<?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-8240427960180956912</id><updated>2011-08-01T19:15:09.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our family</title><subtitle type='html'>Jason, Jennifer, Logan, and Andrew</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-4800968346490262391</id><published>2010-09-09T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T22:12:49.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More summer adventures</title><content type='html'>Today in Preschool, one of my preschool kids asked me if preschool was a BIG adventure. I said "sure buddy". About half way through the day he exclaimed "so when does the fun adventure part start?" Apparently it was not adventure enough. CUTE! Here are some of our fun adventures this summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture says it best! Popsicles, no shirts, and hair cuts! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TIm7UF-MdOI/AAAAAAAAAT0/MJIpm1dB-xg/s1600/spring+2010+443.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TIm7UF-MdOI/AAAAAAAAAT0/MJIpm1dB-xg/s320/spring+2010+443.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515145172566701282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan loved boating with his aunts and uncles!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TIm7TY_SdwI/AAAAAAAAATs/igQFZOKc3HQ/s1600/spring+2010+428.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TIm7TY_SdwI/AAAAAAAAATs/igQFZOKc3HQ/s320/spring+2010+428.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515145160491693826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the boat with daddy. Drew kept saying "daddy....I want to go back to the mountains!" He wasn't sure of the water at first, but then he got in and swam before his big brother!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TIm7SSRGIwI/AAAAAAAAATk/juHt2GYGAjo/s1600/spring+2010+422.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TIm7SSRGIwI/AAAAAAAAATk/juHt2GYGAjo/s320/spring+2010+422.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515145141507465986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagoon. This time the little guy LOVED the boats! It took a year, but he didn't get scared. WAHOO!!! Logan is really growing up and had to go on the bat ride this year! I couldn't believe he was tall enough. Not one of mom's favorite rides.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TIm7RguvKvI/AAAAAAAAATc/_94ieTQ_q30/s1600/spring+2010+337.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TIm7RguvKvI/AAAAAAAAATc/_94ieTQ_q30/s320/spring+2010+337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515145128210017010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TIm7Q7z4BOI/AAAAAAAAATU/9NJ6gitI8mM/s1600/spring+2010+321.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TIm7Q7z4BOI/AAAAAAAAATU/9NJ6gitI8mM/s320/spring+2010+321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515145118299456738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-4800968346490262391?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/4800968346490262391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=4800968346490262391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/4800968346490262391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/4800968346490262391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2010/09/more-summer-adventures.html' title='More summer adventures'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TIm7UF-MdOI/AAAAAAAAAT0/MJIpm1dB-xg/s72-c/spring+2010+443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-4573692332315962796</id><published>2010-09-09T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T21:38:49.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the Sun!</title><content type='html'>I am so behind on my blog, I decided to just post all our fun summer pictures together. The truth is I am canning tomatoes, and needed something to do in the kitchen for 45 minutes to make sure they don't boil over!! Here we go: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth of July FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TIm0pdgOCDI/AAAAAAAAATM/eGOjhxPQ6pM/s1600/spring+2010+277.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TIm0pdgOCDI/AAAAAAAAATM/eGOjhxPQ6pM/s320/spring+2010+277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515137843079284786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water Park&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TIm0orOtnjI/AAAAAAAAATE/l7H4R8A9q0g/s1600/spring+2010+197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TIm0orOtnjI/AAAAAAAAATE/l7H4R8A9q0g/s320/spring+2010+197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515137829584084530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodeo (Drew's favorite part was the dirt bikes)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TIm0oDbYPwI/AAAAAAAAAS8/iM9sdvp-LBs/s1600/spring+2010+239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TIm0oDbYPwI/AAAAAAAAAS8/iM9sdvp-LBs/s320/spring+2010+239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515137818899791618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive in movie (oh yes, we took five children and lived to tell the tale!)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TIm0nUgCWjI/AAAAAAAAAS0/nTotyF2nrkY/s1600/spring+2010+192.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TIm0nUgCWjI/AAAAAAAAAS0/nTotyF2nrkY/s320/spring+2010+192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515137806302861874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoo&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TIm0myb-k7I/AAAAAAAAASs/1rBUNO7hpO8/s1600/spring+2010+023.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TIm0myb-k7I/AAAAAAAAASs/1rBUNO7hpO8/s320/spring+2010+023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515137797159031730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-4573692332315962796?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/4573692332315962796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=4573692332315962796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/4573692332315962796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/4573692332315962796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2010/09/fun-in-sun.html' title='Fun in the Sun!'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TIm0pdgOCDI/AAAAAAAAATM/eGOjhxPQ6pM/s72-c/spring+2010+277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-3829486579796730349</id><published>2010-05-30T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T00:02:56.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The whole Fam Damily!  (minus two)</title><content type='html'>I love it when my sister is in town, and this picture shows most of us. Logan and Jason are missing because Logan had a soccer game and Jason really wanted to go with him. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TANep5yCSNI/AAAAAAAAASc/7HATDrNxv_M/s1600/april-may+2010+118.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TANep5yCSNI/AAAAAAAAASc/7HATDrNxv_M/s320/april-may+2010+118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477325645790988498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our crowd is almost outdated all ready! In one more month, My little sis will have baby #2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-3829486579796730349?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3829486579796730349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=3829486579796730349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/3829486579796730349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/3829486579796730349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2010/05/whole-fam-damily-minus-two.html' title='The whole Fam Damily!  (minus two)'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TANep5yCSNI/AAAAAAAAASc/7HATDrNxv_M/s72-c/april-may+2010+118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-2838375810192951085</id><published>2010-05-30T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:58:40.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer</title><content type='html'>We signed Logan up for soccer for the very first time. He was thrilled! He got to play with his little friend, which made it even better. He did a great job. Here are five things I learned in our first year of soccer.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TANdsxfHvdI/AAAAAAAAASU/eDKI3lcQQos/s1600/april-may+2010+029.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TANdsxfHvdI/AAAAAAAAASU/eDKI3lcQQos/s320/april-may+2010+029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477324595592150482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TANdsUcN1rI/AAAAAAAAASM/3R32cKh-BDI/s1600/april-may+2010+028.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TANdsUcN1rI/AAAAAAAAASM/3R32cKh-BDI/s320/april-may+2010+028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477324587795338930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If your child sits for a long time on the field, his head will eventually get smacked with the ball.&lt;br /&gt;2. Five year old boys think that "outhouse" bathrooms are cool and will try to visit during the middle of each soccer game--gross.&lt;br /&gt;3. Spring soccer should come with a disclaimer that the weather can cause damage to your health. "Sign up for Spring soccer! (in no way is the City responsible for frost bite or sever ear infections due to the high speed winds, rain, snow, or hail that can be treacherous in these soccer months. We have a cancel-No-game policy".&lt;br /&gt;4. I was prepared to say "it doesn't matter that your team didn't win a game". I was not prepared to say "it doesn't matter that your team didn't make ONE goal this season."&lt;br /&gt;5. Prepare to be embarrassed at one point during the season. Whether it is because the whole game has stopped so the coach can tie your child's shoes, or because your toddler runs right in the field-so you have to chase them, or because a loved one comes to watch and verbalizes their opinion about some of the team members! Overall, Logan had a great season, was an excellent goalie, and really learned how to be a good sport!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-2838375810192951085?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2838375810192951085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=2838375810192951085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/2838375810192951085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/2838375810192951085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2010/05/soccer.html' title='Soccer'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TANdsxfHvdI/AAAAAAAAASU/eDKI3lcQQos/s72-c/april-may+2010+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-5058936635750397861</id><published>2010-05-30T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:39:24.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marshmellows roasting on an open fire!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TANZH4aTMxI/AAAAAAAAASE/4l4WvvU77PU/s1600/April+2010+046.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TANZH4aTMxI/AAAAAAAAASE/4l4WvvU77PU/s320/April+2010+046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477319563749307154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised Logan that as soon as it was warm outside, we would build a fire and make Smores. I bought all of the supplies and planned on making Smores for our Family Home Evening treat. Yet, it rained (again). Turns out that this was just as much fun, and the kids actually did it themselves (no worries about someone falling into the fire!). I was able to keep my promise and we had a very fun Family Night activity!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-5058936635750397861?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/5058936635750397861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=5058936635750397861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/5058936635750397861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/5058936635750397861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2010/05/marshmellows-roasting-on-open-fire.html' title='Marshmellows roasting on an open fire!'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TANZH4aTMxI/AAAAAAAAASE/4l4WvvU77PU/s72-c/April+2010+046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-2420213526703273603</id><published>2010-05-30T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:30:58.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a MESS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TANW8GW4x8I/AAAAAAAAAR8/rWlq9NtIi_c/s1600/April+2010+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TANW8GW4x8I/AAAAAAAAAR8/rWlq9NtIi_c/s320/April+2010+031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477317162311403458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a big boy little Drewie is! I bought the boys some cereal and they were so excited because I rarely buy the sugary stuff. I poured them each one bowl and hopped in the shower. I neglected to put the cereal box away, and apparently Drew wanted seconds so he poured his own! What a mess. Logan was devastated that a whole box of Lucky Charms had to be thrown away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-2420213526703273603?