the tray to the high chair(it wasn't showing up) so I did my best acting job showing him the colors of the rainbow. So a few fun pictures to share of our private art session this afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/ShObPgugz9I/AAAAAAAAAMg/CVJRHZe87kE/s1600-h/100_5691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337780674149535698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/ShObPgugz9I/AAAAAAAAAMg/CVJRHZe87kE/s400/100_5691.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/ShOaLJr0DlI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YYcrZQWuBQc/s1600-h/100_5702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337779499733093970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/ShOaLJr0DlI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YYcrZQWuBQc/s320/100_5702.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-4829045858132533162?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/4829045858132533162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=4829045858132533162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/4829045858132533162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/4829045858132533162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-preview-of-summer.html' title='Our Preview of the Summer'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/ShOawtPbLSI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Q_k3yFejLPI/s72-c/100_5685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-5044536128803083344</id><published>2009-05-11T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:28:23.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I found this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SgfTjIrk4YI/AAAAAAAAAK4/WGuji0rEFTA/s1600-h/Obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334464884222779778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SgfTjIrk4YI/AAAAAAAAAK4/WGuji0rEFTA/s400/Obama.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this picture again. I just wanted to say how handsome he is! That's it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-5044536128803083344?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/5044536128803083344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=5044536128803083344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/5044536128803083344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/5044536128803083344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-found-this.html' title='I found this'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SgfTjIrk4YI/AAAAAAAAAK4/WGuji0rEFTA/s72-c/Obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-2636790654108154527</id><published>2009-05-09T01:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T01:51:58.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1:27 in the morning</title><content type='html'>I really was ready to go to bed half an hour but I started listening to Michael Jackson(my Mom can tell you) and I just got carried away. I love Mike and one day ago he will be on top. I have even introuduce Mr. Jackson to my children(bless their heart they can't say turn it off mom) and Nathan seems to like it. But Nathan dances to anything(including Primary songs!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard back from the man I found on the internet who has the last name of Wilcox. I wrote him a couple of weeks ago and mailed the letter, included my phone number and no calls or a letter yet. I thought I would give it at least a couple of weeks. What would you do if you got a letter from someone claiming to be your niece and you haven't heard of such a person in at least 20 years. I'm just anxious cause I'd really like to know if he is my uncle and hopefully he can be a stepping stone for getting in contact with my father. I'm really afraid of the regection if I try to make contact with my father myself, so I thought this was a good way to start.  Fingers crossed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I can't wait to lie down. It's been a full week. Glad Mother's Day is on Sunday, be nice to hear the Primary kids sing to their moms. Now, when Nathan and Nichelle get to primary age and be able to sing to their mom, will I cry while playing the piano? Will I cry during the very favorited Sacrament meeting...I probably won't cry during the sacrement meeting...I'm sure I'll be reciting their parts with them. I can see it now. But I'm excited for Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-2636790654108154527?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/2636790654108154527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=2636790654108154527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/2636790654108154527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/2636790654108154527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/05/127-in-morning.html' title='1:27 in the morning'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-7634095119071066997</id><published>2009-04-24T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:04:33.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's quiet in my house</title><content type='html'>The past few days Nathan hasn't been feeling to hot, so I haven't done much cleaning, much of anything but make sure that SpongeBob Square pants or Little Bill is on tv. Or some nice Smooth Jazz, he likes that. So, he's in bed, sleeping and hopefully breaking that fever he had yesterday. SpongeBob isn't too bad, I have two mobile children so I really don't get to watch much tv. I just hear things....maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past month or so I've really had this feeling like I've needed to start doing my genealogy. I don't have the blessing of having generation after generation be members of the church. My mom has done wonderful work being a member for a few years now(I won't say the number ;) but my dad's side of the family is a question. I have not seen my father since I was 6. I used to be really hurt by that decision. But now being a wife and parent I understand the pressures and blessings of that sacred calling. I know I wouldn't leave my children but we all learn different ways. So, I've been really throwing around the idea of looking for my family, my lost link. About a month ago I found an address for my father. I found and phone number and address for who was listed as his brother. Last Saturday Mom had the goal of calling and talking to him(my "uncle"), but I thought what a weird phone call that would be, I know I would be like who is calling me. So, tonight I will be writing the letter to my "uncle" and then hoping he can connect me to my dad. Fingers crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-7634095119071066997?