<?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-5327700212604228327</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:37:43.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Corner of the World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle and Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277255090245742822</uri><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>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327700212604228327.post-3874808344546970036</id><published>2012-02-15T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T20:56:58.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Cal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wyHzXGRrYAY/TzyHgFpamsI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/tuyIU3jHdH8/s1600/DSC01041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wyHzXGRrYAY/TzyHgFpamsI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/tuyIU3jHdH8/s320/DSC01041.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o9d4o3GcPz4/TzyHmfrCHlI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/6fLD5ouG2cw/s1600/DSC01043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o9d4o3GcPz4/TzyHmfrCHlI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/6fLD5ouG2cw/s320/DSC01043.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Grade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mrs. Olsen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pSZRb9NrU_M/TzyHr1GwtPI/AAAAAAAAA0g/PP7q_F2kBkk/s1600/DSC01046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pSZRb9NrU_M/TzyHr1GwtPI/AAAAAAAAA0g/PP7q_F2kBkk/s320/DSC01046.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Carter&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Third Grade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mrs. McLean/Mrs. Berglund&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Courtlyne&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sixth Grade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mrs. Thomas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mCKSfQJsTac/TzyHwR09LiI/AAAAAAAAA0o/MQdThr1zYCo/s1600/DSC01051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mCKSfQJsTac/TzyHwR09LiI/AAAAAAAAA0o/MQdThr1zYCo/s320/DSC01051.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Watch out&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Riverview&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Here we come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_9PN177y3gI/TzyH2wWxB6I/AAAAAAAAA0w/XXBU-E3ymiI/s1600/DSC01054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_9PN177y3gI/TzyH2wWxB6I/AAAAAAAAA0w/XXBU-E3ymiI/s320/DSC01054.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-leCLGz-1dMc/TzyIBBmqOxI/AAAAAAAAA1A/F9wqEjr-uI0/s1600/DSC01057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-leCLGz-1dMc/TzyIBBmqOxI/AAAAAAAAA1A/F9wqEjr-uI0/s320/DSC01057.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And we can't forget little sis ready to wave us goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;2 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Caeden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;or our new little brother&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oZmTH76mcN0/TxyAAwhrV-I/AAAAAAAAAzo/8Dl_GIUCvHs/s1600/2011-08-12+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oZmTH76mcN0/TxyAAwhrV-I/AAAAAAAAAzo/8Dl_GIUCvHs/s400/2011-08-12+001.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Baby Cas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;1 month&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Goodbye, Good luck, and have a great school year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(yes, I know as I am writing this the year is more that half over, oh well.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327700212604228327-3874808344546970036?l=clubmarzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/feeds/3874808344546970036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2012/02/back-to-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/3874808344546970036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/3874808344546970036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2012/02/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Michelle and Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277255090245742822</uri><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/-wyHzXGRrYAY/TzyHgFpamsI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/tuyIU3jHdH8/s72-c/DSC01041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327700212604228327.post-7452197380795170034</id><published>2012-02-06T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T21:33:42.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowbird Swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;August &amp;nbsp;2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fyJAl3r_I6Q/TxyMaVA7aiI/AAAAAAAAA0I/28V2e2TuOgA/s1600/swim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fyJAl3r_I6Q/TxyMaVA7aiI/AAAAAAAAA0I/28V2e2TuOgA/s640/swim.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; was tired, that is all I really remember, since the baby was only 2 weeks old--But it was SOOO nice to get out of the house and into the fresh mountain air. &amp;nbsp;Yummm...One of my favorite smells in the world...Snowbird in August.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;can't really explain it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Only my siblings probably really understand the smell... and why we love to be there so much... when really there is not a lot to do. &amp;nbsp;It is just a part of my life that I have always remembered never changing. &amp;nbsp;It was always nice to know that we would always go there and nothing would change. &amp;nbsp;Maybe my kids one day will have the same feelings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327700212604228327-7452197380795170034?l=clubmarzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/feeds/7452197380795170034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2012/02/snowbird-swimming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/7452197380795170034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/7452197380795170034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2012/02/snowbird-swimming.html' title='Snowbird Swimming'/><author><name>Michelle and Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277255090245742822</uri><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/-fyJAl3r_I6Q/TxyMaVA7aiI/AAAAAAAAA0I/28V2e2TuOgA/s72-c/swim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327700212604228327.post-388127055878891261</id><published>2012-01-22T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T14:30:23.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Cas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;At the Hospital&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BXQvCdA66rs/Txx_89N8-JI/AAAAAAAAAzg/cS4kOmGD8g4/s1600/2011-07-27+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BXQvCdA66rs/Txx_89N8-JI/AAAAAAAAAzg/cS4kOmGD8g4/s640/2011-07-27+001.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every one loved him from the moment they met him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M7d5KsdU7LU/TxyAhTWMpvI/AAAAAAAAAzw/QsJHoSqEnG8/s1600/DSC00888.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M7d5KsdU7LU/TxyAhTWMpvI/AAAAAAAAAzw/QsJHoSqEnG8/s400/DSC00888.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He had to spend &amp;nbsp;a lot of time under the lights. All of our kids have had jaundice but Cas was the worst of all of them. &amp;nbsp;He was so bad that we stayed an extra day in the hospital to keep him under the lights, and then we had to bring home the suitcase lights when we left the hospital. It took a few days but his bilirubin finally leveled out and he turned the right color.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cF-lZ4uLX4c/TxyAmSB4d4I/AAAAAAAAAz4/0V4d84LZHH0/s1600/DSC00891.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cF-lZ4uLX4c/TxyAmSB4d4I/AAAAAAAAAz4/0V4d84LZHH0/s320/DSC00891.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;First day home. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;He already seems to have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;chubby, kissable, squeezable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;cheeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The day that we came home from the hospital I experienced &amp;nbsp;one of the most horrible headaches ever known to mankind. &amp;nbsp;I am sure of it! &amp;nbsp;It was Friday and I thought I was going to die--literally.&amp;nbsp;Every time&amp;nbsp;I would sit up or stand up my head would feel as though it was going to explode. &amp;nbsp;Just thinking it would pass, since I usually do not get headaches, I rested and tried to sleep. &amp;nbsp;Every time I would lie down I would instantly feel much better. So I just assumed I needed to rest. &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;---Saturday it got worse. &amp;nbsp;I asked my sister to rub out my neck muscles hoping that would relieve the tension. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;---I did a little research and diagnosed myself with an epidural headache. &amp;nbsp;Called the hospital. &amp;nbsp;They said take your pain meds, drink a lot of caffeine and water, go to bed, and see if it gets better by morning. &amp;nbsp;It was not better. &amp;nbsp;Booo--I guess that is what happens when your spinal fluid is slowly leaking out of a pin size hole. &amp;nbsp;You get a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;HEADACHE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ended up going to the hospital on Sunday morning to have Cas's bilirubin checked and I decided that the pain I was experiencing was not going to go away on its own. While Ben was taking care of the lab work I went up to the OB floor and told them the problem. They said "Yeah, you don't look so good." &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Really??? Hum.. I wonder why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&lt;b&gt;My brain is getting Squished-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So they set me up in a nice hospital bed (I love the hospital by the way) and they called the anesthesiologist. Ben and I proceeded to spend the afternoon at the hospital. &amp;nbsp;After a few hours the Dr. was free and able to help me. &amp;nbsp; He performed a blood patch. &amp;nbsp;That is when they take a bit of blood from your arm and&amp;nbsp;insert&amp;nbsp;it into the area that the epidural was in. The blood patches up the hole and the pressure stops.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It was a 5 minute miracle.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sat up and the headache was GONE..Yes! &amp;nbsp;I might be able to survive the birth of my 5th child after all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And HE is definitely worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eM-vqSLsrfo/TxyI58QF6oI/AAAAAAAAA0A/S6yb27HhB-w/s1600/Color.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eM-vqSLsrfo/TxyI58QF6oI/AAAAAAAAA0A/S6yb27HhB-w/s640/Color.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to my friend &lt;a href="http://sarahwardphoto.blogspot.com/"&gt;SarahWard&lt;/a&gt; for her awesome photography skills. I &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;LOVE&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;these pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327700212604228327-388127055878891261?l=clubmarzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/feeds/388127055878891261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-cas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/388127055878891261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/388127055878891261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-cas.html' title='Baby Cas'/><author><name>Michelle and Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277255090245742822</uri><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/-BXQvCdA66rs/Txx_89N8-JI/AAAAAAAAAzg/cS4kOmGD8g4/s72-c/2011-07-27+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327700212604228327.post-6351463575798838098</id><published>2012-01-08T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:34:18.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And then there were....5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Then there was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;the rest of &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;July.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then there was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4cCMjScXPCM/Twnmcle5CXI/AAAAAAAAAyY/PrEmxqm8QRs/s1600/DSC00716.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4cCMjScXPCM/Twnmcle5CXI/AAAAAAAAAyY/PrEmxqm8QRs/s320/DSC00716.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;me 9 months pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then there was....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OAMdW74dIZM/TwnrH7kyIxI/AAAAAAAAAyo/jokoCX8k4Fw/s1600/july1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OAMdW74dIZM/TwnrH7kyIxI/AAAAAAAAAyo/jokoCX8k4Fw/s640/july1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swimming Lessons.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then there was....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ehbFimz5tsM/TwnrNeWQFqI/AAAAAAAAAyw/N3fyrXzQdow/s1600/2011-07-15+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ehbFimz5tsM/TwnrNeWQFqI/AAAAAAAAAyw/N3fyrXzQdow/s640/2011-07-15+001.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Relay for Life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then there was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ne5nXoTbEzI/Twnmqy7vTdI/AAAAAAAAAyg/-A5GvVQ03nE/s1600/DSC00838.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ne5nXoTbEzI/Twnmqy7vTdI/AAAAAAAAAyg/-A5GvVQ03nE/s640/DSC00838.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Parade.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BBGxcyqgnow/Twntg2KcIsI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/v0fhhMQcZAY/s1600/DSC00852.