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2420213526703273603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=2420213526703273603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/2420213526703273603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/2420213526703273603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-mess.html' title='What a MESS!'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TANW8GW4x8I/AAAAAAAAAR8/rWlq9NtIi_c/s72-c/April+2010+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-8079810639390117802</id><published>2010-05-30T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:23:13.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for Hair Cuts!</title><content type='html'>Poor Drew has had his hair cut before, but did NOT want one this time. He covered his little eyes and cried the WHOLE time!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TANVcGTSXcI/AAAAAAAAAR0/zNQ6Vmr4ym8/s1600/April+2010+013.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TANVcGTSXcI/AAAAAAAAAR0/zNQ6Vmr4ym8/s320/April+2010+013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477315513028861378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Don't they look SNAZZY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TANVbrvuNuI/AAAAAAAAARs/c3vuQ-i9KXY/s1600/April+2010+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TANVbrvuNuI/AAAAAAAAARs/c3vuQ-i9KXY/s320/April+2010+018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477315505900369634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TANVbNoJf8I/AAAAAAAAARk/gnFLOGspYXc/s1600/April+2010+019.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TANVbNoJf8I/AAAAAAAAARk/gnFLOGspYXc/s320/April+2010+019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477315497815539650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-8079810639390117802?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8079810639390117802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=8079810639390117802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/8079810639390117802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/8079810639390117802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2010/05/time-for-hair-cuts.html' title='Time for Hair Cuts!'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TANVcGTSXcI/AAAAAAAAAR0/zNQ6Vmr4ym8/s72-c/April+2010+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-8576945900415074282</id><published>2010-05-30T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:16:41.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Eggs</title><content type='html'>One of Logan's favorite activities is dying Easter Eggs.  Logan loves anything hands-on and MESSY!!!  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TANTz0wZIHI/AAAAAAAAARc/4rt11j8sh94/s1600/April+2010+005.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TANTz0wZIHI/AAAAAAAAARc/4rt11j8sh94/s320/April+2010+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477313721612705906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TANTzQ1GcqI/AAAAAAAAARU/lk8CJ18Z4fI/s1600/April+2010+009.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TANTzQ1GcqI/AAAAAAAAARU/lk8CJ18Z4fI/s320/April+2010+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477313711968776866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first year that Andrew dyed Easter eggs, he plopped them in the dye with his hands, and used his fingers to make sure that the egg was covered (needless to say he had yellow hands for a couple days :)  This year, he watched his big brother, and did exactly what he did.  My little guy is sure growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-8576945900415074282?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8576945900415074282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=8576945900415074282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/8576945900415074282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/8576945900415074282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2010/05/easter-eggs.html' title='Easter Eggs'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/TANTz0wZIHI/AAAAAAAAARc/4rt11j8sh94/s72-c/April+2010+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-4205392920719359668</id><published>2010-04-06T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T08:34:26.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Peter Cotton-Tail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/S7tTifL6mRI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9Lcb5Ivu88A/s1600/jan-march+2010+129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/S7tTifL6mRI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9Lcb5Ivu88A/s320/jan-march+2010+129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457047225441622290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a cute little bunny. Drew hopped out of the nursery in Jerome with bunny ears. So adorable!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/S7tULSln4TI/AAAAAAAAARM/5pcWmWMu5QI/s1600/jan-march+2010+146.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/S7tULSln4TI/AAAAAAAAARM/5pcWmWMu5QI/s320/jan-march+2010+146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457047926434423090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/S7tUK_Sz7tI/AAAAAAAAARE/Hmu4pgFjFa4/s1600/jan-march+2010+148.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/S7tUK_Sz7tI/AAAAAAAAARE/Hmu4pgFjFa4/s320/jan-march+2010+148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457047921255247570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter egg hunt at Grandma's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-4205392920719359668?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/4205392920719359668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=4205392920719359668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/4205392920719359668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/4205392920719359668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-peter-cotton-tail.html' title='Little Peter Cotton-Tail'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/S7tTifL6mRI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9Lcb5Ivu88A/s72-c/jan-march+2010+129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-5896545266534748517</id><published>2010-04-06T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T08:28:30.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 years!</title><content type='html'>Logan's birthday!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/S7tRvtW3nFI/AAAAAAAAAQs/v7J4jYdSS-4/s1600/jan-march+2010+007.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/S7tRvtW3nFI/AAAAAAAAAQs/v7J4jYdSS-4/s320/jan-march+2010+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457045253560704082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that Logan is five. Where have the years gone. I am dreading the fact that he'll be gone to school next year. It will be hard to get used to not having him home. I know he is excited, and there are days that I am SO ready for him to be gone, but in my heart of hearts I feel like I am losing a friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/S7tSQjoqBmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5LZsVP_Lulc/s1600/jan-march+2010+018.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/S7tSQjoqBmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5LZsVP_Lulc/s320/jan-march+2010+018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457045817886639714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER FUN, Super-hero cake. I made each little super-hero out of fondant! It turned out so cute even if hulk had to sit on the side because he was too big to fit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-5896545266534748517?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/5896545266534748517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=5896545266534748517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/5896545266534748517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/5896545266534748517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2010/04/5-years.html' title='5 years!'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/S7tRvtW3nFI/AAAAAAAAAQs/v7J4jYdSS-4/s72-c/jan-march+2010+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-3560977946886800587</id><published>2010-04-06T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T08:18:02.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/S7tQPEZI_3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/kp4e5nLE_nc/s1600/jan-march+2010+153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/S7tQPEZI_3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/kp4e5nLE_nc/s320/jan-march+2010+153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457043593296936818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/S7tQOpmVwMI/AAAAAAAAAQc/QcY6w_XCd-8/s1600/jan-march+2010+103.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/S7tQOpmVwMI/AAAAAAAAAQc/QcY6w_XCd-8/s320/jan-march+2010+103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457043586104541378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how rough our day has been, I love to peek on the little monsters while they sleep. They look so sweet and innocent (even if they did call me names or spit at me during the day).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-3560977946886800587?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3560977946886800587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=3560977946886800587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/3560977946886800587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/3560977946886800587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2010/04/angels.html' title='Angels'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/S7tQPEZI_3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/kp4e5nLE_nc/s72-c/jan-march+2010+153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-8126273759490097420</id><published>2010-04-06T08:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T08:11:40.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninja's</title><content type='html'>The boys got these fun costumes for Valentine's day.  They played in them all day long.  So cute!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/S7tO_omgYMI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Q78SW-dIcVE/s1600/jan-march+2010+149.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/S7tO_omgYMI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Q78SW-dIcVE/s320/jan-march+2010+149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457042228627136706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-8126273759490097420?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8126273759490097420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=8126273759490097420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/8126273759490097420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/8126273759490097420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2010/04/ninjas.html' title='Ninja&apos;s'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/S7tO_omgYMI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Q78SW-dIcVE/s72-c/jan-march+2010+149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-1230654283917338310</id><published>2010-04-06T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T08:02:19.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boy</title><content type='html'>Andrew's birthday is two days after Christmas.  Bahumbug!  I think as he gets older, we will have a half-birthday celebration in June, instead of December.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/S7tMdgI9ZyI/AAAAAAAAAQE/No8EQStH0_U/s1600/jan-march+2010+050.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/S7tMdgI9ZyI/AAAAAAAAAQE/No8EQStH0_U/s320/jan-march+2010+050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457039443216918306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the birthday candles-so we had to improvise.  Drew loved his cake which was actually SO fun to make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/S7tMeeJktWI/AAAAAAAAAQM/IXocA2sIV30/s1600/jan-march+2010+055.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/S7tMeeJktWI/AAAAAAAAAQM/IXocA2sIV30/s320/jan-march+2010+055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457039459862492514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-1230654283917338310?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1230654283917338310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=1230654283917338310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/1230654283917338310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/1230654283917338310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2010/04/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday Boy'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/S7tMdgI9ZyI/AAAAAAAAAQE/No8EQStH0_U/s72-c/jan-march+2010+050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-708451020958097225</id><published>2009-12-13T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T23:49:06.