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/7634095119071066997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=7634095119071066997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/7634095119071066997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/7634095119071066997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-quiet-in-my-house.html' title='It&apos;s quiet in my house'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-5485740411471831435</id><published>2009-04-19T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:52:54.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday night...almost Monday</title><content type='html'>I'm really laughing at my self. I remember, growing up, if I wanted to watch tv...I had to watch what my mom was watching. Which means I got a great heaping helping of musicals. And that young tender age I was like gross out to the max. Well, my poor children now have to suffer through me quoting along with these movies while we watch them. I mean seriously, on my man crush list is a guy who was in Oklahoma and Carousel...from like 1950 something. I didn't want to reveal that I know that actual dates of when the movies were released. :) The musicals are fun, the plots are way predictable but that way I know what's going to happen. Nathan loves to dance to the music and I have dancer on the list of 20 million other things I would love for Nathan to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teething update. No top teeth yet for Miss Nichelle but she has begun to not enjoy anyone but Mama. I have to say that can be pretty intersting when it's time for Nathan's bath, time for me to play piano, time to make myself something to eat if I know she's taking a nap. And suddenly decides to wake up. We're having company tomorrow night(Monday early evening). This has been a source of stress between my husband and I. To the point I'm almost not excited to meet these people. Example....Last Monday I asked my husband to give Nichelle a blessing. I'm so grateful for the priesthood in my home. It helped Nichelle out but she was still really fussy. The next time I hear from my husband he asks if he can bring the Nickels in to say hi(the company we're having over tomorrow). I'm like no, Nichelle isn't feelng well..maybe some other time. The next two times I hear from him is how I need to met Megan and how she needs to come in. No, I need to take care of my children, and since you're not home I'm the one having to entertain, feed, and bathe them. I'm a little busy at the moment. After that, for the next two days all I hear about is how I was brushing these people off, and that they'll understand a fussy baby. I don't want company if my daughter is sad, teething and upset. Long story short...I just wanted a little more compassion. That's all. Let's cross our fingers I can put on a brave face, and let's hope Nichelle is okay with new people around! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh it's 11:52 and I'm needing to write a letter to my grandparents in Utah. I hope everyone had a great week. Let the sun shine in! Update soon! Oh Nathan is doing fantastic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-5485740411471831435?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/5485740411471831435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=5485740411471831435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/5485740411471831435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/5485740411471831435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-nightalmost-monday.html' title='Sunday night...almost Monday'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-7606136302945588422</id><published>2009-04-14T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T01:25:03.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Prepared...</title><content type='html'>I'm making a new man crush list...cause I saw someone today and just fell head over heels. Aww....it's coming soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-7606136302945588422?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/7606136302945588422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=7606136302945588422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/7606136302945588422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/7606136302945588422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/04/be-prepared.html' title='Be Prepared...'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-6142925292347349688</id><published>2009-04-09T02:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T10:16:28.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just blogging...'/><title type='text'>I have finally forgiven the Salt Lake Temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Sd3Gy0_doWI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vmptIXEleO8/s1600-h/slc+temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 329px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322628911142379874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Sd3Gy0_doWI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vmptIXEleO8/s400/slc+temple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure you're thinking that I've lost my mind, but as you read this you'll see why I have this unique title.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was 18, I started to get more familiar with the Internet. I checked out a few chat rooms(how silly we all were when we thought they were cool). I found a LDS chat room( or it claimed to be) and started chatting with this guy from Utah. Oddly enough, we hit it off really well. In fact I looked forward to talking to him everyday. He was sensitive, compassionate, spiritually sound, amazing and just a great guy. I started forming feelings for him. Just looking back on it, he was what I needed at the time. I wasn't dating anyone and I had never had a serious boyfriend and this just in some odd way showed me I could have one. We started talking about what our "dream" spouses would be like. I didn't have a long list, but I did have a detailed one. His answer was always that he had found what he wanted in me. ME!!??? Ohh okay. After a few months of chatting he said he wanted to talk on the phone. Silly me, I was actually nervous and didn't want to call him. He was visiting some of his family in Seattle, so I mean I could have actually got the nerve to go see him if I wanted, but I got shy for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the compassionate young man he is, he said it was okay and that he would call. The next morning, it was like time was stopping just for me. Beautiful morning, sun beaming brightly