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BBGxcyqgnow/Twntg2KcIsI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/v0fhhMQcZAY/s400/DSC00852.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peace.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And then finally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;one day late...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;he was here...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7UAtmRCNkJs/Twnrl76wS3I/AAAAAAAAAzI/i3kmShAWClU/s1600/DSC00859.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7UAtmRCNkJs/Twnrl76wS3I/AAAAAAAAAzI/i3kmShAWClU/s640/DSC00859.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Number 5!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;July 26th 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327700212604228327-6351463575798838098?l=clubmarzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/feeds/6351463575798838098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-then-there-were5.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/6351463575798838098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/6351463575798838098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-then-there-were5.html' title='And then there were....5'/><author><name>Michelle and Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277255090245742822</uri><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/-4cCMjScXPCM/Twnmcle5CXI/AAAAAAAAAyY/PrEmxqm8QRs/s72-c/DSC00716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327700212604228327.post-5009940337469654020</id><published>2011-12-27T13:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T13:23:25.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Courtlyne's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;July 6th 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Courtlyne's Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FD-YYtS16Ls/Tvo1P4D0PyI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MEi2u7bBcoQ/s1600/july.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FD-YYtS16Ls/Tvo1P4D0PyI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MEi2u7bBcoQ/s640/july.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not believe that another year has come and gone since my oldest child was born. &amp;nbsp;She is a great girl. Full of personality and spunk. She spends most of her free time doing gymnastics, which is nice since I am there with her. &amp;nbsp;She officially LOVES Jack Sparrow. That is about all she got for her birthday, Jack Sparrow&amp;nbsp;paraphernalia. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She&amp;nbsp;invited a few friends over for a pirate restaurant birthday party. After she drew and painted the awesome Black Pearl ship for the backdrop--she insisted on&amp;nbsp;decorating&amp;nbsp;her own cake. &amp;nbsp;Oh... well I guess it was one less thing that I had to do. &amp;nbsp;I am still trying to prepare myself for this stage of life--crushes on superstars, crushes on boys, going to the mall, independence and preteen attitudes. &amp;nbsp;She is a great girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I love her dearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327700212604228327-5009940337469654020?l=clubmarzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/feeds/5009940337469654020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/12/courtlynes-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/5009940337469654020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/5009940337469654020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/12/courtlynes-birthday.html' title='Courtlyne&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Michelle and Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277255090245742822</uri><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/-FD-YYtS16Ls/Tvo1P4D0PyI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MEi2u7bBcoQ/s72-c/july.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327700212604228327.post-4104863425796254287</id><published>2011-12-04T20:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T08:17:15.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom-You Raise Me Up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think I have procrastinated on the blogging because I have not wanted to do this post..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but at the same time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;want to do it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had the anniversary of my mom's passing this June.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;June 24th 2011&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were attending the family reunion with the Measoms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a day like any other, yet a day like no other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My Dad sent us all a text saying he loved and appreciated us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He went on a long bike ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We took the kids swimming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mom was not there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yet...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;she was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SG1bidQ-Eh0/TtxH96uzJzI/AAAAAAAAAxs/qRV9z3DYbhM/s1600/DSC00696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SG1bidQ-Eh0/TtxH96uzJzI/AAAAAAAAAxs/qRV9z3DYbhM/s320/DSC00696.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;One of the most precious gifts that I have ever been given. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom's fingerprint and "MOM"&amp;nbsp;sketched&amp;nbsp;in everlasting silver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reminding &amp;nbsp;me of&amp;nbsp;Everlasting life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mBjl793rY54/TtxIAoC5oHI/AAAAAAAAAx0/ERAvvv5OsI8/s1600/DSC00693.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mBjl793rY54/TtxIAoC5oHI/AAAAAAAAAx0/ERAvvv5OsI8/s320/DSC00693.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all got a necklace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holly, Emma, Gregg,&lt;br /&gt;Jessica, Allan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and Grandma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We wear them a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I can't help but feel like she is nearer when it is around my neck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SZvLaR5u71M/TtxIY5WbiMI/AAAAAAAAAx8/d0XCOS-BMeU/s1600/DSC01098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SZvLaR5u71M/TtxIY5WbiMI/AAAAAAAAAx8/d0XCOS-BMeU/s320/DSC01098.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People say that the first year is the hardest. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our lives here go on fairly in the same manner as they did before. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;We laugh a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;We spend time together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;We love each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But some things have changed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can no longer listen to&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aJxrX42WcjQ"&gt; You Raise Me Up&lt;/a&gt;," without tearing up, and the&amp;nbsp;Hawaiian&amp;nbsp;Ice shack brings back bittersweet memories. &amp;nbsp;But life goes on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;as Mom would want it to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;us here on Earth with her close by watching and praying over us from Heaven.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love you Mom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327700212604228327-4104863425796254287?l=clubmarzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/feeds/4104863425796254287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/12/mom-you-raise-me-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/4104863425796254287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/4104863425796254287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/12/mom-you-raise-me-up.html' title='Mom-You Raise Me Up.'/><author><name>Michelle and Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277255090245742822</uri><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/-SG1bidQ-Eh0/TtxH96uzJzI/AAAAAAAAAxs/qRV9z3DYbhM/s72-c/DSC00696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327700212604228327.post-8492399608871275388</id><published>2011-10-10T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:28:36.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Measom Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For our family reunion this year we were able to go to Lava Hot Springs in Idaho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We stayed here-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://innatowlhollow.com/images/owl_hollow_bed_and_breakfast.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://innatowlhollow.com/"&gt;Inn at Owl Hollow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;We had a great time playing and swimming and just relaxing. &amp;nbsp;I was about 8 1/2 &amp;nbsp;months pregnant so besides not sleeping well &lt;b&gt;anywhere, &lt;/b&gt;and not having a swim suit that fit, it was great little vacation. &amp;nbsp;Really the only one that the kids got all summer. &amp;nbsp;The house was fun. We were pretty much all able to stay in it--all including&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and grandpa, Lorin and Sherry and Family, Julie and Mark and Family, and us. &amp;nbsp;Holly and Jared came for a couple nights and pitched a tent on the lawn--and my Dad took the quiet way out and rented his own hotel room. &lt;br /&gt;We played games and watched movies and made s'mores around the campfire every night.&lt;br /&gt;We swam at the pool a couple times and we had a great little walk around town.&lt;br /&gt;We visited a little pioneer town and found some ancestors old houses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks to Grandma and Grandpa for providing us with such a great time away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EAPJ3mjI48o/TpO68vz9EnI/AAAAAAAAAwM/-N2mlDVstbY/s1600/DSC00650.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EAPJ3mjI48o/TpO68vz9EnI/AAAAAAAAAwM/-N2mlDVstbY/s640/DSC00650.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Magnificent View from our back patio.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amazing colors&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6o2BEKeT3QY/TpO7E5wBzWI/AAAAAAAAAwU/GwtE2Yk9PVU/s1600/6_28_20111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6o2BEKeT3QY/TpO7E5wBzWI/AAAAAAAAAwU/GwtE2Yk9PVU/s640/6_28_20111.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Caeden having a great time just being outside.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_TsBLIfB8dE/TpO7LAum4LI/AAAAAAAAAwc/HXco8fnNZow/s1600/6_28_20112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_TsBLIfB8dE/TpO7LAum4LI/AAAAAAAAAwc/HXco8fnNZow/s640/6_28_20112.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;All the other fun stuff we did.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-High dive (courtlyne)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Scary slide (carter)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-swimming&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-wiffle ball games&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-some other game played with wooden blocks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-visiting with Grandma Donna&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327700212604228327-8492399608871275388?l=clubmarzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/feeds/8492399608871275388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/10/measom-family-reunion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/8492399608871275388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/8492399608871275388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/10/measom-family-reunion.html' title='Measom Family Reunion'/><author><name>Michelle and Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277255090245742822</uri><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/-EAPJ3mjI48o/TpO68vz9EnI/AAAAAAAAAwM/-N2mlDVstbY/s72-c/DSC00650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327700212604228327.post-4152611664978141025</id><published>2011-08-28T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T11:50:20.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Softball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AWMeeaugt0A/TlqJ3AoPXoI/AAAAAAAAAwI/20u2n0-fQyw/s1600/6_28_2011-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AWMeeaugt0A/TlqJ3AoPXoI/AAAAAAAAAwI/20u2n0-fQyw/s640/6_28_2011-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #f1c232; font-size: large;"&gt;To me softball equals stress.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #f1c232;"&gt;Courtlyne gets stressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #f1c232;"&gt;Ben gets stressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #f1c232;"&gt;I just plain hate softball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #f1c232;"&gt;Carter does not get stressed. She just gets mad if other kids are not playing up to her expectations. &amp;nbsp;And she is not afraid to let them know what the problem is. &amp;nbsp;Carter played her second year of coach pitch and she is being recruited to play on next years teams already.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #f1c232;"&gt;On the other hand, Courtlyne + softball + her Dad coaching + game situations = &amp;nbsp;STRESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #f1c232;"&gt;If you put her in the batting cage, or the back yard she will hit all day long, with perfect form. &amp;nbsp;Once she is on the field she gets a little intimidated----of her peers that she is playing against, and her Dad. &amp;nbsp;She is a great athlete and has a lot of natural talent--just a lot of STRESS on the field. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #f1c232;"&gt;On a positive note...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #f1c232;"&gt;she is the fastest runner, &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #f1c232;"&gt;and she stole the most bases,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #f1c232;"&gt;and she says she likes to play,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;(sometimes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #f1c232;"&gt;so I guess we will see what happens next year.......I am sure I will be watching more softball and experiencing more STRESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327700212604228327-4152611664978141025?l=clubmarzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/feeds/4152611664978141025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/08/softball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/4152611664978141025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/4152611664978141025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/08/softball.html' title='Softball'/><author><name>Michelle and Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277255090245742822</uri><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/-AWMeeaugt0A/TlqJ3AoPXoI/AAAAAAAAAwI/20u2n0-fQyw/s72-c/6_28_2011-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327700212604228327.post-3649200925163821867</id><published>2011-08-07T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T11:57:54.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carter's Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carter's Baptism&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;June 4th 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N81MnxO8sPE/Tj7bSPIXLYI/AAAAAAAAAvU/wRuQ-J6Kw00/s1600/IMG_0586.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N81MnxO8sPE/Tj7bSPIXLYI/AAAAAAAAAvU/wRuQ-J6Kw00/s640/IMG_0586.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BBgKvD2VwIM/Tj7bWpt8r0I/AAAAAAAAAvY/XNEIMg48lKY/s1600/IMG_0215.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BBgKvD2VwIM/Tj7bWpt8r0I/AAAAAAAAAvY/XNEIMg48lKY/s400/IMG_0215.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A1TQ3yTHGbw/Tj7bdTKduII/AAAAAAAAAvc/CvhIw_MnEAM/s1600/IMG_0487.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A1TQ3yTHGbw/Tj7bdTKduII/AAAAAAAAAvc/CvhIw_MnEAM/s400/IMG_0487.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can't believe it, another daughter grown up and old enough to enter the waters of baptism.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so grateful for Carter and her choice to be&amp;nbsp;baptized. &amp;nbsp;She is such a good girl, helpful and kind. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am grateful to have her in my life-she always adds a little spice to everything she does.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She was baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints by her Dad,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;on June 4th 2011.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He then was able to confirm her and give her the gift of the Holy Ghost.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Her friends Abigail Archibald &amp;nbsp;and Allie Tippets were baptized on the same day. &amp;nbsp; It seems like not long ago &amp;nbsp;when they were all turning 3 and having a birthday party together. &amp;nbsp;Now 5 years later they are all 8 and growing up fast.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carter asked her aunt Holly to give a talk on the Holy Ghost and she did such a marvelous job! &amp;nbsp;I hope Carter will remember the talk she gave and the spirit that was felt there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Courtlyne also sang a song (under duress) with the older sisters of the other kids.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;She did good too!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BuWdnXiSeXc/Tj7YEKF72kI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/0o5g5G00Xv0/s1600/6_5_2011-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BuWdnXiSeXc/Tj7YEKF72kI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/0o5g5G00Xv0/s640/6_5_2011-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We had a great turn out of family and friends at her baptism and we followed it up with a yummy BBQ in the backyard. &amp;nbsp;Thank goodness for good weather that day! Such a blessing to be part of a wonderful family and to see my kids grow up! &amp;nbsp;I love every step of the way that we encounter together. I love you Carter and and I am so proud of you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327700212604228327-3649200925163821867?l=clubmarzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/feeds/3649200925163821867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/08/carters-baptism.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/3649200925163821867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/3649200925163821867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/08/carters-baptism.html' title='Carter&apos;s Baptism'/><author><name>Michelle and Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277255090245742822</uri><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/-N81MnxO8sPE/Tj7bSPIXLYI/AAAAAAAAAvU/wRuQ-J6Kw00/s72-c/IMG_0586.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327700212604228327.post-7135152445370775986</id><published>2011-07-23T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T18:38:51.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;The school year officially comes to an end.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cal had a marvelous time in Kindergarten. &amp;nbsp;Being able to spend everyday with his best friend Kyson, playing outside at recess and having Mrs. Price for a teacher made going to school easy!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is excited for next year when he can eat lunch in the lunchroom, have &lt;b&gt;2 &lt;/b&gt;recesses, and take computer class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I am excited that I do not have to take a trip to the school in the middle of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;YEA!!! For 1st grade!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4kB2y2zL0_0/TityVfWpJ2I/AAAAAAAAAus/4u9_3Sc7lHE/s1600/5_30_2011-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: white; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4kB2y2zL0_0/TityVfWpJ2I/AAAAAAAAAus/4u9_3Sc7lHE/s640/5_30_2011-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U7t6rBKHaAw/Tityl5IJBLI/AAAAAAAAAu0/jzXkGLYo7dI/s1600/DSC00468.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U7t6rBKHaAw/Tityl5IJBLI/AAAAAAAAAu0/jzXkGLYo7dI/s640/DSC00468.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So we have a strange tradition at our house where we invite the kids teachers over for dinner at the end of the school year. &amp;nbsp;MY husband thinks this is REALLY weird--he is a teacher and he said he would never want to be invited over to dinner. However this tradition stops usually by the time they hit 5th grade or so...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Carter's teacher Miss Amy Nelson came over &amp;nbsp;for a lovely time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dinner and kickball in the backyard.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Thank you to all those teachers who make a difference in the lives of my kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #454545; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="color: white; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #454545; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #454545; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="color: white; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327700212604228327-7135152445370775986?l=clubmarzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/feeds/7135152445370775986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/07/school-year-officially-comes-to-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/7135152445370775986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/7135152445370775986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/07/school-year-officially-comes-to-end.html' title='School&apos;s Out!'/><author><name>Michelle and Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277255090245742822</uri><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/-4kB2y2zL0_0/TityVfWpJ2I/AAAAAAAAAus/4u9_3Sc7lHE/s72-c/5_30_2011-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327700212604228327.post-2160081127756755814</id><published>2011-07-12T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T17:52:41.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's got some wheel's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hersey Track Meet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;May 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EM1wXpchpSM/TheT3eDmZmI/AAAAAAAAAuU/2kAyuyzRrfs/s1600/076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EM1wXpchpSM/TheT3eDmZmI/AAAAAAAAAuU/2kAyuyzRrfs/s640/076.JPG" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This little girl of mine can &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLY!!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I mean really fly. &amp;nbsp;She ran the 100 meter and took&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt; 1st &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;in her heat so she advanced to the semi-final race. Then she took &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1st&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in that heat so she advanced to the finals. In the final race she placed &lt;b&gt;3rd &lt;/b&gt;allowing her to move on to the district meet in that event. But that is not the &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;amazing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;part. &amp;nbsp;The amazing part came later in the 400 meter run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VpTuWONNqm4/TheT5O3Ld2I/AAAAAAAAAuY/THqb_Id23UU/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VpTuWONNqm4/TheT5O3Ld2I/AAAAAAAAAuY/THqb_Id23UU/s400/014.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LsXnq0eDvI8/TheT7CojR1I/AAAAAAAAAuc/dJ61zDSuXjs/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LsXnq0eDvI8/TheT7CojR1I/AAAAAAAAAuc/dJ61zDSuXjs/s320/016.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KfK0KRgyZuc/TheT9YJpZjI/AAAAAAAAAug/U7lScUi7spQ/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KfK0KRgyZuc/TheT9YJpZjI/AAAAAAAAAug/U7lScUi7spQ/s320/018.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Good starts &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Excellent&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;400 meter run&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b1CfYJLxuyA/TheT_EP3OoI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ndJgFPIrpOY/s1600/041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b1CfYJLxuyA/TheT_EP3OoI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ndJgFPIrpOY/s640/041.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She is just a natural at this. &amp;nbsp;Look at her lose fingers, her great stride, her good arm action, and if you could have seen the photo finish-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;-AMAZING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zq9HVa2OwWo/TheUA2c-WJI/AAAAAAAAAuo/3Sdb2newfro/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zq9HVa2OwWo/TheUA2c-WJI/AAAAAAAAAuo/3Sdb2newfro/s640/045.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what everyone was seeing as she ran about 10 yards in front of them &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;She took 1st in the 400 and qualified for the district meet. Yipee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;I could watch her run all day. &amp;nbsp;Problem is she doesn't want to run. WHY???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a little&amp;nbsp;cajoling&amp;nbsp;and bribery Ben and I talked her into running in the district meet. &amp;nbsp;She really didn't want to. &amp;nbsp;She said she just doesn't like running. &amp;nbsp;How do you not like it when you &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;WIN???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That we did not understand. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, we all went to watch her run at &amp;nbsp;the district meet. &amp;nbsp;Since the 100 was right before the 400 she&amp;nbsp;opted&amp;nbsp;out of that race to save her legs for the 400. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; MAN &lt;/span&gt;I was so nervous......and so was she when she found out who she had to run against. &amp;nbsp;As the girls were called for the race to the starting line we saw the&amp;nbsp;competition&amp;nbsp;for the first time. &amp;nbsp;THREE extremely tall girls--all wearing&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;SF track club uniforms--all looking 12 or older---all at least a head taller than Courtlyne.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Naturally I panicked... I know what it is like to run against people whose legs are &amp;nbsp;longer than you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;tall &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;IT IS &amp;nbsp;HARD.... &lt;/span&gt;and&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;usually the short people do not win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I admit I was skeptical about her chances for&amp;nbsp;success, let alone a win. &amp;nbsp;I told her just go out and do your best. &amp;nbsp;(To bad she heard all my thoughts out loud on the video that I took of &amp;nbsp;her race, OOPPS) I will share that to if I can figure out how to post it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;BUT SHE KILLED IT!