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Christmas Tree!</title><content type='html'>This is such a tender picture of Drew and Logan. They have such light in their eyes. I have fond memories of decorating the tree as a child. It was always a great way to start the holiday spirit! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXooO-WEJI/AAAAAAAAAO8/duVo3EwVUBs/s1600-h/sept+oct+nov+2009+140.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXooO-WEJI/AAAAAAAAAO8/duVo3EwVUBs/s320/sept+oct+nov+2009+140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414989904894890130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXoohFGG8I/AAAAAAAAAPE/G5aqFtLnUAE/s1600-h/sept+oct+nov+2009+141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXoohFGG8I/AAAAAAAAAPE/G5aqFtLnUAE/s320/sept+oct+nov+2009+141.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414989909755042754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy helping Drew reach the high places. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXpMKNPDnI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Roe0eIXO3Rc/s1600-h/sept+oct+nov+2009+147.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXpMKNPDnI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Roe0eIXO3Rc/s320/sept+oct+nov+2009+147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414990522090458738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By the end, I was pulling my hair out...just a little!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXopt6wBmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/pZbGLyGgy4Y/s1600-h/sept+oct+nov+2009+145.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXopt6wBmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/pZbGLyGgy4Y/s320/sept+oct+nov+2009+145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414989930381182562" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt; Andrew was not too excited to put the angel on the top.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXpMrwMCRI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_j33Fm2rCEw/s1600-h/sept+oct+nov+2009+155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXpMrwMCRI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_j33Fm2rCEw/s320/sept+oct+nov+2009+155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414990531095431442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXs9ZfJmfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2DG1fY_Zfvw/s1600-h/sept+oct+nov+2009+156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXs9ZfJmfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2DG1fY_Zfvw/s320/sept+oct+nov+2009+156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414994666540603890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All finished! Now...how to keep the kids out of it???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-708451020958097225?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/708451020958097225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=708451020958097225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/708451020958097225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/708451020958097225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-christmas-tree.html' title='O Christmas Tree!'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXooO-WEJI/AAAAAAAAAO8/duVo3EwVUBs/s72-c/sept+oct+nov+2009+140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-7113152714092610885</id><published>2009-12-13T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T23:18:39.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gobble, Gobble Wibble Wobble do a Noodle dance!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever read that book? It is Hilarious. My boys giggle and giggle, the rhymes are so funny. It is called &lt;em&gt;10 fat turkeys&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Thanksgiving was a little lame this year, because the night before Turkey day, I took Drew to the doctor and he had Bronchitis. He was contagious for 24 hours so we had to stay home. I didn't think I would be able to find (or thaw) a Turkey at 9pm the night before, so we had: Prime Rib, funeral potatoes, jello, homemade rolls, and pie. Not your traditional Thanksgiving dinner, and I was a little ashamed that I didn't tap into the Martha Stewart in me, but I had an ear infection and felt like crap! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXk05rQKrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zim3wCs9pbE/s1600-h/sept+oct+nov+2009+132.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXk05rQKrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zim3wCs9pbE/s320/sept+oct+nov+2009+132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414985724469455538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If I would have been feeling well (and had more than 10 hours notice we would be eating on our own) I would have made: aunt Glenda's ribbon jell-o, &amp; her mashed potatoes, Grandma's Doris' yams, mom's crock-pot stuffing, Grandma Fae's corn, &amp; her grapefruit cocktail, Susan's (Jason's mom) Frog-eye salad, my pies, and a Turkey. Oh well. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXk0YQwMnI/AAAAAAAAAOs/a9DNp7G_N9s/s1600-h/sept+oct+nov+2009+128.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXk0YQwMnI/AAAAAAAAAOs/a9DNp7G_N9s/s320/sept+oct+nov+2009+128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414985715499938418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At lease the table looked pretty and the two little Indians had fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-7113152714092610885?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7113152714092610885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=7113152714092610885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/7113152714092610885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/7113152714092610885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2009/12/gobble-gobble-wibble-wobble-do-noodle.html' title='Gobble, Gobble Wibble Wobble do a Noodle dance!'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXk05rQKrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zim3wCs9pbE/s72-c/sept+oct+nov+2009+132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-943324110401381548</id><published>2009-12-13T22:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:55:14.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fun</title><content type='html'>So...any time my sister comes from Texas, we party! This time, my mom had a Halloween party, Avree turned one-so we had a birthday party, and we went to a fun Witches boutique where they had lots of fun photo opportunities. My silly guys. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXfL5nzGHI/AAAAAAAAAOU/twSR0xKu_mY/s1600-h/sept+oct+nov+2009+047.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXfL5nzGHI/AAAAAAAAAOU/twSR0xKu_mY/s320/sept+oct+nov+2009+047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414979522522191986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXgwgGTq2I/AAAAAAAAAOk/lZpSFrGs-Sk/s1600-h/sept+oct+nov+2009+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXgwgGTq2I/AAAAAAAAAOk/lZpSFrGs-Sk/s320/sept+oct+nov+2009+049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414981250837621602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXgwAM9XWI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OAUdQKB9QzQ/s1600-h/sept+oct+nov+2009+043.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXgwAM9XWI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OAUdQKB9QzQ/s320/sept+oct+nov+2009+043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414981242275585378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute little Avree in one of her many darling outfits. I always get sad when they have to go back home.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXfLVFNWnI/AAAAAAAAAOM/HKg53PNRlQc/s1600-h/sept+oct+nov+2009+069.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXfLVFNWnI/AAAAAAAAAOM/HKg53PNRlQc/s320/sept+oct+nov+2009+069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414979512713435762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-943324110401381548?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/943324110401381548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=943324110401381548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/943324110401381548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/943324110401381548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2009/12/fall-fun.html' title='Fall Fun'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXfL5nzGHI/AAAAAAAAAOU/twSR0xKu_mY/s72-c/sept+oct+nov+2009+047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-8556952345050860506</id><published>2009-12-13T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:41:59.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Festivities</title><content type='html'>Carnival. We took the kids to this Halloween carnival at a local rec center. The entire time I was thinking "Look at ALL these people! How are we not going to get swine flu!" But it was lots of fun, and Jason's family actually invited us, so we decided we had better seize the opportunity. We remain swine flu free! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXb1L_BX0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/z09Ekw65TVs/s1600-h/sept+oct+nov+2009+033.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXb1L_BX0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/z09Ekw65TVs/s320/sept+oct+nov+2009+033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414975833779560258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi batman! So much for the stroller. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXb09uTNUI/AAAAAAAAAN8/bPWJpYcS-BE/s1600-h/sept+oct+nov+2009+030.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXb09uTNUI/AAAAAAAAAN8/bPWJpYcS-BE/s320/sept+oct+nov+2009+030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414975829951329602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXa7BVoLbI/AAAAAAAAANk/c5BVLT1Jy4A/s1600-h/sept+oct+nov+2009+023.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXa7BVoLbI/AAAAAAAAANk/c5BVLT1Jy4A/s320/sept+oct+nov+2009+023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414974834489175474HI batman! So much for the stroller!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They let the kids fish in the actual pool. It was pretty cool. They also had canoe rides in the pool, but the line was WAY to long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXa7ymbh7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/KoPAs6UX1K4/s1600-h/sept+oct+nov+2009+092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXa7ymbh7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/KoPAs6UX1K4/s320/sept+oct+nov+2009+092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414974847712987058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan also attended a neighborhood party. During one of the games, they had to pair up with a friend and wrap them up like a mummy before the Ghost-busters song stopped. SO CUTE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-8556952345050860506?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8556952345050860506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=8556952345050860506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/8556952345050860506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/8556952345050860506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2009/12/halloween-festivities.html' title='Halloween Festivities'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXb1L_BX0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/z09Ekw65TVs/s72-c/sept+oct+nov+2009+033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-6312643776553825332</id><published>2009-12-13T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:22:45.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two little monsters!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXX51g2C0I/AAAAAAAAANM/qiSkw91v6B8/s1600-h/sept+oct+nov+2009+078.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXX51g2C0I/AAAAAAAAANM/qiSkw91v6B8/s320/sept+oct+nov+2009+078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414971515600243522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is such a fun holiday for the boys. Logan got to pick out his very own costume. It surprised me that he wanted to be a transformer (I didn't even know he knew what they were). He was the "cool kid" on the block when we went trick-or-treating. All the other kids pointed to him, and he got so excited when he saw kids dressed as Bumblebee. I was just going to put Drew in a Frog costume that we already had, but he was DETERMINED to get this batman costume. He would fly around the house and say "bar none" which interpreted means "batman". Such a cutie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-6312643776553825332?