through my blinds of my bedroom and he called. Like the silly romantic movies we all love, there was music in the background the whole nine yards. I was hooked. We talked all the time...we ever discussed marriage. He asked me to marry him. I remember being stunned. I remember he cried asking me to be his wife. Whew, the tenderness of that idea still makes me weak in the knees. I was floored, but didn't tell me parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course being happy and in love, we started talking about how we'd really date. He lived in Utah..I was here of course. We decided once we told our parents we'd figure out a way to be together. Then one day he wasn't online, he didn't call. Days turned into weeks. Let me think...I think it was like 20 days till I heard from him again. Found out he was really really sick, so I was just thrilled we could talk again. My family was planning a trip down to Utah, he was really happy with the news. And so was I of course. So the next few weeks was me planning to met the guy I wanted to marry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time arrived for us to drive to Utah. WE get there, I'm so excited...it was great. I call him "I'm in town!" He's telling me about all these plans(to see Testaments mind you)....I'm on cloud 15...forget 9. The appointed day for us to met was here and I was so nervous and excited. I had done my hair....I mean I looked so cute. We met in front of the conference center down in Salt Lake City and I kept having this feeling creep up on me that things just weren't going to be the same after that day. We took a tour(both our families) of the Conference Center, walked around Temple Square. I stopped in front of the temple and looked up. It was gray, the sky looked so mean. I looked at the spires and something whispered to me that I wasn't supposed to marry him. It took everything in me not to cry, not to run away or to question my father in Heaven. The rest of the outing I can't even remember. I hugged him goodbye, he didn't even looked thrilled to see me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, long story short....I got back to my aunt's house and cried my self to sleep....I think I cried 5 hours. I wrote him a long long letter, at the little child's desk. And I cried some more. I told my mom everything of course and she understood my pain. I don't remember an official reason for the break-up. I just got the generic answer of us needing to see other people and I haven't heard from him since. I know that young man is special for a reason or else we wouldn't have fallen in love. He told me before we left to come to the Earth we promised each other we'd find each other, and we did! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have officially forgiven that sacred temple. It wasn't a bad thing I got that prompting from the spirit, I just wanted and hoped and prayed so hard that he was the right one. He was the right one for me at the time, just not the right one to marry. I love that young man, and I always will. I love him, for helping me become the woman I was supposed to, so my dear husband can love me now. I believe in marriage and respect those who are married. Who struggle and win, love and fight and find happiness just like I do. Our lives are not perfect, but they are perfect for us. We have the choice to be happy or sad, and I want us all to be happy. I may not have married the first young man to propose to me, but I finally forgave a holy place on Earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-6142925292347349688?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/6142925292347349688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=6142925292347349688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/6142925292347349688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/6142925292347349688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-finally-forgiven-salt-lake.html' title='I have finally forgiven the Salt Lake Temple'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Sd3Gy0_doWI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vmptIXEleO8/s72-c/slc+temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-7399505768695831974</id><published>2009-04-08T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T02:55:03.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is going on?</title><content type='html'>I am not one to brag or boast about my musical abilities I was blessed with from Heavenly Father, but I find it pretty wonderful I can play music by ear and taught my self piano and organ. I have wanted for a long time to take piano and organ lessons so I can teach once we get our grand house(okay just a house period!) Hence my children are still rather small so I will wait till I can get my master degree in everything music. What a nice dream. On to the real reason I'm writing....musically I'm not a happy camper with the sessions of conference we were just blessed with. I'm sitting there, watching soaking in the greatness of everything and I look at the tv like 20 times, not just twice. I swear they took their arrangment cues from me! In fact on the last session, my mom was over. Poor thing was trying not to cry at the cute little man conducting MoTab(please everyone start calling them that...Mormon Tabernacle is just too long sometimes) Ed Thompson as he winked at the choir. I was just in shock, when I play, I arrange music like that on organ. Ohh it makes me miss playing so much. But we can barely make it through sacrament meeting let alone me playing in primary right now. Ahh one day I'll play beautiful praise worthy music on organ again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-7399505768695831974?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/7399505768695831974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=7399505768695831974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/7399505768695831974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/7399505768695831974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-is-going-on.html' title='What is going on?'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-8759601197693252148</id><published>2009-03-26T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T01:01:48.