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean she &amp;nbsp;not only beat those tall, track runners, she came in first by at least 5-10 yards. &amp;nbsp;Yes, my little girl is a runner, a runner in denial. &amp;nbsp;She qualified for the regional meet and she would not go. &amp;nbsp;I mean would not. &amp;nbsp;All the &amp;nbsp;uncles and aunts and grandparents and parents could not talk her into running again, so I let it go...my &amp;nbsp;dream of her running. I wish she would&amp;nbsp;embrace&amp;nbsp;this talent of hers,&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;I love watching her run. &amp;nbsp;Maybe if I do not force it, and she keeps winning she will one day want to run.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;How can you not want to run when you&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;WIN???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;I still don't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327700212604228327-2160081127756755814?l=clubmarzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/feeds/2160081127756755814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/07/shes-got-some-wheels.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/2160081127756755814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/2160081127756755814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/07/shes-got-some-wheels.html' title='She&apos;s got some wheel&apos;s'/><author><name>Michelle and Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277255090245742822</uri><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/-EM1wXpchpSM/TheT3eDmZmI/AAAAAAAAAuU/2kAyuyzRrfs/s72-c/076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327700212604228327.post-3778983001975697138</id><published>2011-07-02T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T14:36:12.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tCBqgOxGNvg/Tg-Mtxa7H7I/AAAAAAAAAts/MDIiliJ2A-0/s1600/DSC00409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tCBqgOxGNvg/Tg-Mtxa7H7I/AAAAAAAAAts/MDIiliJ2A-0/s640/DSC00409.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My Crew of Kiddos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1,2,3,4&lt;/b&gt;, and almost&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;They make me the &lt;b&gt;Mom&lt;/b&gt; that I am. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They make me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They make me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They make me cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They make me worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They make me wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They make me crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They make me marvel at all that God gives us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;They make me the Mom that I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yvsbmwp8Q7A/Tg-M8KnJW6I/AAAAAAAAAt0/0vLr4LCKvJ4/s1600/DSC00416.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yvsbmwp8Q7A/Tg-M8KnJW6I/AAAAAAAAAt0/0vLr4LCKvJ4/s640/DSC00416.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;My dear Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Helped me become the mom that I am.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taught me to love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taught me to serve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taught me patience.&lt;br /&gt;Taught me to love God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taught me that nothing is greater than being a Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taught me to put my whole heart into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE YOU MOM.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mother's Day was not the same without you here. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327700212604228327-3778983001975697138?l=clubmarzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/feeds/3778983001975697138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/07/mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/3778983001975697138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/3778983001975697138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/07/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Michelle and Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277255090245742822</uri><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/-tCBqgOxGNvg/Tg-Mtxa7H7I/AAAAAAAAAts/MDIiliJ2A-0/s72-c/DSC00409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327700212604228327.post-6447653463488162218</id><published>2011-06-18T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T16:32:40.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BROKEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So you know when the kids are playing and someone gets hurts and starts crying and comes in and says I think I broke my arm, or leg, or foot, or finger, and your first thought as a parent is...Yeah right, you will be fine, let me look at it and give it a kiss and everything will be better. Well, this wasn't one of those times. &amp;nbsp;Cal walked into the room, quite calmly I would say, crying, but not freaking out--and he said "I think I broke my arm." and I started to say "No you didn't you will be fine," and then I looked at it and I said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Yep, it looks like your broke your arm." &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uZM8xt3Fgcg/Tf0gYwekyOI/AAAAAAAAAtI/5Cy2l4KyJig/s1600/DSC00285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uZM8xt3Fgcg/Tf0gYwekyOI/AAAAAAAAAtI/5Cy2l4KyJig/s400/DSC00285.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course it was a Sunday evening--Isn't that the only time something happens--so we loaded Cal into the car and took him to the ER, while Holly and Jared took the other kids home to bed. &amp;nbsp;Fun Stuff!! &amp;nbsp;He was such a good sport--never crying, really, until they had to take the x-rays and move his arm all around. &amp;nbsp;That HURT! &amp;nbsp;Then we went back to his room, got some drugs stuck in his butt, and waited for him to fall asleep so the Dr. could set the bone back in place. &amp;nbsp;That all went smoothly. &amp;nbsp;Then we just had to wait, and wait, and wait for him to wake up. &amp;nbsp;While we were waiting, our pediatrician arrived at the ER with his son. &amp;nbsp;That made me feel a little better knowing the Dr. gets to visit the ER occasionally too:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SO.... about 2 hours later Cal starts to come out of his drug induced sleep--He didn't wake up very easily, since by this time it was 11:00 and he was ready to go to sleep for real. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-He had the splint from the ER on for 2 weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-Then the awesome &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cast for 4 weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-Then the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;BLUE &lt;/span&gt;cast for 2 weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BJHAXFizjoQ/Tf0gj25B-4I/AAAAAAAAAtM/no3TiynNf10/s1600/DSC00441.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BJHAXFizjoQ/Tf0gj25B-4I/AAAAAAAAAtM/no3TiynNf10/s320/DSC00441.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EjpkdgJbvlw/Tf0goc-8wkI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/We4zY_cyWgU/s1600/DSC00443.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EjpkdgJbvlw/Tf0goc-8wkI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/We4zY_cyWgU/s320/DSC00443.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This was the only time that Cal seemed concerned that he had a broken arm, when they had to take the cast off. He had to call is friend Kyson, who had already experienced a broken arm, to ask him how they did it and if it hurt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He &lt;b&gt;would &lt;/b&gt;not take &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; word for it--He had to call a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-HDwpRknxE/Tf0gtqdeGfI/AAAAAAAAAtU/txhXyUyAFy8/s1600/DSC00448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-HDwpRknxE/Tf0gtqdeGfI/AAAAAAAAAtU/txhXyUyAFy8/s320/DSC00448.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8MV-bLgQjxc/Tf0gxlwhnVI/AAAAAAAAAtY/qppZd8YRfpk/s1600/DSC00449.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8MV-bLgQjxc/Tf0gxlwhnVI/AAAAAAAAAtY/qppZd8YRfpk/s320/DSC00449.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_glqfPFBIvQ/Tf0g19DTdkI/AAAAAAAAAtc/9iTMK8hhpA8/s1600/DSC00450.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_glqfPFBIvQ/Tf0g19DTdkI/AAAAAAAAAtc/9iTMK8hhpA8/s400/DSC00450.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Funny Feeling Floppy Arm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T6lnBDS_aUo/Tf0g7I04T3I/AAAAAAAAAtg/fUsHWRkxv48/s1600/DSC00481.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T6lnBDS_aUo/Tf0g7I04T3I/AAAAAAAAAtg/fUsHWRkxv48/s400/DSC00481.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The entire&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; broken bone adventure started on April 3rd, 2011. &amp;nbsp;Eight weeks later he got his last cast off, and was free man. &amp;nbsp;Cal did not complain about his arm, or his cast, or being uncomfortable one time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Seriously&lt;/span&gt;, he didn't. &amp;nbsp;He &amp;nbsp;was quite the trooper.&lt;/div&gt;As &amp;nbsp;parents this is the first broken bone we have encountered. &amp;nbsp;We have had a couple sets of stitches, but this is the first break. &amp;nbsp;I was fine the entire night. &amp;nbsp;I am always calm and patient in situations like this. I am not bothered by the hospital, in fact I quite enjoy it. &amp;nbsp;I have always liked visiting the hospital. &amp;nbsp;I like the smell, the things to hear, and the people to watch. I am not bothered by&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;blood&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;b&gt;shots, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;stitches,&lt;/span&gt; having them set Cal's arm, or&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;whatever&lt;/b&gt; else might come along. &amp;nbsp;SO... I was feeling fine through the whole ordeal--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;minus the thought of having to pay for it&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And then we got home, and I got into bed, and I started to &lt;b&gt;BAWL&lt;/b&gt; my eyes out!! This was the first time in my life as a mom, that the realization hit me that &lt;b&gt;I CAN NOT PROTECT MY KIDS 100%&lt;/b&gt; of the time. &amp;nbsp;And when they get older it will be even harder. So I lay there thinking, and crying, and needing my Mom, and &amp;nbsp;realizing that the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; FUN &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was just&amp;nbsp;beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327700212604228327-6447653463488162218?l=clubmarzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/feeds/6447653463488162218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/06/broken.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/6447653463488162218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/6447653463488162218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/06/broken.html' title='BROKEN'/><author><name>Michelle and Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277255090245742822</uri><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/-uZM8xt3Fgcg/Tf0gYwekyOI/AAAAAAAAAtI/5Cy2l4KyJig/s72-c/DSC00285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327700212604228327.post-8709891425532340666</id><published>2011-06-05T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T15:55:45.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carter's 8th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;May 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;st,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt; 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4BSrgFZMkOA/TewDQXYczjI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Ma40uxDJijU/s1600/May+2011-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4BSrgFZMkOA/TewDQXYczjI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Ma40uxDJijU/s640/May+2011-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe that my little Carter has turned eight years old.&lt;br /&gt;This is a pretty big birthday with a baptism coming up and the&amp;nbsp;beginning&amp;nbsp;of &amp;nbsp;the end of yearly friend birthday parties. &amp;nbsp;After the kids turn 8 I only let them have friend party every other year, so this was the first year that Carter did not have all her friends for a birthday party. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She had crepes for breakfast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;grilled cheese and straight noodle soup for lunch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and Shepherds pie for dinner--She is easy to please.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some of Carter's favorite things are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;horses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;the color&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;swimming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;playing &lt;/b&gt;with her sister&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;spending time with&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mily&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;DESPICABLE ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;her &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; Kate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Carter is such a great spirit in our family. She is always ready and willing to help her Dad outside. She loves to tag along with him when he is working on any project. She is also willing to help with Caeden whenever I need a spare hand. &amp;nbsp; She loves to play with Courtlyne and do stuff with her, and she is so good to almost always play whatever Courtlyne wants. She has some great friends that she has known for a long time and it is fun to see them grow up together. &amp;nbsp;I love her and her sweetness very much--She is a great blessing to me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D_2WuL1vT6s/TewGf8bVDlI/AAAAAAAAAs4/f8rB1rDXJV4/s1600/DSC00395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D_2WuL1vT6s/TewGf8bVDlI/AAAAAAAAAs4/f8rB1rDXJV4/s400/DSC00395.