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6312643776553825332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=6312643776553825332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/6312643776553825332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/6312643776553825332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-little-monsters.html' title='Two little monsters!'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SyXX51g2C0I/AAAAAAAAANM/qiSkw91v6B8/s72-c/sept+oct+nov+2009+078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-7980163289959131569</id><published>2009-10-14T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:16:32.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>Has it really been a month since I last posted on my blog? Where has the time gone. September flew by and October is quickly ending. Life has been busy! School has started, canning season is at it's peak, and life continues to go at a pace that I find hard to keep up with! I was looking at pictures from when Drew was born and can't believe the difference in the boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN.....&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/StbHakeLeqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/yNECZHjKexE/s1600-h/Grabbed+Frame+28.bmp"&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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/StbHakeLeqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/yNECZHjKexE/s320/Grabbed+Frame+28.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392716863103531682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and NOW......&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/StbHYgIHitI/AAAAAAAAAMU/YL-l1-N31hE/s1600-h/aug-sept2009+028.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/StbHYgIHitI/AAAAAAAAAMU/YL-l1-N31hE/s320/aug-sept2009+028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392716827577518802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the light of my life. Little Drew can a handful, but he always seems so sweet when asleep. He plays with my hair and I love it. Any time that I hold him, he runs those tiny little fingers through my hair which prevents me from ever cutting it short! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/StbHZ_M_yyI/AAAAAAAAAMk/vR5liVTWgTM/s1600-h/aug-sept2009+015.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/StbHZ_M_yyI/AAAAAAAAAMk/vR5liVTWgTM/s320/aug-sept2009+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392716853099350818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that little tummy! He loves it when I tickle his belly. He also loves to have his hair combed (he sits on my lap after every bath and wants me to comb his hair over and over! He also loves to have his back tickled while I sing to him at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We call Drew our little cookie monster, because he LOVES cookies! I had to take a picture of these cookies to prove that my little man is silly. Any time I buy these cookies, Drew picks out the m&amp;m's and doesn't finish the rest. I think it is hilarious! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/StbHZZxtCWI/AAAAAAAAAMc/KUHYpXqE7S8/s1600-h/aug-sept2009+021.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/StbHZZxtCWI/AAAAAAAAAMc/KUHYpXqE7S8/s320/aug-sept2009+021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392716843052763490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan is as silly as ever. He changes his mind daily about what he wants to be for Halloween. He wants to be a superhero when he grows up. I say GO FOR IT buddy! The world could use more superhero's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/StbLf-_4zkI/AAAAAAAAAM0/HEWPp5jcil0/s1600-h/aug-sept2009+027.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/StbLf-_4zkI/AAAAAAAAAM0/HEWPp5jcil0/s320/aug-sept2009+027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392721354170093122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-7980163289959131569?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7980163289959131569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=7980163289959131569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/7980163289959131569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/7980163289959131569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/StbHakeLeqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/yNECZHjKexE/s72-c/Grabbed+Frame+28.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-2629659218255744494</id><published>2009-09-01T22:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:44:04.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chill... people!!!</title><content type='html'>So, while I was watching my little niece and nephew, I started to make some Lemon Bars for the Young Women Bake sale (am I a true Mormon mom or what...today was my first time participating in a Bake sale!). Anyway...I didn't get very far when I realized I was out of butter. WHAT??? Not even any in the freezer??? none! (unless I wanted to use the butter-spread in the fridge that is coated with toast crumbs-thanks sweetie). So...neighbors aren't home, and I have four kids with me all under the age of five. "I can do this, I tell myself. Piece of cake! Four kids isn't impossible!" (CRAZY??? or true Mormon?) I decide that Albertson's will be my store of choice because it is close, never has lines, and they have carts that will hold more than one child. So I loaded four kids in the van and buckled all their seat belts. Drove to the store. Found a cart that would actually hold all four kids (with Kelly in her infant carrier in the back). MAN I love Utah! What other state would make it possible to hold FOUR kids in a shopping cart??? I carted my mini-bus into the store and that is when it happened! The STARING began. I could actually see the contempt on people's faces as they stared at me! The kids were all angels (I only had to get butter after all), but people were STILL staring. No one smiled at me. No one talked to me. Not even the checker that oversees "the self check-out" said a word. She was too busy raising her eyebrows. I am sure they were thinking "Why doesn't she invest in Birth Control?" &lt;br /&gt;Next time I am going to wear a sign that says "NO THESE ARE NOT ALL OF MY CHILDREN AND EVEN IF THEY WERE &lt;strong&gt;SHAME ON YOU &lt;/strong&gt;FOR JUDGING AND MAKING THIS TASK EVEN HARDER. WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO A KIND SMILE OR UNDERSTANDING GLANCE? WHEN DID WORDS OF ENCOURAGEMENT GET REPLACED WITH DISAPPROVING GLARES? CHILL PEOPLE...JUST CHILL!" So to all you young moms-especially if there are any with four children under the age of five-bless your hearts for all you do! Our lives do not stop when we have children, we simply weave the kids into all the crazy tasks we do each day, and EVEN WITH FOUR KIDS--WE STILL NEED BUTTER!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-2629659218255744494?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2629659218255744494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=2629659218255744494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/2629659218255744494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/2629659218255744494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2009/09/chill-people.html' title='Chill... people!!!'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-3475766287024434911</id><published>2009-09-01T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:22:08.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty!</title><content type='html'>I watched my little niece Keely today and Andrew fell in love! He has this obsession with kissing little girls! Watch out world! Anyway...he calls her "Kitty". I think it is hilarious. He has a hard time pronouncing his "L" consonants that is also probably why Logan goes by "Go-GO". &lt;br /&gt;Any time we talk to people (at church, in the yard, or wherever..) Andrew feels it is his responsibility to introduce the family. He points to his dad and says "DADA", he points to me and says"MAMA", and then he points to Logan and says "GO-GO!" It is too cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-3475766287024434911?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3475766287024434911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=3475766287024434911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/3475766287024434911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/3475766287024434911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2009/09/kitty.html' title='Kitty!'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-1091941170865827709</id><published>2009-09-01T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:13:33.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing in the snow!</title><content type='html'>On August 15th we went fishing with Jason's family in the Uinta Mountains. We drove all the way up there and spent much of the time in the trailer because it was SNOWING!! I took pictures, and it made me think of one of my very favorite poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Sp34IbRqZqI/AAAAAAAAALk/Peur-MtOZkE/s1600-h/041.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Sp34IbRqZqI/AAAAAAAAALk/Peur-MtOZkE/s320/041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376726353794721442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening", by Robert Frost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose woods these are I think I know. &lt;br /&gt;His house is in the village though; &lt;br /&gt;He will not see me stopping here &lt;br /&gt;To watch his woods fill up with snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little horse must think it queer &lt;br /&gt;To stop without a farmhouse near &lt;br /&gt;Between the woods and frozen lake &lt;br /&gt;The darkest evening of the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives his harness bells a shake &lt;br /&gt;To ask if there is some mistake. &lt;br /&gt;The only other sound’s the sweep &lt;br /&gt;Of easy wind and downy flake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woods are lovely, dark and deep. &lt;br /&gt;But I have promises to keep, &lt;br /&gt;And miles to go before I sleep, &lt;br /&gt;And miles to go before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Sp33JLyoO5I/AAAAAAAAALU/W4OMlOAqH9g/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Sp33JLyoO5I/AAAAAAAAALU/W4OMlOAqH9g/s320/042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376725267306265490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Sp33IdXnBgI/AAAAAAAAALM/p1UG3I7xjF0/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Sp33IdXnBgI/AAAAAAAAALM/p1UG3I7xjF0/s320/031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376725254844909058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weather eventually cooperated, and we were able to fish. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Sp36cxXuZHI/AAAAAAAAALs/mS5RS8iOCCY/s1600-h/091.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Sp36cxXuZHI/AAAAAAAAALs/mS5RS8iOCCY/s320/091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376728902346368114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Sp36ecGMfEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/U3cSODxxBKs/s1600-h/095.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Sp36ecGMfEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/U3cSODxxBKs/s320/095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376728930995436610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By that afternoon, the skies were clear and beautiful. What a gorgeous area! It is so nice to slow down, and enjoy nature sometimes.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Sp36ejPBmlI/AAAAAAAAAME/jz8otPMoH2M/s1600-h/102.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Sp36ejPBmlI/AAAAAAAAAME/jz8otPMoH2M/s320/102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376728932911520338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Logan was trying to get a good look at a "fishy" and got too close to the edge. He fell in head first (good thing the water was shallow). He wasn't happy and had to wait in the tent for an hour while his shoes dried by the fire. (No I did NOT think to bring an extra pair of shoes for a one day trip!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Sp36fbEF2DI/AAAAAAAAAMM/L-AYin5-4Sc/s1600-h/074.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Sp36fbEF2DI/AAAAAAAAAMM/L-AYin5-4Sc/s320/074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376728947898046514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A happy fisherman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Sp36djTNKAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/u4fZiU4ggh8/s1600-h/089.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Sp36djTNKAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/u4fZiU4ggh8/s320/089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376728915749185538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-1091941170865827709?