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush time'/><title type='text'>Man crush part #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Okay, I wanted to finish. I really have to. I know that it's so boring on your part and I really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;do apologize, but Bonnie Hunt did this when her show first started. Her list was really cute. She even had the Brawny paper towel guy on the list. He is pretty "handy" to have around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Her list has Larry King on it(when I was little I thought his last name was live!!! :0 ) And also Mr. Brian Williams, very handsome man indeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SbMpPkuwP2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/iGJFLfGBszM/s1600-h/TomScott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 143px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310633733134499682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SbMpPkuwP2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/iGJFLfGBszM/s200/TomScott.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:times new roman;" &gt;Have you ever seen That &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:times new roman;" &gt;Thing you Do!? Well he is the reason why I know every line, every lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:times new roman;" &gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:times new roman;" &gt;...just everything. Tom Everett Scott. Handsome young man, blue eyes, dark hair. And he's a drumm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:times new roman;" &gt;er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:times new roman;" &gt; in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:times new roman;" &gt; the movie. Which Tom Hanks wanted them to learn how to play their respective instruments for the movie. I hop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:times new roman;" &gt;e he still plays. Anyways...he's always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:times new roman;" &gt;had a soft spot in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:times new roman;" &gt; I watched the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:times new roman;" &gt; movie again, the other day. Oh my goodness why do I do this to myself. He is so charming and so handsome. It's like he's the perfect combination of boy next door and heart throb at the same time. I love it. I just wish he would come back to me!!! Hello Tom! Actually he speaks very highly of his wife...and what kind of threat am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SbQtnkhgGPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/35cOHhZ20dI/s1600-h/eddie+cahill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 164px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310920018418997490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SbQtnkhgGPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/35cOHhZ20dI/s200/eddie+cahill.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:lucida grande;" &gt;This is Eddie Cahill. Detective Don Flack on the show. He is so handsome. The other night when Jordan and I watched, I noticed he's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:lucida grande;" &gt;starting to gray. Wonderful, he's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:lucida grande;" &gt;handsome and maybe might have some wisdom. I have enjoyed watching that New York attitude he just oozes out so well on the show. I mean, from the way he talks, the way he first walks on t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:lucida grande;" &gt;o the scene of a crime....I mean everything. I can't wait until tonight. Okay, I watch the show later in the week, like Saturday when there is NOTHING on TV. But still I watch. Ahh to live in New York and be arrested. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Scs1a9ttqqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tj4JI9K4E-w/s1600-h/dwayne-johnson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 180px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317402522400172706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Scs1a9ttqqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tj4JI9K4E-w/s320/dwayne-johnson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:arial;" &gt;Alright, gonna add one for my mom. My mom is all about Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson. I don't blame her. He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:arial;" &gt;'s very handsome. Obviously strong and loves his daughter. What's not to crush on? I'm glad that he dropped that whole wrestling idea, cause watching just for him was not working for me. Those people are a mess. I can't knock the fans though...they are VERY dedicated. I'm excited he's hosting the Kid Choice Awards on Saturday and I will be recording that for my dear mom. He's beautiful, soft spoken and nice. Great idea for my mom, but I didn't say that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Scs-6uCRe8I/AAAAAAAAAJg/FAHxVDdwKd8/s1600-h/sam_champion_.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 209px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317412963551902658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Scs-6uCRe8I/AAAAAAAAAJg/FAHxVDdwKd8/s320/sam_champion_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Now, back to my list. Hmmm who should I say. Ahhh, the reason why I get up in the morning(besides m natural alarm clocks!) Sam Champion. Have you seen him on Good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Morning America? OMG! Wow, it's too bad that they cut off some of the national weather when they send the feed back to our local KOMO station. I want to see him, Mr. Champion, as long as I can. He loves to travel. He enjoys cooking and dresses VERY well and has a fantastic smile. I so enjoyed how the hosts took a personality test to see what other jobs they would have done well at. His results were fantastic. I remember one was a family law judge. I would certainly go to court for him. But yes, I am glad this good news in the morning ;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Scs_Apx7b6I/AAAAAAAAAJo/MmqT0yKdvco/s1600-h/hugh_jackman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 153px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317413065488822178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Scs_Apx7b6I/AAAAAAAAAJo/MmqT0yKdvco/s200/hugh_jackman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I need to start watching the X-Man movies. And why? Hugh Jackman of course. Talk about a triple threat. He can sing, he can dance, his smile is so inviting I love it! The Oscars were only fantatstic becaue of him. And maybe a work out like him wouldn't hurt me either. Although he hasn't given birth to two kids. I'm just saying. But he's nice eye candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia; COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Scs_Ex5Bp8I/AAAAAAAAAJw/--8L-py-kbI/s1600-h/Gary+Dourdan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317413136385550274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Scs_Ex5Bp8I/AAAAAAAAAJw/--8L-py-kbI/s200/Gary+Dourdan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Okay, last