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D_2WuL1vT6s/TewGf8bVDlI/AAAAAAAAAs4/f8rB1rDXJV4/s1600/DSC00395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa Jim and Grandma Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T4We7d5m8F4/TewGmW9bbwI/AAAAAAAAAs8/U7q1AN1L_EQ/s1600/DSC00396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T4We7d5m8F4/TewGmW9bbwI/AAAAAAAAAs8/U7q1AN1L_EQ/s320/DSC00396.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T4We7d5m8F4/TewGmW9bbwI/AAAAAAAAAs8/U7q1AN1L_EQ/s1600/DSC00396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Great Grandma and Grandpa Measom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rWoffkS9rLk/TewGs2b__1I/AAAAAAAAAtA/gysK5r09yWc/s1600/DSC00398.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rWoffkS9rLk/TewGs2b__1I/AAAAAAAAAtA/gysK5r09yWc/s320/DSC00398.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Great Grandpa and Grandma Carlson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9jya4wmdoW4/TewGv3qG66I/AAAAAAAAAtE/8PVd0ceaMpw/s1600/DSC00399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9jya4wmdoW4/TewGv3qG66I/AAAAAAAAAtE/8PVd0ceaMpw/s400/DSC00399.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Grandpa Gary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327700212604228327-8709891425532340666?l=clubmarzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/feeds/8709891425532340666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/06/carters-8th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/8709891425532340666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/8709891425532340666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/06/carters-8th-birthday.html' title='Carter&apos;s 8th Birthday'/><author><name>Michelle and Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277255090245742822</uri><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/-4BSrgFZMkOA/TewDQXYczjI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Ma40uxDJijU/s72-c/May+2011-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327700212604228327.post-3740453179138739822</id><published>2011-05-24T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T13:12:51.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Cal's Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;April 23rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFN-4AY4iXY/TdnaLC-bywI/AAAAAAAAAss/1kLdFKcl-AY/s1600/april2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFN-4AY4iXY/TdnaLC-bywI/AAAAAAAAAss/1kLdFKcl-AY/s640/april2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Once again he wanted to go to Chuck E. Cheese, so we invited his bestest buddy Kyson to go with us and we spent the afternoon eating pizza and wasting our money on awesome games and tickets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;-It is nice to have a quick easy party without a lot of planning or worry on my part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;-Don't really love Chuck E.Cheese--but he does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;-He ate so much&amp;nbsp;chocolate&amp;nbsp;cake while we were there, and then later that night when we invited over the grandparents and&amp;nbsp;aunts&amp;nbsp;and uncles he ate even more chocolate cake. Finally, a kid after my own chocolate heart!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Right now Cal loves:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-to play video games, computer games, Wii, Nintedo, games on peoples phones, anything electronic he can &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;get his grubby hands on, (much to my dismay).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;-the color red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;-hanging with his buddy Kyson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;-riding bikes and scooters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;-anything Thor or Ninja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;-eating straight noodle soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;-chocolate cake and ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327700212604228327-3740453179138739822?l=clubmarzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/feeds/3740453179138739822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/05/birthday-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/3740453179138739822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/3740453179138739822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/05/birthday-time.html' title='Birthday Time'/><author><name>Michelle and Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277255090245742822</uri><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/-TFN-4AY4iXY/TdnaLC-bywI/AAAAAAAAAss/1kLdFKcl-AY/s72-c/april2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327700212604228327.post-7022904521140545409</id><published>2011-05-13T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T15:53:43.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Smart Cookie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My Smart Little Cookie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sIdrsjXcOjM/Tc4HWyuPJzI/AAAAAAAAAsg/2CG_v8YicfA/s1600/DSC00277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sIdrsjXcOjM/Tc4HWyuPJzI/AAAAAAAAAsg/2CG_v8YicfA/s400/DSC00277.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sIdrsjXcOjM/Tc4HWyuPJzI/AAAAAAAAAsg/2CG_v8YicfA/s1600/DSC00277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T0ruejkruNI/Tc4HhGwXMmI/AAAAAAAAAsk/CwYExzcPCtE/s1600/DSC00280.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T0ruejkruNI/Tc4HhGwXMmI/AAAAAAAAAsk/CwYExzcPCtE/s320/DSC00280.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Smart COOKIE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jP0MajOXW28/Tc4HtuL5XAI/AAAAAAAAAso/gYOfJyXh5tM/s1600/DSC00282.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jP0MajOXW28/Tc4HtuL5XAI/AAAAAAAAAso/gYOfJyXh5tM/s320/DSC00282.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8liv9jMvCks/Tc4HJer3ynI/AAAAAAAAAsc/n4g9xFGJJuE/s1600/DSC00283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8liv9jMvCks/Tc4HJer3ynI/AAAAAAAAAsc/n4g9xFGJJuE/s320/DSC00283.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;YUMM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Since my sister just moved her spa&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.azaleadayspa.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Azalea Day Spa and Salon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to the shop right next door to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smartcookiecompany.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Smart Cookie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;there have been a few dollars spent there on some&amp;nbsp;delectably, delicious cookies. &amp;nbsp;When cookies are this good I think that I could eat them for breakfast, lunch, dinner and&amp;nbsp;dessert. &amp;nbsp;If you have never had a Smart Cookie, now is the time. Then you probably should drop by the spa for a pedicure, facial, or a massage. &amp;nbsp;Can't think of a better day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;YUMM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327700212604228327-7022904521140545409?l=clubmarzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/feeds/7022904521140545409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-smart-cookie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/7022904521140545409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/7022904521140545409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-smart-cookie.html' title='One Smart Cookie'/><author><name>Michelle and Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277255090245742822</uri><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/-sIdrsjXcOjM/Tc4HWyuPJzI/AAAAAAAAAsg/2CG_v8YicfA/s72-c/DSC00277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327700212604228327.post-543738152196873493</id><published>2011-05-05T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T21:07:21.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5wW2CyJqMh4/TcNw1wOnw9I/AAAAAAAAAsY/N6VKCnCz5xQ/s1600/March3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5wW2CyJqMh4/TcNw1wOnw9I/AAAAAAAAAsY/N6VKCnCz5xQ/s640/March3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Caeden having a complete meltdown*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cat in the Hat for Dr.&amp;nbsp;Seuss's&amp;nbsp; Birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a day of sluffing school to visit the Discovery Gateway&amp;nbsp;museum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Courtlyne has been begging to go here for the longest time. &amp;nbsp;The last time we went she was about 5 and she loved it. &amp;nbsp;Yeah--she didn't love it so much this time even though&amp;nbsp;it is bigger and better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She is almost 11 now and it just isn't the same.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The other kids had an okay time--I do not think it is an amazing place to take kids or worth the money--If we had not had discounted tickets I would not have gone. &amp;nbsp;I wouldn't really recommend it, unless they could&amp;nbsp;guarantee&amp;nbsp;that there wouldn't be anyone else but you and your kids there, then it would be FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327700212604228327-543738152196873493?l=clubmarzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/feeds/543738152196873493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/05/march-madness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/543738152196873493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/543738152196873493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/05/march-madness.html' title='March Madness'/><author><name>Michelle and Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277255090245742822</uri><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/-5wW2CyJqMh4/TcNw1wOnw9I/AAAAAAAAAsY/N6VKCnCz5xQ/s72-c/March3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327700212604228327.post-1156851531173796357</id><published>2011-05-03T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T20:44:03.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A BOY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On March 16, 2011 Ben and I went to the doctor&amp;nbsp;to have an ultra sound to find out if our baby #5 was going to be a boy or a girl. &amp;nbsp;I felt like all along it would be a girl, simply for the fact that we just seem to do well with girls. &amp;nbsp;But I was wrong, and Ben was right. &amp;nbsp;Another little boy for our family of 6 to now become a family of 7. I never in all my years of growing up and such, &amp;nbsp;imagined myself having 5 kids. &amp;nbsp;Never imagined it. &amp;nbsp;But it was just right &amp;nbsp;to try to have one more, &amp;nbsp;we didn't have to try very hard either. &amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;remember&amp;nbsp;my mom saying when I was pregnant with Caeden that she hoped she would be a girl because then we would try one more time to have another boy--I told her no way we will be done with 4 kiddos--Well, I think my mom met this little spirit up in heaven and sent him to us pronto so we would not change our minds. Ben and I came home to the kids having set up this awesome display for dinner. &amp;nbsp;They were anticipating the announcement!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, i'ts a BOY!! Everyone was excited except for Courtlyne. &amp;nbsp;She did however send everyone a great email that I wish I would have saved forever--It said something about my mom is having a BOY! &amp;nbsp;And guess what I saw a picture of his&amp;nbsp;wiener! I have got to see if she still has that on her email, it was hilarious.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She was hoping I guess for another sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Things like this make me happy and proud to me a MOM of such great kids. &amp;nbsp;I love you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-66KiU5uCV-M/Tb94filFoDI/AAAAAAAAAr8/Tq8VKLhzypE/s1600/DSC00127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-66KiU5uCV-M/Tb94filFoDI/AAAAAAAAAr8/Tq8VKLhzypE/s640/DSC00127.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They used the nice tablecloth, the fancy glasses, and an amazing display of Kool-Aid in the punch bowl. &amp;nbsp;The Kool-Aid didn't get quite enough sugar, but we helped them out with that after we tasted it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J8LbEH6w4GI/Tb8OwVeIfuI/AAAAAAAAAr4/UJV_YdE9Faw/s1600/DSC00129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J8LbEH6w4GI/Tb8OwVeIfuI/AAAAAAAAAr4/UJV_YdE9Faw/s320/DSC00129.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Had to show Caeden's little cheesy smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;CHEESE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So does anyone have any good ideas for a boy name that starts with a C?&lt;br /&gt;These ones have already been eliminated--&lt;br /&gt;Conan (which was honestly Ben's first pick)&lt;br /&gt;Colin (sick kid in Secret Garden)&lt;br /&gt;Cash&lt;br /&gt;Cadillac (Ben's 2nd pick)&lt;br /&gt;Cobra (Cal's first pick) &amp;nbsp;Maybe if I were married to Jackie Chan and we were ninjas&lt;br /&gt;Crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Coah, Coen, and Cannon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both like Cael--Is it too much like Cal?? &amp;nbsp;This is tough, so any unusual or usual names that you know of shout them out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327700212604228327-1156851531173796357?l=clubmarzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/feeds/1156851531173796357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-boy.