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1091941170865827709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=1091941170865827709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/1091941170865827709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/1091941170865827709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2009/09/fishing-in-snow.html' title='Fishing in the snow!'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Sp34IbRqZqI/AAAAAAAAALk/Peur-MtOZkE/s72-c/041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-3107687529007416239</id><published>2009-08-16T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:54:45.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little fishy!!</title><content type='html'>I signed Logan up for swimming lessons this year and he LOVED IT! This is the first time he has ever been in any organized lesson/sport! He was not afraid at all and passed the preschool level with flying colors. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SojD8CExE8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/PGxkw3YIvvk/s1600-h/josh3+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SojD8CExE8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/PGxkw3YIvvk/s320/josh3+024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370757991755748290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His class was pretty big so there were three teachers. Of course he followed the boy teacher around everywhere so that he could tell him all about: super hero's, Star Wars, and swords!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SojD7_uONDI/AAAAAAAAAKk/0TgJaJnicSU/s1600-h/josh3+010.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SojD7_uONDI/AAAAAAAAAKk/0TgJaJnicSU/s320/josh3+010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370757991124317234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One the last day, they had the kids practice jumping into the deep water. Geronimo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SojD86QSXdI/AAAAAAAAAK0/d_vPLQCdhD8/s1600-h/005.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SojD86QSXdI/AAAAAAAAAK0/d_vPLQCdhD8/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370758006836452818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The children also did "treasure hunts" where they had to open their eyes underwater to search for the coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SojD7f8XHmI/AAAAAAAAAKc/EqmdqhymT7M/s1600-h/josh3+008.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SojD7f8XHmI/AAAAAAAAAKc/EqmdqhymT7M/s320/josh3+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370757982593687138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SojD9SVgTuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Iyl2WAy6lpI/s1600-h/josh3+026.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SojD9SVgTuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Iyl2WAy6lpI/s320/josh3+026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370758013300788962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I also took Josh to swimming lessons.  I have babysat him for three years and he and Logan are best buds/ worst enemies--almost like siblings, eh?  This was Josh's last day being babysat at our house.  They have moved, and he is starting school.  Logan already misses him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-3107687529007416239?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3107687529007416239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=3107687529007416239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/3107687529007416239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/3107687529007416239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-fishy.html' title='Little fishy!!'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SojD8CExE8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/PGxkw3YIvvk/s72-c/josh3+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-6949641598803421839</id><published>2009-08-16T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:33:06.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pudding Face!!!</title><content type='html'>The other day I was busy cleaning the kitchen when Logan asked for a cup of pudding. Of course Drew had to have some too! I continued with my cleaning and forgot that the little guy still had his pudding. Oh well! At least in entertained him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SojA7UvDI9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/TuHwR8_tHMw/s1600-h/josh3+003.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SojA7UvDI9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/TuHwR8_tHMw/s320/josh3+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370754681050178514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Drew already has a beard and mustache!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-6949641598803421839?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6949641598803421839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=6949641598803421839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/6949641598803421839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/6949641598803421839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/pudding-face.html' title='Pudding Face!!!'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SojA7UvDI9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/TuHwR8_tHMw/s72-c/josh3+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-5158766739903427161</id><published>2009-08-03T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:19:44.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6th year anniversary!</title><content type='html'>For our anniversary, we were supposed to stay in a resort at Park City. When we went to check in, the resort had actually sold our reservations because of the Arts Festival (even though we made reservations months ahead, and I called a few days prior to make sure our reservations we were still set!!)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SndTEQiEiUI/AAAAAAAAAJk/penukDansk4/s1600-h/005.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SndTEQiEiUI/AAAAAAAAAJk/penukDansk4/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365848813657688386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... we ended up in Salt Lake city and stayed at Little America. It was so beautiful. We hadn't ever been there before and loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason knew I was disappointed that I didn't get to go to the outlets in Park City, so he took me on a carriage ride in Salt Lake. It was so much fun!!! I have always seen others on the carriages, but never tried it out myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SndTVGdKWvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/HZQYIyRZZ7I/s1600-h/003.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SndTVGdKWvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/HZQYIyRZZ7I/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365849103010519794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also took a tour of the Beehive house, and went to the Joseph Smith memorial building to see the movie on Joseph Smith. After that, Jason drove me around all of the commercial buildings that his company has been working on. We went shopping, had dinner, and came home refreshed! FUN Anniversary. I guess we turned lemons into lemonade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-5158766739903427161?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/5158766739903427161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=5158766739903427161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/5158766739903427161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/5158766739903427161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/6th-year-anniversary.html' title='6th year anniversary!'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SndTEQiEiUI/AAAAAAAAAJk/penukDansk4/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-6580470606178872916</id><published>2009-08-03T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:01:48.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roots!!!</title><content type='html'>Every year, we visit Jerome Idaho. Both of my parents were raised in Jerome, and some of my grandparents as well.  My paternal grandmother still lives here in the home where my dad grew up.  We always stay with grandma and hear great stories about the life she lived.  It is a fun trip!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three generations!  My sister, dad, grandma, and I.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SndN7lZ4cII/AAAAAAAAAJU/2uxHnHNC0cE/s1600-h/July.2+2009+018.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SndN7lZ4cII/AAAAAAAAAJU/2uxHnHNC0cE/s320/July.2+2009+018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365843167083524226" /&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;Jason talked me into wearing his cowboy hat for the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SndN7QmDnzI/AAAAAAAAAJM/r7E-GMZcpQc/s1600-h/July.2+2009+015.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SndN7QmDnzI/AAAAAAAAAJM/r7E-GMZcpQc/s320/July.2+2009+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365843161497444146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was Shoshone falls. We come visit the falls almost every trip to Jerome. It is beautiful, and LOUD. I will admit..nothing beats the grandeur of Niagara Falls. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SndMPjIrzoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/PvlNA9keBB8/s1600-h/July.2+2009+019.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SndMPjIrzoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/PvlNA9keBB8/s320/July.2+2009+019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365841311048650370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SndMPILzdsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/XKQvmLVHpwg/s1600-h/July.2+2009+022.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SndMPILzdsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/XKQvmLVHpwg/s320/July.2+2009+022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365841303813977794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banbury's is a pool located very close to a hot spring in Idaho. We always came here when we were children visiting grandma and grandpa. It was so fun to bring my own kids and watch them have a blast where I used to swim. I don't think that they have changed the pool at all in 25 years! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SndK8EM8g2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Pg3a9F_Gf4A/s1600-h/July.2+2009+026.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SndK8EM8g2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Pg3a9F_Gf4A/s320/July.2+2009+026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365839876815881058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SndK7gHiVaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/f6uPbLlpmCg/s1600-h/July.2+2009+023.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SndK7gHiVaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/f6uPbLlpmCg/s320/July.2+2009+023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365839867129517474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited the Jerome Stake pioneer games. My cousin Brian and his wife Megan were in charge of the games and they did an outstadind job! My husband and I thought it was interesting that we had to go out of Utah to participate in some really fun pioneer day activities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real handcarts! Andrew liked the ride about as much as he liked the boats a the carnival!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SndJU9bCvGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iCg-ANwc8lI/s1600-h/July.2+2009+047.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SndJU9bCvGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iCg-ANwc8lI/s320/July.2+2009+047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365838105469434978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jason was right in his element as he helped Logan "Lasso the log"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SndI6yJZ7TI/AAAAAAAAAIc/b9DKXQ3hF7g/s1600-h/July.2+2009+041.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SndI6yJZ7TI/AAAAAAAAAIc/b9DKXQ3hF7g/s320/July.2+2009+041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365837655766068530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture turned out awesome. I snapped as the Tomahawk was in mid-air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SndIlzpqp6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/85D04dAT6jo/s1600-h/July.2+2009+045.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SndIlzpqp6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/85D04dAT6jo/s320/July.2+2009+045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365837295392565154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It only took Jason and Logan 27 seconds to cut the log! WOW!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SndIllU2-nI/AAAAAAAAAIE/aKucOKC1PmM/s1600-h/July.2+2009+043.