one. I sure do miss this young man on CSI. But last year, he decided to not be a good boy on the way home from a music festival. And so, the writers I guess got together over lunch and wrote his character off the show. Ouch. But I remember being a little girl and watching the "Again" video by Janet Jackson and seeing him. I was like wow, a black man with green eyes. And thus started my love affair with the combination. In fact I was hoping that Nathan would keep the green eyes he had in the hospital, but his eyes are beautiful none the less. But back to Gary Dourdan, I hope we see him somewhere again. I really do enjoy him. Nice voice...those eyes, I mean really where do I begin. Terrance Howard is a close second...and so is Michael Ealy. Whew, Michael deserves his own paragraph but I better keep this to my top ten man crush list. Where ever you are Mr. Dourdan you've got a lifetime fan outta of me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Scs_H9T4-sI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9_VlJwOWeJI/s1600-h/michael+ealy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317413190990625474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Scs_H9T4-sI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9_VlJwOWeJI/s200/michael+ealy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:arial;" &gt;Michael Ealy by the way!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Thus concludes my man crush list for the beginning of 2009. Who knows who will top my list by my half birthday. Which is September 30th, and I do hold a mini party. I'm not ashamed to admit that. I think it's fun to have a great reason to celebrate, especially if the date falls on a Monday. I am glad you enjoyed this fun look at the man crush list. Please feel free to let me know who will make the next addition!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-8759601197693252148?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/8759601197693252148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=8759601197693252148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/8759601197693252148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/8759601197693252148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/03/man-crush-part-2.html' title='Man crush part #2'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SbMpPkuwP2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/iGJFLfGBszM/s72-c/TomScott.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-8686361994773158094</id><published>2009-03-24T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T03:12:24.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun times'/><title type='text'>The Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Scn-Ve8dAiI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XkLcEczIfpQ/s1600-h/100_5038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Scn-Ve8dAiI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XkLcEczIfpQ/s200/100_5038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317060480124912162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure everyone could and would write about their children all day long. I know I could. We picked up Mom today(her car...my beloved Mustang gave up the ghost Sunday...more about that later on)and did a few things with her. Went to the store, Nathan said hi to everyone. When we got home to put everything away, I walked back into the living room to find Nathan here. In Nichelle's car seat of all places. I was like, quick where is the camera. I couldn't believe it. He's been picking that seat up for the last couple of weeks when we're ready to go out. Nathan is funny. If Mama or Nene(Grandma) can do it, he can too! He's not really copying Jordan cause he knows that's where the trouble comes from. Take that Jordan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nichelle's top teeth are going to come soon. :( Her top gums having been giving her some trouble for the past couple of days and I'm not a fan of it at all! I would like both of my children to be out of pain. Nathan has so many teeth in his mouth and it looks like Nichelle is following suit by teething more at the same time. But thank goodness for the power of touch, the power of nursing and the power of Tylenol. She does rather well with oral- jel(yes I've had to use it a couple of times already this week) Fingers crossed things go way better with things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/ScoAfGobs6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XOX9lmpqfiA/s1600-h/100_5023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/ScoAfGobs6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XOX9lmpqfiA/s320/100_5023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317062844420436898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Took this picture after Nathan decided to climb on the couch. I was a little worried cause he just ran up there, but he was actually very gentle around Nichelle. Whew! They are really a great pair. I know they plot against me all day but at least they enjoy laughing and eat and talking with me too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-8686361994773158094?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/8686361994773158094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=8686361994773158094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/8686361994773158094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/8686361994773158094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/03/kids.html' title='The Kids'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Scn-Ve8dAiI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XkLcEczIfpQ/s72-c/100_5038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-8107047366945364737</id><published>2009-03-16T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T15:04:02.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She stood up for herself!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Sb88lpBoGdI/AAAAAAAAAIw/a_vjP-3V8mo/s1600-h/100_4887.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314032702685977042" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Sb88lpBoGdI/AAAAAAAAAIw/a_vjP-3V8mo/s200/100_4887.