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/1156851531173796357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/1156851531173796357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s A BOY!!'/><author><name>Michelle and Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277255090245742822</uri><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/-66KiU5uCV-M/Tb94filFoDI/AAAAAAAAAr8/Tq8VKLhzypE/s72-c/DSC00127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327700212604228327.post-7452362778810767441</id><published>2011-04-24T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T20:58:11.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. George</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Really, why do we go to St.George? &amp;nbsp;It is all about the swimming. &amp;nbsp;The pool, the pool, the pool. &amp;nbsp;The only real reason we go to St. George. &amp;nbsp;Thank goodness the weather was warm enough to swim and the kids had a blast. &amp;nbsp;I sat in the sun since--the water wasn't quite warm enough for me, and I am in no shape for swimming right now. &amp;nbsp;Caeden had the best time, she jumped and swam and could have cared less if anyone was with her and her water muscles or not. It was a little scary to watch her confidence grow and grow as the weekend went on. &amp;nbsp;She loves the water. &amp;nbsp;I can't wait until summer when we can just fill up the backyard pool and be warm in the sunshine. &amp;nbsp;If the sun ever decides to come out and stay awhile.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZukCLXsA7Qs/TbTuSAIwKQI/AAAAAAAAAro/u_5HJyWZR0Q/s1600/March1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZukCLXsA7Qs/TbTuSAIwKQI/AAAAAAAAAro/u_5HJyWZR0Q/s640/March1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;A quick stop at the St George temple usually rounds out our trip. It was a really quick trip this time as one of the baseball coaches called and his car had broken down on the side of the road on his way out of town. &amp;nbsp;We quickly loaded up the kids and headed out to see if we could help him and his family. &amp;nbsp;We ended up with all 11 of us riding to Cedar City together in our van. &amp;nbsp;We piled in and cozied up. &amp;nbsp;They had some family there that helped them get fixed up and on their way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZukCLXsA7Qs/TbTuSAIwKQI/AAAAAAAAAro/u_5HJyWZR0Q/s1600/March1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fQBLV4UQNBg/TbTuFmlUNdI/AAAAAAAAArk/N1K6LTpbS0Q/s1600/March.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fQBLV4UQNBg/TbTuFmlUNdI/AAAAAAAAArk/N1K6LTpbS0Q/s640/March.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Just a little stop in the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o5Xz29KgZB0/TbTsrd15wNI/AAAAAAAAArc/dHjbeI2CxZE/s1600/March2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o5Xz29KgZB0/TbTsrd15wNI/AAAAAAAAArc/dHjbeI2CxZE/s640/March2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Mi Tio Es El Mas Bakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YG4ai2CHu-0/TaZ70iGqyVI/AAAAAAAAAqk/K60Jznl6EHs/s1600/DSC09857.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YG4ai2CHu-0/TaZ70iGqyVI/AAAAAAAAAqk/K60Jznl6EHs/s640/DSC09857.JPG" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: left;"&gt;So, Allan was so excited to send Caeden this shirt for her second birthday. &amp;nbsp;Only we couldn't really translate it--Bakan, was an&amp;nbsp;unknown&amp;nbsp;Spanish&amp;nbsp;word to even Grandma Carol who speaks fluent Spanish. We pretty much guessed that it meant that my Uncle is the coolest or best, or something to that affect. &amp;nbsp;When Allan emailed me that next week he said that is is more of a gangster/slang word that is used only Chile and it basically means my Uncle is a Bad-A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, in a tribute to our favorite Elder Allan Measom, the Bad-A, we wear this shirt! &amp;nbsp;Here are some pictures of him working hard in the mission field--Love you Uncle Alli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6-_YUcm9OPU/Tadv6I6ud6I/AAAAAAAAArA/kQix14khCE8/s1600/Kourtlyn%252C+Kal%252C+Karter%252C+Kaden+8%252C+s17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Split Jump&amp;nbsp;Extraordinare &amp;nbsp;*February &amp;nbsp;2011*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FajOYMnp-9U/TZtYssQZGEI/AAAAAAAAAqE/MVhkzGNDA-M/s1600/H1090001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FajOYMnp-9U/TZtYssQZGEI/AAAAAAAAAqE/MVhkzGNDA-M/s640/H1090001.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So proud&amp;nbsp;to post this picture of Courtlyne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was a picture of her at her first level six meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is growing into quite a fine gymnast, if I do say so myself!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love that she is at the gym most of the time that I am there and that she loves this sport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am amazed at her talent and drive to compete--I know I did not have that competitive spirit at her age. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327700212604228327-2851995004320646326?l=clubmarzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/feeds/2851995004320646326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/04/white-girls-can-jump.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/2851995004320646326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/2851995004320646326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/04/white-girls-can-jump.html' title='White girls can JUMP!!'/><author><name>Michelle and Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277255090245742822</uri><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/-FajOYMnp-9U/TZtYssQZGEI/AAAAAAAAAqE/MVhkzGNDA-M/s72-c/H1090001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327700212604228327.post-7145076618359371551</id><published>2011-03-29T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T21:43:11.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caeden Turn's Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I can not believe that my little human is TWO years old. &amp;nbsp;I think she is the most adorable little human EVER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Of course I am a little biased. &amp;nbsp;I call her the little human because she is so small and she thinks she is so capable of doing whatever any other human could do. &amp;nbsp;She gets her own food. &amp;nbsp;Wants to do her own hair. &amp;nbsp;Moves the stools to wherever she needs to be. &amp;nbsp;Opens the fridge. &amp;nbsp;Gets her shoes. Gets in the car. &amp;nbsp;Reads books. Plays puzzles. &amp;nbsp;And generally feels as if she belongs with the big kids ALWAYS!! &amp;nbsp; She is quite a character. I have not had a child like her yet. Into everything---all the time. Writing on walls, writing on herself, and not stopping for a minute. &amp;nbsp;Until nap time and then she hits the bed and crashes for a few hours everyday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Thank goodness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am amazed&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;I look at her. &amp;nbsp;Her little body, with her little muscular legs that walk and run her&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;non-stop all over the place. &amp;nbsp;I am thankful that she is mine, that God has given &amp;nbsp;me her special spirit and amazing human body to raise in this troubled world. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I love her--she wears me out--but nothing makes me smile more&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;We had a great turn out for the party--Thanks Grandpa Gary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hC41bNFyZmY/TZIxy8iwUkI/AAAAAAAAApw/gwCrEqeNUU0/s1600/DSC09838.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hC41bNFyZmY/TZIxy8iwUkI/AAAAAAAAApw/gwCrEqeNUU0/s320/DSC09838.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A cute little sheep from Great-Grandma and Grandpa Carlson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lots of loves and kisses for the sheepy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Halloween make-up, how did she find it?? GOOD QUESTION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jHjdjQ0UfEw/TZIyEV_f7fI/AAAAAAAAAp0/9jC201i7zO4/s1600/DSC09839.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jHjdjQ0UfEw/TZIyEV_f7fI/AAAAAAAAAp0/9jC201i7zO4/s320/DSC09839.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ov1R3PvDC_U/TZIyUYr9RsI/AAAAAAAAAp4/SOrn8rner4s/s1600/DSC09840.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ov1R3PvDC_U/TZIyUYr9RsI/AAAAAAAAAp4/SOrn8rner4s/s320/DSC09840.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love you Caeden&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327700212604228327-7145076618359371551?l=clubmarzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/feeds/7145076618359371551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/03/caeden-turns-two.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/7145076618359371551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/7145076618359371551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/03/caeden-turns-two.html' title='Caeden Turn&apos;s Two'/><author><name>Michelle and Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277255090245742822</uri><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/-b8EFi50TT-E/TZIwIK4htjI/AAAAAAAAApU/hkaxqpyjtjw/s72-c/DSC09818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327700212604228327.post-1991544336388458540</id><published>2011-03-20T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T20:32:50.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>January 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rBnVdH2Z40Y/TYaCFnUHFzI/AAAAAAAAAog/8hNMdAC2fCM/s1600/DSC09788.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rBnVdH2Z40Y/TYaCFnUHFzI/AAAAAAAAAog/8hNMdAC2fCM/s400/DSC09788.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;THE CAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Z8SUKDWyUDs/TYaDcqhzx1I/AAAAAAAAAo4/bssWXCyI2Y8/s1600/DSC09801.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Z8SUKDWyUDs/TYaDcqhzx1I/AAAAAAAAAo4/bssWXCyI2Y8/s320/DSC09801.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I kept telling Ben that all I wanted for my Birthday was a &amp;nbsp;BIG FAT CHOCOLATE CAKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;You know the kind that is so gooey and yummy and&amp;nbsp;chocolaty&amp;nbsp;that you have to have the vanilla ice cream on the side or you would die from chocolate overload. &amp;nbsp;That is what I wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;The dear sweet husband of mine--Baked me not only&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; chocolate cakes. &amp;nbsp;He found the recipes online and couldn't&amp;nbsp;decide&amp;nbsp;which one would be better so he made them both. &amp;nbsp;The cakes were good--Bless his heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;the frosting just didn't turn out so great....but a great big &amp;nbsp;Thank You for my birthday wish!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-USSLkkYZFlg/TYaCTK0GGwI/AAAAAAAAAok/tedpNQOeo4U/s1600/DSC09790.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-USSLkkYZFlg/TYaCTK0GGwI/AAAAAAAAAok/tedpNQOeo4U/s400/DSC09790.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Yes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Courtlyne did wear this to school today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;I am glad that she is not afraid to show off her&amp;nbsp;individuality&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and style.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;Kids got a hold of the camera, and the funny faces commenced!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-d4Zkwk3Je34/TYaGLOOK8CI/AAAAAAAAApE/6RJ0rPAvIC4/s1600/DSC09805.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RLxQ_3a9G9E/TYaDAL_WWmI/AAAAAAAAAow/oQlk137SLic/s320/DSC09796.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9ft5xWvX6kY/TYaDOvtsGNI/AAAAAAAAAo0/6AEcq2PLpgs/s1600/DSC09798.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9ft5xWvX6kY/TYaDOvtsGNI/AAAAAAAAAo0/6AEcq2PLpgs/s320/DSC09798.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I hate to admit it but I was a little&amp;nbsp;disappointed&amp;nbsp;in the birthday gifts from my sisters.. &amp;nbsp;I mean usually my sisters give me something that I really enjoy like some great books, or new make-up that I would never buy myself, or a free massage, &amp;nbsp;this year I got these...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/gb/en/images/products/choklad-ljus-milk-chocolate-bar__0123426_PE279556_S4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.ikea.com/gb/en/images/products/choklad-ljus-milk-chocolate-bar__0123426_PE279556_S4.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/gb/en/images/products/sylt-lingon-lingonberry-jam__0109446_PE259111_S4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.ikea.com/gb/en/images/products/sylt-lingon-lingonberry-jam__0109446_PE259111_S4.