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SndIllU2-nI/AAAAAAAAAIE/aKucOKC1PmM/s320/July.2+2009+043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365837291547196018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Potato sack races. Logan had a ball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SndIlDZ7mFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/jJb-j66Rqwk/s1600-h/July.2+2009+033.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SndIlDZ7mFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/jJb-j66Rqwk/s320/July.2+2009+033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365837282441664594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew was so mad when he had to get back into the car seat for the ride home.  Poor kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SndPnWCoJsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ozVQ7RUEwB4/s1600-h/July.2+2009+030.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SndPnWCoJsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ozVQ7RUEwB4/s320/July.2+2009+030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365845018385327810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-6580470606178872916?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6580470606178872916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=6580470606178872916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/6580470606178872916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/6580470606178872916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/roots.html' title='Roots!!!'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SndN7lZ4cII/AAAAAAAAAJU/2uxHnHNC0cE/s72-c/July.2+2009+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-8581158365712297240</id><published>2009-07-19T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:32:52.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at the Fair????</title><content type='html'>What was supposed to be a fun family activity, turned out to be a traumatic experience for Drew. Poor guy. He hated it!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SmQMrKfgupI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dH8fLxP5J6o/s1600-h/July.1+2009+007.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SmQMrKfgupI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dH8fLxP5J6o/s320/July.1+2009+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360423392168163986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Logan, however, loved every minute of it!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SmQMrYpJvKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/iEEsPIv1mik/s1600-h/July.1+2009+013.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SmQMrYpJvKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/iEEsPIv1mik/s320/July.1+2009+013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360423395966696610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SmQMrgcqpDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/clEXeoupGxw/s1600-h/July.1+2009+014.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SmQMrgcqpDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/clEXeoupGxw/s320/July.1+2009+014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360423398061810738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I eventually realized that our little guy was much happier observing his brother ride all the rides (while safely in Daddy's arms of course).&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SmQMsa11l2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/4tStJQIHeig/s1600-h/July.1+2009+019.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SmQMsa11l2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/4tStJQIHeig/s320/July.1+2009+019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360423413736642402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blue slushy makes everything better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next year, we are going to give up on all rides for Drew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-8581158365712297240?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8581158365712297240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=8581158365712297240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/8581158365712297240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/8581158365712297240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-at-fair.html' title='Fun at the Fair????'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SmQMrKfgupI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dH8fLxP5J6o/s72-c/July.1+2009+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-2996141610949715141</id><published>2009-07-19T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:09:23.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT SO MUCH!!!!!</title><content type='html'>We took or two little guys to the fair this weekend. One of them loved the rides, and the other...not so much!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SmQIo5iyMdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/quBTP8rhaOY/s1600-h/July.1+2009+018.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SmQIo5iyMdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/quBTP8rhaOY/s320/July.1+2009+018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360418955212239314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SmQIpSt5hTI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-09GB2c2U9U/s1600-h/July.1+2009+009.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/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SmQIpSt5hTI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-09GB2c2U9U/s320/July.1+2009+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360418961969743154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought for sure that if I just let Drew go around once or twice, he would figure out that the boats had bells and steering wheels, and that they were fun! NOT SO MUCH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-2996141610949715141?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2996141610949715141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=2996141610949715141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/2996141610949715141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/2996141610949715141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-so-much.html' title='NOT SO MUCH!!!!!'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SmQIo5iyMdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/quBTP8rhaOY/s72-c/July.1+2009+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-7926443270379576943</id><published>2009-07-19T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:44:45.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sense of direction.</title><content type='html'>So...I know that I do not always have the best sense of direction. I am admitting this wholeheartedly. Okay...so I am TERRIBLE! However, I did not expect that -by the age of four- my son would surpass me in this area! Maybe boys just automatically inherit a great sense of direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we all went to the parade. Jason dropped me off before parking, because I was passing out Preschool Fliers. I ran out of fliers quickly (500 was not enough), which was bittersweet-because I really want to fill up the three preschool openings-but I also got to hang out with the boys at the end of the parade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason walked my nephew back to where his family was sitting, and I didn't know where he had parked. &lt;br /&gt;So... my four year old exclaimed "MOM! I KNOW WHERE THE VAN IS!!!" Enthusiastically Logan sprinted toward the "VAN". We kept walking, and walking and in my head I was thinking "I am following a four-year-old's directions!" Eventually I told Logan that there was no way we were parked that far, and I started to head back the way we came. He, of course, threw a little fit--determined that he was "going the right way!" We walked and walked and finally I called Jason on his cell, only to find out we were going the wrong way again. So we turned around (again) went the other direction, and low and behold the van was exactly at the spot Logan had been taking me. &lt;br /&gt;I quickly apologized to Logan and he honestly just glared at me!!! As if to say "TOLD YOU SO!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-7926443270379576943?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7926443270379576943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=7926443270379576943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/7926443270379576943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/7926443270379576943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/sense-of-direction.html' title='Sense of direction.'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-7891906828195980451</id><published>2009-07-19T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:23:27.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation with Logan.</title><content type='html'>Logan comes up with some of the funniest little things to say!  I am just amazed sometimes about how his mind works.  Here is one of the newest conversations we have had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan: "Mom.  Can you tell Heavenly Father it is time for you to have another baby?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ummmmm......???? honey I really don't wan't another baby yet."&lt;br /&gt;Logan: "Well...just tell Heavenly Father it is time for another one!!  And tell Him that I wan't the baby to come tomorrow!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Logan...Do you remember how long Andrew was in my tummy???  Babies take a long time to grow and develop properly!"&lt;br /&gt;Logan:  "WELL...Just tell Heavenly Father that you want a baby by tomorrow!!!!  And tell Him that I promise I will always share my toys!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-7891906828195980451?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7891906828195980451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=7891906828195980451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/7891906828195980451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/7891906828195980451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/conversation-with-logan.html' title='Conversation with Logan.'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-4613705252750455211</id><published>2009-07-13T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T14:24:49.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks, Fireworks, Fireworks!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Slul0xKG17I/AAAAAAAAAEc/OdeE96VPpHY/s1600-h/july+2009+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358058507654846386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Slul0xKG17I/AAAAAAAAAEc/OdeE96VPpHY/s320/july+2009+056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Slul0q1Iy2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/RwyJQK_Adt4/s1600-h/july+2009+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358058505956281186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Slul0q1Iy2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/RwyJQK_Adt4/s320/july+2009+059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Slul0einspI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZgSDRvIHzRE/s1600-h/july+2009+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358058502657389202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Slul0einspI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZgSDRvIHzRE/s320/july+2009+058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sparklers always remind me of when Jason and I were married! We had everyone hold sparklers as we walked to our Limo. It was fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Slukpiv5LFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IFbLuOTfOMc/s1600-h/july+2009+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358057215296613458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Slukpiv5LFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IFbLuOTfOMc/s320/july+2009+055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SlukpIMB05I/AAAAAAAAAD8/JJl7xBu_m84/s1600-h/july+2009+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358057208166863762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SlukpIMB05I/AAAAAAAAAD8/JJl7xBu_m84/s320/july+2009+046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took the boys to the fireworks on the fourth. They each had a light stick which soon became a light saber weapon. Drew was terrified of the Fireworks at first, but was clapping by the time they were finished. He LOVED them (eventually!). Logan spent most of his time running "Super fast" and twirling his new weapon!&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/8240427960180956912-4613705252750455211?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/4613705252750455211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=4613705252750455211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/4613705252750455211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/4613705252750455211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/fireworks-fireworks-fireworks.html' title='Fireworks, Fireworks, Fireworks!!!'