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 150px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Did I just type that? My daughter stood up for the first time today on her own. I was helping Mr. N have a snack or something I'm not sure because I am so in shock. We have a bumbo(google that if your not sure what it is), our little chair is purple. Mr. N&amp;nbsp; loves to sit in it despite his ever growing body. On Saturday The Diva&amp;nbsp; lifted her petite body up and stood upright. Today it was our coffee table. I just can not believe this woman. Actually I can believe her. Everyone else walks around her, why can't she. Mr. N&amp;nbsp; started walking around 9 and a half months(I hear that's early but I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;he was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;my 1st) so I'm sure she will to. Which will be such a big blessing since that car seat is starting to get a little on the heavy side. She's not a big girl at all, just that car seat is getting heavy. Good thing I can carry her huh? I'm glad that she is growing and that she's exploring the house and all the great things that can be found. With Mr. N&amp;nbsp; around, being the activities coordinator, we always have to eat food, or play with toys of give kisses. If you say no then it's like you've just lost the super bowl...seriously. But we love him just the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Yesterday I found out that her tooth broke through. Although I'm nursing nothing feels like I'm going to start leaking blood. Was that tooo too graphic? The Diva&amp;nbsp; will be 7 months on the 25th(Miss Curly's birthday) and I'm just so in shock. Her milestone in the teeth department was earlier than Mr. N's. He "cut" his first tooth at 7 and a half months. But he has made up for lost time. I swear Mr. N&amp;nbsp; has almost a full mouth of teeth. More than me I swear. But that's okay, get everything done in &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;one setting I guess so we can move on to more calm experiences, I hope. The Diva&amp;nbsp; has done really well. All though, Sunday at church was pretty tough on her. She didn't want anyone to hold her, but me. Really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;hard to play piano in primary and hold a sad baby, but we made due. I was really ready to leave but then I said no, they need me. I wasn't there for the last 10 minutes of primary(please forgive me) but I think our dear Heavenly Father understands. I just kept a cool head and tried to comfort the princess as much as I could. I am glad that we have broken the tooth in and that we can start getting back to normal with her gums and everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-8107047366945364737?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/8107047366945364737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=8107047366945364737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/8107047366945364737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/8107047366945364737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/03/nichelle-stood-up-for-herself.html' title='She stood up for herself!'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/Sb88lpBoGdI/AAAAAAAAAIw/a_vjP-3V8mo/s72-c/100_4887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-1444000918374748089</id><published>2009-03-15T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T01:26:45.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost 1:30 in the morning...</title><content type='html'>YES, I am still awake. Only because it took forever to get Nichelle asleep. Poor thing is getting those teeth in. I can feel that the gums are making room for the teeth. Yes, I did my poor attempt at being a dentist tonight. I am a little afraid only cause I'm teething but that pain won't last long, I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Critical Hour on the Discovery Health Channel. I really do enjoy these kind of shows. I am so bumbed out that ER is ending after 15 years. That's like my whole life here people. I will be 25 in....15 days. Oh boy it's getting close. I will actually write more late, I just got sleepy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-1444000918374748089?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/1444000918374748089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=1444000918374748089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/1444000918374748089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/1444000918374748089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/03/almost-130-in-morning.html' title='Almost 1:30 in the morning...'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516187488671941997.post-3593077167213055783</id><published>2009-03-12T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T16:20:37.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my lunch date with the joker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SbmYnphTRaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/rm0-Po9wacg/s1600-h/100_4726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SbmYnphTRaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/rm0-Po9wacg/s200/100_4726.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312445042388059554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you wondering how I know Batman's enemy, but I don't. I made homemade pizza last night and somehow &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SbmYg4-1A4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/KFSCh1H157A/s1600-h/100_4727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SbmYg4-1A4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/KFSCh1H157A/s200/100_4727.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312444926279353218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the Joker, knew about it. See, he came to my house and had lunch with Nathan and I. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8516187488671941997-3593077167213055783?l=natesmom08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/feeds/3593077167213055783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8516187488671941997&amp;postID=3593077167213055783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/3593077167213055783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8516187488671941997/posts/default/3593077167213055783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natesmom08.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-lunch-date-with-joker.html' title='my lunch date with the joker'/><author><name>SuperMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16024833768632118865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Avz12K48td4/TZgEWFptY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/yMNxt48RLI8/s220/DSCN5566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z2us-2az4yg/SbmYnphTRaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/rm0-Po9wacg/s72-c/100_4726.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