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51e3Tc7iKyL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51e3Tc7iKyL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51e3Tc7iKyL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Really guys... I like chocolate and everything--the jam was horrible, but I was grateful that I had gotten a gift at all and that they were there to eat cake with me. &amp;nbsp;Little did I know... this was just a preview of a great surprise. &amp;nbsp;The next day I was minding my own business at work and my three sisters showed up with a&amp;nbsp;bunch&amp;nbsp;of balloons--I was like UMMM...you are a little late with the birthday present. But they had arranged for me to leave work--run away to Heber/Park City and escape for the night. We stayed at the Swiss Alps Inn---hence all the Swiss treats. &amp;nbsp; It was a great surprise. &amp;nbsp;I am now only sad that because I am usually the camera man, and &amp;nbsp;I was caught off guard, &amp;nbsp;I did not have my camera to take any photos of the adventure. &amp;nbsp;We just hung out--laughed, played a game, ate a lot of junk, watched a movie, stayed up late, and enjoyed the time. &amp;nbsp;It was amazing to me that they worked out the logistics of my life for me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;The job, the kids, the husband, and the home were all taken care of without me&amp;nbsp;worrying&amp;nbsp;about a THING. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"&gt;Amazing! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_867266741"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_867266742"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327700212604228327-1991544336388458540?l=clubmarzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/feeds/1991544336388458540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/03/january-2011.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/1991544336388458540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/1991544336388458540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/03/january-2011.html' title='January 2011'/><author><name>Michelle and Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277255090245742822</uri><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='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rBnVdH2Z40Y/TYaCFnUHFzI/AAAAAAAAAog/8hNMdAC2fCM/s72-c/DSC09788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5327700212604228327.post-1163172917488648478</id><published>2011-03-18T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T14:32:46.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 *The Year*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;January&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PpJIOsynOkY/TX_AnXc2TjI/AAAAAAAAAoU/QvhWJQOJlVw/s1600/gym+meet+%25231+jan+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PpJIOsynOkY/TX_AnXc2TjI/AAAAAAAAAoU/QvhWJQOJlVw/s640/gym+meet+%25231+jan+2010.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I celebrated my 34th Birthday!! &amp;nbsp;My Mom made me the most delicious chocolate cake with chocolate frosting. YUMM!! It was big enough to have leftovers for a week. &amp;nbsp;Nothing compares to that homemade chocolate cake. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Courtlyne started competing Level 5 gymnastics. &amp;nbsp;I now have had the role of gymnast, gymnastics coach, and the most stressful, gymnastics mom. &amp;nbsp;She was a little nervous and I was a lot nervous.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tie-dye fest. &amp;nbsp;We just needed a colorful picture on a drab January Sunday. &amp;nbsp;YES-- we made them all!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;February&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Fsdv7Lb3Mj0/TX--vCRfR5I/AAAAAAAAAno/eRmpJWK_1A8/s1600/Caedens+B%25231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Fsdv7Lb3Mj0/TX--vCRfR5I/AAAAAAAAAno/eRmpJWK_1A8/s640/Caedens+B%25231.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;More gymnastics meets. &amp;nbsp;I am getting a little more settled in watching her compete. &amp;nbsp;She is a natural. I wasn't sure what kind of a&amp;nbsp;competitor&amp;nbsp;she would be--all girls are different. &amp;nbsp;Some rise to the occasion of competition while others freak out and mess it all up--She&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;takes it seriously.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caeden turns #1. &amp;nbsp;Wow my little baby is one and she is such &amp;nbsp;a character. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caeden learns to walk. Watch out!! Running and climbing are not far behind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;March&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8OKq0uIq3rw/TX--2_gVX0I/AAAAAAAAAns/BMxJm38fKh0/s1600/cals+B%25235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8OKq0uIq3rw/TX--2_gVX0I/AAAAAAAAAns/BMxJm38fKh0/s640/cals+B%25235.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Courtlyne and Carter were super excited to be the little Misses for Christie Cerenzie and Candice Wride at the Miss Spanish Fork&amp;nbsp;pageant. &amp;nbsp;We spent a day at the salon getting their hair curled and all&amp;nbsp;girlied&amp;nbsp;up for the&amp;nbsp;pageant. &amp;nbsp;That is stuff that we are not especially used to at our house. &amp;nbsp;They had a lot of fun&amp;nbsp;escorting&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;pageant&amp;nbsp;girls. &amp;nbsp;And---Christie won &amp;nbsp;1st &amp;nbsp;attendant&amp;nbsp;and Candice won 2nd attendant. &amp;nbsp;Fun night for all!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crazy hair day for the second graders&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caeden always, always wearing Dads hats.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Cancun Vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-W1Eqt6GPYLc/TX-_Mat_qfI/AAAAAAAAAn0/tC28qpn7-vM/s1600/cancun+3-2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-W1Eqt6GPYLc/TX-_Mat_qfI/AAAAAAAAAn0/tC28qpn7-vM/s640/cancun+3-2010.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So we needed a little vacation--It had been almost 8 years since we had gone for an extended vacation without the kiddos--We booked it in January with some good friends of ours so all through the cold months we had something to look forward to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The best water I have ever been in. &amp;nbsp;Body surfing and sun and the sand and oh...I could have stayed on that beach all day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hot husband in the waves.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our pool view.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The large iguanas that I was dared $10 dollars to try to touch. &amp;nbsp;I got close, and then a little iguana&amp;nbsp;started to run at the big iguana and then it started to run at me. &amp;nbsp;I RAN. &amp;nbsp;The locals say they are just like chickens and will not hurt you, however, we have chickens and I don't really like to touch them either.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rai-Rai--our topless neighbor. AUGGHH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Snorkeling--I loved it!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The pornovator--This elevator was so trippy I wish I could have captured a decent picture. Wall to wall mirrors--flashing lights, it was HUMMM...Not sure what it was really. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;April&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4_D55tN-T0M/TX-_AoMJl5I/AAAAAAAAAnw/a6Rv00B02w0/s1600/cals+B%252351.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4_D55tN-T0M/TX-_AoMJl5I/AAAAAAAAAnw/a6Rv00B02w0/s640/cals+B%252351.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cal turns 5. &amp;nbsp;Ready to start school this year--Wow, the boy is growing up. &amp;nbsp;We celebrated with his best friend Kyson at Chuck &amp;nbsp;E. Cheese. &amp;nbsp;Man I hate that place. &amp;nbsp;Transformer cupcakes, and lots of boy toys.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pictures with Great-Grandparents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pictures with Grandma Linda, she made him a sweet cozy blanket, and Grandpa Gary.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Birthday Spankins!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Then we had Easter---Amazing to wake up on a bright Easter Sunday to a good 6 inches of snow--WHAT!! The Easter Bunny always brings the kids swimsuits for Easter... so being the picture taking Mom that I am I had to get the photo... in the snow, in the swimsuits. &amp;nbsp;YES!!! &amp;nbsp;LOVE IT!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;May&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wLeYWFg5g5k/TX-_kkKfpYI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Cann62RNG1I/s1600/courts+10th.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wLeYWFg5g5k/TX-_kkKfpYI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Cann62RNG1I/s640/courts+10th.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;May 1st Carter turns 7. We had a spa birthday with a couple good friends and the amazing work of the Azalea Day Spa! Thanks to HOLLY. Pedicures, and fancy gift bags and cute presents.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Then a family party with Grandmas and Grandpas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hersey Track meet. &amp;nbsp;Courtlyne crosses the finish line first in her 400 heat. &amp;nbsp;I LOVE watching her run--and she hates running. &amp;nbsp;But she is so good at it. I hope it is a talent that she will someday want to develop. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We had a little Cinco De Mayo on Mother's day with a great&amp;nbsp;piñata&amp;nbsp;for the kids.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grandma Betty, Mom and me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me and my kids.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mother's Day 2010. &amp;nbsp;I didn't know at the time that this would be the last Mother's Day that I would &amp;nbsp;spend with my Mom. &amp;nbsp;I think we all knew that she was not getting better but reluctant to admit it. &amp;nbsp;We had a great day just being together and spending time. &amp;nbsp;I guess none of us really knows when that day may be the last time--Cherish Each Other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;June&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GZhRYlK-nd4/TX-916FzHuI/AAAAAAAAAnU/1Mebp30zmF8/s1600/relay+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GZhRYlK-nd4/TX-916FzHuI/AAAAAAAAAnU/1Mebp30zmF8/s640/relay+2010.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Courtlyne finishes out the season at the state meet. &amp;nbsp;Becoming one of the top 3 in the state for her age group.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swimming lessons. &amp;nbsp;A must every summer--although it always seems so cold!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Relay for Life- This years Relay was quite emotional for all of us. &amp;nbsp;Originally they asked my Mom to speak at the big ceremony to start the luminaria &amp;nbsp;walk for the event. &amp;nbsp;She said she would be glad to. &amp;nbsp;Then Mom got sick. &amp;nbsp;Really sick. To me it actually seemed like it happened over night. The cancer that was in her body finally won the fight. &amp;nbsp;Regardless of the fact that my Mom became so sick and &amp;nbsp;incoherent&amp;nbsp;she still thought she would speak at the Relay. &amp;nbsp; My Dad told her that he would take her place if she was not able to go. &amp;nbsp;He ended up having to do the job, and he was amazing. It was refreshing for so many people to hear what he had to say about being a caregiver to someone who is sick. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It was pouring rain ALL night and we were wet and cold--Dad stood up there and &amp;nbsp;did a great job making people smile. &amp;nbsp;For the first time we ended up leaving the Relay, we packed up our tents in&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;middle of the night and took our soaking wet selves home to &amp;nbsp;bed. &amp;nbsp;It is a good thing that we did because we surely would have drowned at Payson park that night. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5HBpHROMitw/TX--ncSI7WI/AAAAAAAAAnk/ts9buFz20Sw/s1600/11_23_2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5HBpHROMitw/TX--ncSI7WI/AAAAAAAAAnk/ts9buFz20Sw/s640/11_23_2010.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;At the end of May my parents went on a trip to Washington D.C. &amp;nbsp;and when they got home my Dad&amp;nbsp;immediately&amp;nbsp;took Mom to the hospital. &amp;nbsp;My sisters and I went to visit them on a day that they just happen to be&amp;nbsp;counseling&amp;nbsp;with a social worker about Hospice. &amp;nbsp;I am so grateful for the insight that we had to go to the hospital and to go together. &amp;nbsp;We all were able to talk about things that Mom wanted and where treatment would go from there. &amp;nbsp;I remember us all having to be at work and just sitting there not going anywhere. It was horrible and sad and at the same time we were still laughing, as Mom requested that we all sing at her funeral. &amp;nbsp;Not just any song but "You Raise Me Up" &amp;nbsp;By Josh Gorban.---WE DO NOT SING and if we do it sounds horrible. &amp;nbsp; So we were all &amp;nbsp;just laughing because she was still making jokes. &amp;nbsp;It was hard.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It seems like from that moment on at the hospital that I knew I needed to or should speak at my Mom's funeral. &amp;nbsp;I started thinking every night about what I would say and how I would say it. &amp;nbsp;I told my Dad I would like to do it if he wanted me too---I hope that I did not take over by offering to speak. &amp;nbsp;I just knew I needed to do it. &amp;nbsp;It felt good to be able to stand up there and honor the amazing, spiritual woman that my mom was, and to remember the good times.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caeden said "I love you" for the first time ever &amp;nbsp;to my Mom during this time. &amp;nbsp;I know she heard her little voice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;About a week before she became bedridden she was outside with me and the kids, dragging her oxygen tank and teaching them the art of dipping fries into your slushie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I felt inspired to call my brother who was able to come out a couple weeks before Mom passed away. &amp;nbsp;I recall that the last real semi-coherent day she had was the last day that he was here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emma moved in and&amp;nbsp;sacrificed&amp;nbsp;her time and energy to help out at home. THANK YOU.