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Slul0xKG17I/AAAAAAAAAEc/OdeE96VPpHY/s72-c/july+2009+056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-6127083832223329090</id><published>2009-07-13T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T14:13:32.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun on the FOURTH!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Slui5Dpz1MI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nfXZuc35x8U/s1600-h/july+2009+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358055282804249794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Slui5Dpz1MI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nfXZuc35x8U/s320/july+2009+041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle Thomas made sure to blast the Micheal Jackson in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;memoriam&lt;/span&gt;!!! My boys had never heard his songs before and loved the beat!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SluiOJEHxYI/AAAAAAAAADs/lOn69AXY10I/s1600-h/july+2009+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358054545522410882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SluiOJEHxYI/AAAAAAAAADs/lOn69AXY10I/s320/july+2009+040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Logan getting water balloons ready to throw at the next &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unsuspecting&lt;/span&gt; passerby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SluhrAAmJbI/AAAAAAAAADk/dQb4j-VAYLw/s1600-h/2009+4th+of+July"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358053941796283826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SluhrAAmJbI/AAAAAAAAADk/dQb4j-VAYLw/s320/2009+4th+of+July" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew and Davis enjoying some of Grandma's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Popsicles&lt;/span&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/8240427960180956912-6127083832223329090?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6127083832223329090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=6127083832223329090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/6127083832223329090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/6127083832223329090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-on-fourth.html' title='Fun on the FOURTH!!!!'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Slui5Dpz1MI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nfXZuc35x8U/s72-c/july+2009+041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-6949520653099663977</id><published>2009-07-13T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:57:36.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SlufoG8XL5I/AAAAAAAAADc/SBWKFREvBww/s1600-h/july+2009+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358051693094711186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SlufoG8XL5I/AAAAAAAAADc/SBWKFREvBww/s320/july+2009+031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SlufH38i31I/AAAAAAAAADU/VqOspG7MgPk/s1600-h/july+2009+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sweet Grandma has put this fourth of July party together for at least 15 years now. She looks forward to it all year. This year, she had us sing a couple patriotic songs. What a sweetheart! Love you Grandma!&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/8240427960180956912-6949520653099663977?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6949520653099663977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=6949520653099663977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/6949520653099663977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/6949520653099663977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-sweet-grandma-has-put-this-fourth-of.html' title=''/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SlufoG8XL5I/AAAAAAAAADc/SBWKFREvBww/s72-c/july+2009+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-8926445241255637506</id><published>2009-07-13T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:50:10.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4th of July!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Slud4jLxhrI/AAAAAAAAADM/RX4V7PwG3V4/s1600-h/july+2009+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358049776530196146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Slud4jLxhrI/AAAAAAAAADM/RX4V7PwG3V4/s320/july+2009+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fourth of July is one of my favorite Holidays! We have a big family reunion, the kids get wet, my mom makes hundreds of popsicles, and we always play Wa-shoe (Like horse shoes, but with washers!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-8926445241255637506?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8926445241255637506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=8926445241255637506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/8926445241255637506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/8926445241255637506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july.html' title='The 4th of July!!'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Slud4jLxhrI/AAAAAAAAADM/RX4V7PwG3V4/s72-c/july+2009+030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-3373398949420434329</id><published>2009-07-13T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:36:14.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SluamH_TjYI/AAAAAAAAADE/yzMEw_cjiWw/s1600-h/july+2009+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358046161457614210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SluamH_TjYI/AAAAAAAAADE/yzMEw_cjiWw/s320/july+2009+021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family members are my best friends. I love this picture. I don't think I have had a picture like this taken forever, with just the five of us who have been through thick and thin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-3373398949420434329?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3373398949420434329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=3373398949420434329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/3373398949420434329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/3373398949420434329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/friends.html' title='Friends!'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SluamH_TjYI/AAAAAAAAADE/yzMEw_cjiWw/s72-c/july+2009+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-7793777400761144383</id><published>2009-07-13T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:27:30.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SluYeZ-mjkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cBGzFART4xU/s1600-h/july+2009+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358043829824294466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SluYeZ-mjkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cBGzFART4xU/s320/july+2009+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SluYdxmscpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ShwqUA3FAU8/s1600-h/july+2009+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358043818986599058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SluYdxmscpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ShwqUA3FAU8/s320/july+2009+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SluYdsx4fjI/AAAAAAAAACs/0unFp1o041Y/s1600-h/july+2009+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358043817691348530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SluYdsx4fjI/AAAAAAAAACs/0unFp1o041Y/s320/july+2009+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SluYdPFhtcI/AAAAAAAAACk/fjtwoU7a-VU/s1600-h/july+2009+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358043809720677826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SluYdPFhtcI/AAAAAAAAACk/fjtwoU7a-VU/s320/july+2009+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-7793777400761144383?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7793777400761144383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=7793777400761144383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/7793777400761144383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/7793777400761144383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SluYeZ-mjkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cBGzFART4xU/s72-c/july+2009+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-1798909281948700849</id><published>2009-07-13T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:22:26.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cedar City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The whole Fam Damly drove to Cedar City to see Craig--who was awesome-- perform in the Shakespearean Festival.  I have never been to the Festival before and it was a lot of fun!!  I am so glad that Craig continues to perform, so that I can continue to watch all of these wonderful productions.  The drive was totally worth it!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made sure to visit the SUU gift shop, where my boys tried on these silly hats.  We also found some pretty cool swords (toys of course--though they do look real).  I keep asking myself why I allow items such as: light sabers, nerf guns, and swords in the home!  Then I remember I am raising boys, and that is just what they do....right???     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-1798909281948700849?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1798909281948700849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/1798909281948700849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/1798909281948700849'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-4540022280307981209</id><published>2009-07-13T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:08:10.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the sun!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SluTyNdfW7I/AAAAAAAAACc/wHBkM6g_yBg/s1600-h/Spring+2009+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358038672503430066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SluTyNdfW7I/AAAAAAAAACc/wHBkM6g_yBg/s320/Spring+2009+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SluTxibJfRI/AAAAAAAAACU/W9hsBfuS94U/s1600-h/Spring+2009+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358038660950883602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SluTxibJfRI/AAAAAAAAACU/W9hsBfuS94U/s320/Spring+2009+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SluTxYkj72I/AAAAAAAAACM/xC1D9WwucIE/s1600-h/Spring+2009+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358038658306010978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SluTxYkj72I/AAAAAAAAACM/xC1D9WwucIE/s320/Spring+2009+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SluTxBbQZNI/AAAAAAAAACE/wZdY1UdvIYU/s1600-h/Spring+2009+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358038652092966098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SluTxBbQZNI/AAAAAAAAACE/wZdY1UdvIYU/s320/Spring+2009+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our whole family meet at the local City Days, and had a great time! Logan absolutely loved the slide and went down it probably a hundred times. The best part is that Kathleen and Avree came too! We always play hard when Kathleen comes to town.&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture of Drew, because it looks like he is laughing, but he is really screaming.  I guess he didn't want his daddy to throw him in the air!&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/8240427960180956912-4540022280307981209?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/4540022280307981209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=4540022280307981209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/4540022280307981209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/4540022280307981209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-in-sun.html' title='Fun in the sun!!'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SluTyNdfW7I/AAAAAAAAACc/wHBkM6g_yBg/s72-c/Spring+2009+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-9111480031826666178</id><published>2009-06-18T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:38:03.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful BYU!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SjsjpHJ-sPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/eYMfnqH8sZ4/s1600-h/campus+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348908171635110130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SjsjpHJ-sPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/eYMfnqH8sZ4/s320/campus+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348908162174430546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Sjsjoj6YLVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0ePmu4DN82o/s320/byu+campus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SjsjoqoUSrI/AAAAAAAAABs/WRvmZoctr7Q/s1600-h/byu+campus2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348908163977726642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SjsjoqoUSrI/AAAAAAAAABs/WRvmZoctr7Q/s320/byu+campus2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...lately I have been a little down and I haven't known why.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is because I speak to four-year-olds all day long, and I slowly notice my vocabulary skills diminishing!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is because the floor that was mopped two minutes ago now has melted Popsicle on it due to an independent child who thinks he can get in the freezer by himself!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is because my idea of a moment to myself is locking the bathroom door....nature calls.....while both boys are crying on the other side! (Or they figure out a way in--what child has heard of privacy).&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is because any time I have to make an important phone call, I know I have to wait until Andrew is taking a nap, and Logan is completely preoccupied with something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had the most wonderful time at BYU!!!! Even though I am not teaching, I have to establish credits to keep my Teaching License current. Every year, there is a conference for all FACS teachers (two days = 1 credit). So, I go every year. When I found out it was at BYU this year I almost didn't go because I didn't want to have to drive that far. My family coaxed me into it, and I am sooo glad they did!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP TEN HIGHLIGHTS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Walking to the Wilkensen Center with the crisp Utah County air in my lungs, looking at the Y on the mountain, and hearing the beautiful bell tower playing Come, Come Ye Saints.&lt;br /&gt;2. Seeing many of my former co-workers, professors, and mentors, who have become great friends and still mean so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;3. Attending these classes: Cooking brunch, Safety in the home,&lt;br /&gt;How to be frugal with Interior Design, USU graduate program, Floral arranging, Organizational skills, The magic of coupons and rebates, How to say no and still be nice, The Marriage Promise (by Lyn Scoresby!), and 10 Effective Preschool ideas.&lt;br /&gt;4. Having my sister Amy (a BYU Alumni) join me on the second day! Walking around campus together, and visiting the new buildings.&lt;br /&gt;5. Getting all my Father's day shopping done at the BYU bookstore!&lt;br /&gt;6. BYU creamery Earnestly chocolate ice cream (the best ever---they still have it!!!).&lt;br /&gt;7. Driving by old apartment buildings---ohhhh the memories.&lt;br /&gt;8. Finding my mom the perfect "Thank You" gift for watching the kids.&lt;br /&gt;9. Remembering my accomplishments, blessings, and that I LOVE my field of study.&lt;br /&gt;10. Hugging my kids and hubby afterwards, and loving them even more because I feel so rejuvenated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO LOW POINTS&lt;br /&gt;1. Walking into the Wilk, and having my temperature taken by a BYU student. NO JOKE! Everyone who came had to fill out a medical form, and have a thermometer pressed to their forehead to make sure they didn't have a temperature (SWINE FLU)! This is getting serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. NO CAFFEINE ON BYU CAMPUS. The absence of Dr.Pepper was always a problem for me!!&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/8240427960180956912-9111480031826666178?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/9111480031826666178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=9111480031826666178' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/9111480031826666178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/9111480031826666178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2009/06/beautiful-byu.html' title='Beautiful BYU!!!!!'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SjsjpHJ-sPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/eYMfnqH8sZ4/s72-c/campus+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-8552561053185726988</id><published>2009-06-07T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T16:02:31.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so glad when daddy comes home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SixF89iUIFI/AAAAAAAAABk/cH2tD11QFJk/s1600-h/234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344723771394891858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SixF89iUIFI/AAAAAAAAABk/cH2tD11QFJk/s320/234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SixF8pcVcZI/AAAAAAAAABc/TBHhMQw9Dpc/s1600-h/235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344723766001103250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SixF8pcVcZI/AAAAAAAAABc/TBHhMQw9Dpc/s320/235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andrew waits at the top of the stairs every day when it is time for his daddy to come home from work.  It is so cute.  As soon as Jason opens the door Andrew exclaims "dada!!"  and gives him a huge hug.  Drewie gives the bets hugs--he really squeezes tight!  Sometimes Logan gets in on the action too.  &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/8240427960180956912-8552561053185726988?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8552561053185726988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=8552561053185726988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/8552561053185726988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/8552561053185726988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-so-glad-when-daddy-comes-home.html' title='I&apos;m so glad when daddy comes home!'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SixF89iUIFI/AAAAAAAAABk/cH2tD11QFJk/s72-c/234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-8395726387825171673</id><published>2009-06-07T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:43:08.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone fishin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SixBU0XBF0I/AAAAAAAAABE/mS8vgkdlyzI/s1600-h/230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344718683690309442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SixBU0XBF0I/AAAAAAAAABE/mS8vgkdlyzI/s320/230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SixBUlBaxtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DhONohirDOs/s1600-h/229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344718679573186258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SixBUlBaxtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DhONohirDOs/s320/229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Memorial day, Jason took Logan fishing.  Andrew seemed to know he had been left out, and for two hours followed me around the house crying for his daddy.  Finally, I took Andrew to meet up with Logan and Jason.  Even though we didn't catch any fish (no complaints here!), we had fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-8395726387825171673?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8395726387825171673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=8395726387825171673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/8395726387825171673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/8395726387825171673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2009/06/gone-fishin.html' title='Gone fishin.'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/SixBU0XBF0I/AAAAAAAAABE/mS8vgkdlyzI/s72-c/230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-7211006329985536774</id><published>2009-06-07T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:34:25.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling for the first time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Siw-VL5AHcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2odGndx-dvE/s1600-h/164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344715391471984066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Siw-VL5AHcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2odGndx-dvE/s320/164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Siw-Uw_1XsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZCOQOK7d4r4/s1600-h/167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344715384252882626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Siw-Uw_1XsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZCOQOK7d4r4/s320/167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Siw-UmHpihI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ECUp5d9Tdyk/s1600-h/166.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took the boys bowling for the very first time.  Logan was ecstatic!  I let Andrew bowl on my turn, and he was surprisingly good at it (of course we had the bumpers up---for the kids---right?).  Drew actually watched the ball go to the end of the lane, hit one pin, and he shot his arms in the air yelling &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;YEA&lt;/span&gt;!!!!  Logan got two strikes that night.  Thankfully the boys take after daddy in the bowling department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-7211006329985536774?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7211006329985536774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=7211006329985536774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/7211006329985536774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/7211006329985536774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2009/06/bowling-for-first-time.html' title='Bowling for the first time!'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Siw-VL5AHcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2odGndx-dvE/s72-c/164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-2156017529527638463</id><published>2009-06-07T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:15:49.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playin Outside!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Siw7KmtUhkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TOo_LKwueUU/s1600-h/115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344711911157302850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Siw7KmtUhkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TOo_LKwueUU/s320/115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Siw7KZZTPGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zeMzopI-SiE/s1600-h/116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344711907583671394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Siw7KZZTPGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zeMzopI-SiE/s320/116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Siw7KG7a9GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZxS9ouTc28w/s1600-h/195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344711902626509922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Siw7KG7a9GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZxS9ouTc28w/s320/195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; love it when it gets warm outside. I make them go outside to eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;popsicles&lt;/span&gt; (less mopping for me!) I leave the door open so that I can watch them. I looked in the doorway and saw the two of them sitting side by side, giggling, eating their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;popsicles&lt;/span&gt; and it was a perfect time for a picture!&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/8240427960180956912-2156017529527638463?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2156017529527638463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=2156017529527638463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/2156017529527638463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/2156017529527638463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2009/06/playin-outside.html' title='Playin Outside!'/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EX7ZN6d4BQ/Siw7KmtUhkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TOo_LKwueUU/s72-c/115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240427960180956912.post-4887074931224567985</id><published>2009-06-02T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T17:19:16.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am just getting into the whole blogging thing.  I am excited to start!  Hopefully I stick with it. I think that it will be a great way to journal for our family.  Watch for cute pics in a day or two!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240427960180956912-4887074931224567985?l=westonsidestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/feeds/4887074931224567985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240427960180956912&amp;postID=4887074931224567985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/4887074931224567985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240427960180956912/posts/default/4887074931224567985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://westonsidestory.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-just-getting-into-whole-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>WESTSIDE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