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She couldn't bath herself, she couldn't get out of bed, she couldn't talk.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We had to move her to a hospital bed downstairs where she was to stay until she passed away.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dad called us all to come over and talk taking Mom off of her oxygen. &amp;nbsp;We knew she wasn't really with us anymore and her spirit was ready to go home. We decided to meet that next day and be there together. &amp;nbsp;The hospice nurse said she could possibly live a few minutes &amp;nbsp;to a few days without the oxygen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We prayed together-My Dad asked specifically that she would not suffer and that she would be able to pass quickly with out pain. &amp;nbsp;We cried.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She passed away peacefully in minutes after the prayer on June 24th 2010.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I felt relief for her and her suffering and sorrow for my Dad and our family.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We talked to Allan in Chile on the phone for a few hours. &amp;nbsp;He had great support there while serving his mission--My Mom did not want him to come home. &amp;nbsp;He honored her wishes by honoring the Lord. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My sisters and I were able to dress and prepare my Mom for her viewing--it was a very&amp;nbsp;spiritual&amp;nbsp;experience&amp;nbsp;that I will cherish forever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The viewing was held at my parents home. At first we all thought it would be a little creepy and&amp;nbsp;weird--but it was perfect. &amp;nbsp;Like my Dad said where else would she rather be? &amp;nbsp;No where but home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;All the family came. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The funeral was held July 1st 2010.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ewwRQG2zFN4/TX_ActlHFEI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/C6IuUY860zU/s1600/family+reunion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ewwRQG2zFN4/TX_ActlHFEI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/C6IuUY860zU/s640/family+reunion.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When my &amp;nbsp;Mom said she would rather have a party than a funeral I never really thought that it could or would happen--but that is pretty much what happened. The Carlson family reunion just happened to be planned for that weekend. &amp;nbsp;Her 6 brothers, and 1 sister were all there--with lots of their own kids and grandkids. So after the funeral lots of family and lots of crazy fun.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stitches in Cal's ear after a run in with some cousins.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paper bag on the head massacre. Ending in a......&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Broken nose and an expensive trip &amp;nbsp;to the emergency room for Gregg, after a run in with a cousins girlfriend. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kickball and Ben's pulled hamstring. &amp;nbsp;Caeden is kissing him better in the photo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Death defying blanket tosses in the backyard.... and 3 YES 3..... ripped through blankets.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Courtlyne turns 10 and enters the world of double digits. &amp;nbsp; She got lots of her favorite things--Dollars!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;24th of July parade, carnival, kids parade, fireworks at the park, and relaxing on the front lawn.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;An entire mixture of swirling emotions that are not quit real or&amp;nbsp;manageable&amp;nbsp;at this point.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;August&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0q0iadNeCLY/TX--Oh2qGGI/AAAAAAAAAnc/mBXt-9zJb20/s1600/9_5_2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0q0iadNeCLY/TX--Oh2qGGI/AAAAAAAAAnc/mBXt-9zJb20/s640/9_5_2010.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Snowbird of COURSE!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carter reluctantly hiking.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kids in the pool--one of my favorite things.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A sweet log hut we discovered in the woods,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FIRST DAY of SCHOOL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Courtlyne showing her style--5th grade.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carter cute as ever with her new haircut--2nd grade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My man Cal starts kindergarten. Riding Dad's old bike to school for the first time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caeden at home with me &amp;nbsp;eating spaghetti. &amp;nbsp;YUMMM!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;September&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-RTTMJ48dqoQ/TX--bYi2opI/AAAAAAAAAng/l1hc5BLIdtU/s1600/10-10-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-RTTMJ48dqoQ/TX--bYi2opI/AAAAAAAAAng/l1hc5BLIdtU/s640/10-10-10.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ben's 35th Birthday--officially now you have to round up to 40. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SOCCER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;September Slip and Slide--Yeah for fall time Sunshine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cal's knew kicks--Air Jordan's &amp;nbsp;the shoes Ben coveted when he was a kid. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A crazy Sunday afternoon when the kids became&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;own freak show in the basement. &amp;nbsp;I love when stuff like this happens. They all play together, Ben and Caeden and I take a nap, and we wake up to the music playing, and the kids performing something amazing that &amp;nbsp;they have made up. &amp;nbsp;Love the wigs!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disneyland Vacation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-itF7YLR_xYE/TX-_Y5hUl3I/AAAAAAAAAn4/i3gx3nivc08/s1600/Collages.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-itF7YLR_xYE/TX-_Y5hUl3I/AAAAAAAAAn4/i3gx3nivc08/s640/Collages.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;T&lt;b&gt;ONS OF FUN!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Adventure in Vegas--getting punched by Sylvester, &amp;nbsp;girls modeling in the windows, and lots of "GILLHOLES"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lots of food pickles, pinapples, churros, cotton candy, ice cream, Rain forest cafe, adn everything we could find to eat in between.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sandy day on the beach and a great sand castle made by, yes...Emma and me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emma our favorite Disney guide with her beau Captin Hook&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sitting and waiting for the parade to start--Ben just being cozy with Grandma&amp;nbsp;Hispaniola&amp;nbsp;on the bench next to him, BWAHHHHAHHH--great day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caeden in her Mickey Mouse ears--She got to stay home and party with aunt Holly, and we got to party without her, sad but true. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-476DhoJmjfs/TX--A5s27VI/AAAAAAAAAnY/sQ7WAUH2zUc/s1600/oct+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-476DhoJmjfs/TX--A5s27VI/AAAAAAAAAnY/sQ7WAUH2zUc/s640/oct+2010.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The aunties and kids dressed up for Allan's personal production of &amp;nbsp;"Time Warp" They dressed up and videoed it and sent it in Allan's birthday package. &amp;nbsp;Hilarious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crazy hair day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pumpkin carving.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A scary mummy meatloaf. I thought it would be a good idea, a little festive. &amp;nbsp;It tasted gross.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dressing up like Toni Oregano and Ozzy for our mystery murder dinner that we hosted. &amp;nbsp;It came off with a bang. &amp;nbsp;Everyone in a sweet 80's character and yes, Crocodile Dundee, &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;he Done DID it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dessed up again, this time like a vampire. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thrown in the bath clothes and all to clean up the Halloween mess!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5n2YgIPy5yU/TX-_rQOBG0I/AAAAAAAAAoA/LiCJuXQhQWc/s1600/Dec+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5n2YgIPy5yU/TX-_rQOBG0I/AAAAAAAAAoA/LiCJuXQhQWc/s640/Dec+2010.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caeden gets the spotlight for this post. &amp;nbsp;She is such a character. She loves to listen to the "muskiik"--and she loses the&amp;nbsp;iPod&amp;nbsp;everywhere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I couldn't resist these great big cherry red lips on her. &amp;nbsp;Love this baby of mine even though she is into everything, everywhere, all the time. &amp;nbsp;Never had a kid like this one!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;December&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rnOIM6KZhkM/TX-_3lwH5FI/AAAAAAAAAoE/dTXE51Skzds/s1600/Dec+20101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rnOIM6KZhkM/TX-_3lwH5FI/AAAAAAAAAoE/dTXE51Skzds/s640/Dec+20101.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cal wrestling his little heart out. &amp;nbsp;He did such a great job. I didn't really expect him to, but he only lost one match all season and he grappled with the best of them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our new puppy &amp;nbsp;Jeeter--cutest thing the kids sleeping under the tree with him all night the first night he was here. &amp;nbsp;They thought it would be so fun until 5 am when he was ready to wake up and they were all still sleepy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kids reading books--another one of my favorite things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A SNOW DAY in Utah--it is seriously unheard of! &amp;nbsp;But, it happened, and there was so much snow--It couldn't have come at a better time, the day before school was to get out for break anyway so we got an extra day of Christmas vacation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grandma and Grandpa Marziale's little Boise state mascots.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Visiting Temple Square to see the lights and the Christus statue--we hadn't taken the kids in years. &amp;nbsp;It was so crowded. &amp;nbsp; Might be a few years before we get back again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Christmas Eve&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-IMW3pR5WUwk/TX_ADp-Ms6I/AAAAAAAAAoI/4ZIr8cglN_M/s1600/Dec+20102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-IMW3pR5WUwk/TX_ADp-Ms6I/AAAAAAAAAoI/4ZIr8cglN_M/s640/Dec+20102.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The first holiday without Mom was hard. &amp;nbsp;Dad decided he wanted to do something different that what we normally do on Christmas Eve so....we all dressed up and went to eat at the Tree Room at the Sundance Ski Resort. &amp;nbsp;It was a good experience for all of us. &amp;nbsp;Caeden wasn't too bad with the help of all the aunt's and it was good to try new and exciting food. &amp;nbsp;Thanks Dad for the Treat! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christmas Eve gingerbread houses followed the dinner excitement. &amp;nbsp;As shown in the photos creativity is NOT lacking in the Measom home. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christmas Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AozIEayUXCs/TX_APeNasBI/AAAAAAAAAoM/eKMNRaRDplk/s1600/Dec+20103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AozIEayUXCs/TX_APeNasBI/AAAAAAAAAoM/eKMNRaRDplk/s640/Dec+20103.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Courtlyne got some amazing stilts and a trip to Idaho on an airplane with Mom.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carter got an American Girl Doll and some accesories.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cal got Star Wars Legos and a few Nerf dart guns.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caeden got a baby stroller and her own baby to push around.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christmas was a great day--We told the kids about our other present a new baby that would be joining the family in July of 2011!! They were all excited about that one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Breakfast at Grandma Betty's like always--one of my most favorite things at Christmas time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Love this home, love this life, love this hard emotional year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ready to move onward and upward to 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5327700212604228327-1163172917488648478?l=clubmarzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/feeds/1163172917488648478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/1163172917488648478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5327700212604228327/posts/default/1163172917488648478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clubmarzi.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='2010 *The Year*'/><author><name>Michelle and Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17277255090245742822</uri><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='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PpJIOsynOkY/TX_AnXc2TjI/AAAAAAAAAoU/QvhWJQOJlVw/s72-c/gym+meet+%25231+jan+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
